London Calling Michelle and I (Greg) finally make it to London. Despite the dreary weather and the somewhat stiff and boring sightseeing we are both excited as we are aware of a wild and depraved sub-culture that is said to exist in this old Roman-conquered city. Michelle, as always has come with her favorite suitcase of attire, chosen to tease, tantalize and generally drive the English men crazy with lust from stolen glances at her firm round cleavage and curvaceous ass. Just high enough and tight enough that nobody doubts the lack of underwear. After a day of the sights and a building anticipation of the night to come, the cold weather brazenly pointing Michelle's nipples for all to see, we return to the hotel for a hot shared shower, both of us enjoying gently massaging the soap all over each others bodies but resisting the desperate and growing need to fuck each other, wanting to save it all for the evening ahead. Michelle chooses to wear a see-through white chiffon blouse tied at the waist (giving a teasingly vague view of her beautiful breasts and swelling nipples and proudly showing her pierced navel) and a pair of faded and torn blue jeans, topped off with a brass buttoned navy blazer that she has stolen from me, she looks like a supermodel and I know that I will be seeing other men devour her with their eyes all night, I like it. We head out, scrubbed and vibrant with energy, sparkling with desire. After our ritual dinner in a moonlit wine bar, spent exploring each others thoughts and engaging in one of our favorite pastimes (people watching) I tell Michelle about a special gentleman’s club located in Kensington, a very exclusive part of London, far removed from the tacky tourist strip club hangouts in Soho. The more I tell her the more she pleads to bring her there. I can see the excitement in her eyes at the prospect of entering my old, male oriented domain and the thrill of the sensation. I smile at the thought that she knows I have been saving this for her all along. We pay for our meal and hail a cab... According to my directions we pull up in 'Old Kensington', grand old houses and parks occupy this area; it is possible to feel the 'society' atmosphere. We stroll along the flagged footpath and stop before a huge old Victorian house, steps rising to massive old oak door. The street is almost silent and empty save an impressive collection of cars ranging from Ferrari's to old Bentleys' and Rolls' Royce parked along the street. Michelle looks at me questioningly as we go up the steps and knock on the door. After a few moments a gray haired, tall and very distinguished butler, with a clipped British accent, who, upon recognizing me opens the door and invites us in. He gives me an enquiring glance, whilst giving Michelle an appraising, attentive and admiring look, I nod that it's ok. I whisper " it's not too often you can break this guys cool, and you've just blown him away", Michelle hides her smile. The house is magnificent, with Italian marble floors, silk covered walls and crystal chandeliers with a massif-style stair leading up from the front hall. Led by the butler we ascend the stairs and then enter 'The Club'. This entire floor is 'The Club', the setting is that of a very fine mansion style home with leather and finely upholstered couches and chairs arranged throughout, grand oil paintings on the walls and huge wood burning fireplaces with marble, stone and mahogany mantels. Butlers are serving drinks throughout while in direct but appropriate contrast modern music is being played at the perfect volume. The crowd is self assured and fashionable but not snobbish. These are people who don't need to prove anything and just know how to enjoy life. Michelle notices that all the patrons are men, and she now understands the butler’s unspoken inquiry. As we are led to our table, nearly every guy we pass pauses in their conversation to run their approving eyes up and down Michelle's body. As we sit at a comfortable couch, drinks on the way, Michelle now sees that at various locations throughout the club there are several stylishly clad women in differing stages of undress, dancing chatting and stroking themselves or their male partners, they obviously work here. The atmosphere though is so relaxed and comfortable though that the picture is almost surreal. This is definitely not the 'dirty old men' and 'ogling perverts' type scenario she had expected. To her surprise and pleasure, all the men in the place seem to be as if hand picked as without exception they possess fine, good-looking bodies and are certainly attractive. Our drinks arrive and after our first sip I look Michelle challengingly in the eye and say, " Take your pick!!! " Michelle sits back to survey the room. She is becoming more and more aroused at the thoughts of her prospects while at the same time wanting to do something different, unusual. She also wants to rebel a little at the environment that I have brought her into, break the male dominant atmosphere and take control. Her gaze rests on one of the women teasing one of the men at the table next to ours. Tall, stocking clad and slender bodied, wearing a tight black dress revealing pert nipples and thong lines that disappear into a tight, toned ass, this blonde haired beauty makes Michelle's pussy moist as she watches her and Michelle can feel a warm lust rising and spreading out through her body, she knows what she wants and what she is going to do. As she watches, the woman looks across at Michelle and it is clear to see in her blue eyes that she is attracted to Michelle and turned on by her gaze. She finishes talking to our neighbor and rises, walking to our table she takes out a cigarette and leaning forward letting Michelle see her cleavage, politely asks for a light. Michelle takes a box of the club matches from the table and all the while sharing their common gaze she slowly and sensuously lights her cigarette. "My name is Linda,” she murmurs as she exhales in sexy way while smoothly taking a seat beside Michelle. I can feel myself taking the role of voyeur, as the two ladies seem to become more and more oblivious of their surroundings. Michelle and Linda chat for a bit over their drinks, but I can see that Michelle is not really listening to what is being said, she's just looking at Linda's lips as they form the words. Linda boldly begins to caress Michelle's thigh and Michelle cannot resist leaning towards her and begins to kiss her. Linda's mouth is soft but firm and her tongue moves against Michelle's in response. Michelle can feel the edges of Linda's teeth and the beating of her heart as she begins to get more and more excited. Linda reaches out and slowly unties and then unbuttons Michelle's blouse, then she starts to knead Michelle's breasts and strokes her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Michelle loves this and pushes forward her chest to let her know she likes what she is doing. Linda smiles and lowers her head to run her tongue over Michelle's pink areola and gently graze her teeth over and bite her nipples. After a while Michelle turns Linda around and lays back into the couch bringing Linda down on top of her so that she can press her tits into Linda's back while letting her hand creep down Linda's stomach towards her pussy. Linda sighs opening and closing her legs around Michelle's hand finally letting Michelle raise her dress and slip the slight thong aside to touch her pussy. Michelle can feel the little swelling of Linda's clit and gently strokes the back of her finger over it, she runs her fingers through her bush and rubs her swollen cunt lips until, inexorably, she parts her legs and gives her access to her pink pussy hole. Michelle starts to finger her, feeling Linda's pussy getting wetter and wetter and then bringing her fingers to her own mouth, licks them clean of Linda's cream. An overwhelming urge to eat Linda's pussy brings Michelle to her knees in front of her, Linda lying back on the couch. As she does so, Michelle notices a large group of men now beginning to watch them. This is what she wanted. Linda's succulent love hole hovers in front of Michelle's face and Michelle can feel the heat from it on her cheeks. She sinks her tongue into the salty depths of Linda's pussy and feels her cunt muscles draw her in. Michelle's face begins to get slicked with her juice as Linda moves forward and squats on her tongue and bucking her hips, grinds on her face. Michelle loves the taste of her pussy and swallows down the tangy ooze of her delicious girl-juice. Linda's hands gently grip the back of Michelle's head, wrapping Michelle's hair around her fingers, and then begins to pump her into her hot, soft bush. Michelle's nose rubs her clit and her lips open and close in an 'O' around her cunt, while her tongue licks her hole. She can feel Linda cumming as she squeezes Michelle's head so tightly between her legs she can hardly breathe and gushes her juice over Michelle's frenzied lips and tongue. Michelle makes sure she licks every drop of it. The crowd is rapt with attention and Michelle knows that she is breaking the rules and loving it!! She is hungry for a climax herself and so she stands removing all her clothes revealing herself completely, her shaved pussy glistening. Linda groans in the thrill of this and does the same. Linda stands and bends Michelle over double while she smoothes her ass cheeks with her hands. Then she stretches the pert ass cheek apart and Michelle can feel the Linda's hot breath on her pussy and asshole. Linda's fingers alternate between the hole, first plugging Michelle's ass and then finger pumping her pussy. Michelle gasps at the pleasure of the two different sensations, the tight, intense feeling in her ass and the slippery pleasure in her pussy. Linda knows just how long to play with each one, keeping Michelle on the brink, never totally satisfied until Michelle, no longer in control, turns her head to give a pleading look. Linda just smiles and bends her head down towards her ass, as Michelle feels four fingers sliding into her pussy stretching its pink, sensitive flesh, and the hot stab of her tongue against the ring of her ass. Finally Linda gets her tongue all the way up into Michelle as her fingers start to hammer her pussy like a makeshift dick. Linda leans back up and starts to slide her slippery pussy against Michelle's ass cheeks and she can feel her juice running down her bum crack, running around her asshole, down along the lips of her pussy and dripping off her pubes. Linda then makes both of them lie in the couch against each other so that she can press her pussy against Michelle's grinding their oily lips together. She shoves her fingers into Michelle's pussy again and then grasps Michelle's breasts with her sticky, oily hands and smears Michelle's hard erect nipples. She leans forward finding a position where she can still press her mound against Michelle's and starts to suck Michelle's nipples biting them harder and harder as she takes one hand and pushes two fingers into Michelle's asshole and two fingers into her pussy. Both of their movements become more frenzied and desperate, Linda pumping, grinding and sucking Michelle until Michelle's whole body shudders violently with the force of an overwhelming orgasm. They disentangle and Michelle slowly becomes aware of all the men who have been watching her and Linda. She slowly dresses as a butler arrives with complimentary drinks. I smile appreciatively at her. Michelle and Linda share addresses and details and Linda promises to visit the States soon so that we can all get reacquainted. Michelle and I finish our drinks and I beg her to come back to the hotel as I feel as if I will die from the pain in my balls from needing to cum. She agrees, feeling it's time she tasted and felt some good male cock. We leave and hurriedly call for a cab.