Scott chuckles. “I think that’s the first time she has real multiple orgasms with us … because she has no time to rest between guys. One cums and pulls out … then the next guy’s sliding his cock into her. Maybe after the third or fourth guy she screams. Then the rest of us fuck her and she just keeps screaming. Again and again. It’s great.”
I feel sorry for Scott’s stepmother. “Oh jesus, Scott … she must hate you. All of you. You’re humiliating her.”
“Sure I am. No doubt about it. That’s why she won’t speak to me except when my dad’s around and she has to pretend like we’re friends and she has to speak to me. It’s ironic. I fuck her along with all the rest of the guys … but she won’t have anything to do with me when the other guys aren’t there. She won’t even speak to me unless my dad’s in the room and she has to.”
“Never again? No more late night or morning nookies for poor little Scott?”
“Not until I get smart again. Late one night when my dad’s traveling and she’s been out all day and evening … so we haven’t done the group thing … I leave my bedroom door open, this time on purpose. I’m lying on top of the bed with a Playboy and slowly jerking off and she passes my door to get to her bedroom and sees me.”
This I have to admire, even if Scott’s a bastard and a world-class louse. I lean down, kiss the head of his cock. “This is fiendish cunning. Just like the first time.”
“Except this time I don’t look up. Just keep studying the pictures slowly rubbing until … almost as if she can’t help herself … she comes into the room … doesn’t say anything … just stands there … watches me rub my cock … then out of the corner of my eye I see her slip off her shoes … undo her zip … her dress falls off … bra and panties follow … and she sits down on the bed … just like the last time … and pushes my hand away, climbs on top of me, grabs my cock … sits down on it. After that, it’s just like it used to be. We get along great.”
“Doesn’t she hate you though … because of the gang bangs?”
“No… she bitches a bit … mostly about how she’s scared the guys will boast and people — particularly my father, of course — will find out. But after a while when nothing terrible happens she relaxes. It helps that we make a deal with her that guys have to go down on her before anyone can fuck. She’ll suck cock while they go down but she won’t fuck until she’s cum a couple of times with the tongue.
“She even lets me know when she’ll be available in the afternoons after school … and when Dad’s going away … so I can organize guys for the evenings too. She has her favourites … mostly the older guys with the biggest cocks. They come by and she gives us beer and before long she gets naked on her back or her knees in her bedroom … sometimes on the living room floor … and the guys drink our beer … watch and line up for blow jobs and my stepmother’s pussy.”
He thinks back. “No. She doesn’t hate me because of the gang bangs. In fact, sometimes when she’s really, really horny and only one or two guys show up she’ll tell me to call around for more cock. So I send for reinforcements and more guys come in and have a beer and fuck her … sometimes one guy fucking her … another getting a blow job … another a hand job … all at the same time.”
He lingers over the details. “The guys hang out after school, and in the evenings when my dad’s away, like it’s the local mall. And my stepmother is the special of the day. One time Barry sneaks in a camera and before you know it her picture’s all over school. With different guys doing different things. Some of the guys show off and sneak pictures to their girlfriends … even persuade some of them to come and watch. Of course, most of the girls don’t just watch. It’s all so sexy that it doesn’t take long to get the girls naked and joining in. My stepmother doesn’t mind at all. In fact, I think she likes the girls just as much as the boys.”
I can hardly hear his voice now. He’s getting sleepy. “Holy jesus, Scott. Even I’ve never done anything like this.” I try to remember. “There was that rugby team, of course … and the rock groupie thing … and fantasies, of course … but nothing like this. Fantastic woman … wish I’d met her. Explains a lot about you, my sweet.”
He doesn’t take the bait. “And she always screams when she cums … it’s just great for everyone to watch. Guys … and girls … anyone can have her … any time … any way. By the end of it, she’s got cum all over her. It’s every teenaged boy’s dream. We all learn about sex … some guys are virgins … she takes their cherries … and I’m the most popular guy for miles around.” His voice fades.
I don’t want him to sleep yet. “I bet you are. What else?”
He mumbles “it’s not that I do her any harm, you know. My dad’s old and she’s young. And she’s seriously into sex, anyway. She just loves fucking. This way she has fun … she doesn’t make too many demands on my father … and I make a whole lot of friends … and even earn some money.” He moans “honey, I’ve got to sleep.”
I should be horrified that my husband charges his friends to fuck his stepmother. But I’m not. After all, I’ve been in that world. On both sides. But just for the record, I pretend to be shocked. “You charge your friends? To fuck her? You goddam pimp. You should be ashamed.”
Scott knows when I’m really mad and when I’m pretending. “Sure. Girls are free. But I charge the guys twenty bucks a visit. So one of the things I learn from my beautiful, sexy stepmother is pussy-power … and how to sell it … how to pimp. And I’m never jealous of a woman again. Not even with you … not even when I watch you screw other guys and really get off on it … never jealous again, my love. Now, I’ve got to sleep …”
I tell him jealousy is the only human emotion with absolutely no redeeming features and pull him on top of me.
The End
Paris Vacation
Every one knows that high students often have crushes on their teachers, especially if the teacher is not bad looking and is sympathetic to their adolescent problems. And the crushes can go both ways, even all three ways. Female students may have a crush on their male teachers. Male students may have a crush on their female teachers. Or even a student of one sex may have a crush on a teacher of the same sex.
What is less commonly known is that often teachers also have crushes on their students, especially the more appealing and likeable ones. Naturally, the teaching code expects that you do not express this crush in any way, but it still can be there. I doubt that there is a male or female teacher anywhere in America who has not fantasized at one time or another about the idea of having sex with one of their more attractive and appealing students. As an English teacher in a New England high school, I had fantasized about that idea from time to time, but naturally I never acted upon it.
My best fantasy was about Katherine Comby. She came from a well-to-do family and was a striking beauty as well as highly intelligent. She was about five-eight with long blonde hair that hung to the middle of her back, the traditional blue eyes, and a lovely figure that filled out only 110 pounds. She also had the most engaging sweet smile. Her breasts appeared to be on the smallish size, but they fit her frame.
There was no question my fondness for Kathy was returned. While she was one of the smartest students in the senior class, she used to come to my room nearly every day after school to get my input on essays she had written for other classes. She hardly needed advice, so I assumed that was just an excuse to get together and talk.
One of the things we liked to talk about was travel. Travel was my passion, and since I was a widower, during the summer break, I would travel to some exotic spot, such as Paris, London, Rome, Vienna, etc. for a couple of weeks. Despite Kathy’s tender age, she also had been to London, Rome, and Vienna, thanks to her grandfather, also a widower, who took her on one distant summer vacation every year as long as she got good grades in school. I also suspected he got a thrill at the idea of having a beautiful young woman on his arm. Let people think what they would; he probably enjoyed it.
But the one place she said she had always wanted to go to was Paris, which I had been to a number of times. She said she envied me—and definitely wanted to go there someday.
I was saddened when Kathy graduated and prepared to go off to a university in Boston to study for Broadcast Journalism. She graduated at the age of 17, but would turn 18 during the summer. Her high school boyfriend Ryan was going to the same school for pre-Law, and it was my understanding that they would be living together. Sigh. What a lucky man.
But I was also to run into her during the summer before she left. Some friends were visiting me from out of state, so I took them to dinner at one of the area’s finer restaurants. I was surprised to find that Kathy was our waitress. I stood up to greet her, and we exchanged hugs, which I guess was allowed now since she was no longer my student.
“So you’re working here during the summer?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“And how is Ryan?”
She frowned. “We’re not going together anymore,” she replied, “He wanted to get married right away and start to have a big family instead of going to school. But I’m not ready for that yet—so we’ve split up.”
“Well, I’m sorry to hear that, but I guess it’s for the best if that’s the way you feel. Where is your grandfather going to take you this year? Paris?”
Her face darkened. “My grandpa died about a month ago.”
“Well, I’m sorry to hear about that as well.”
“So I guess I won’t be going anywhere for awhile. I can’t afford it while I’m going to school.”
“Well, you’ll get there someday. In the meantime, good luck in school.”
“Thanks.”
We embraced again, and I returned to my table of friends. “That was a former student of mine,” I explained.
“She looked more like a former girlfriend from that hug,” friend Don said.
“Don’t be silly. Not having an affair with the students is the number one rule of teaching.”
But after the dinner, when I was sitting at home having a glass of wine, I began to think about it.
While I was not planning another trip to Paris right away, there was no reason why I could NOT take one. And Paris in the month of December was one of my favorite times to go there. Airfare was cheap, hotel rooms were easy and inexpensive to get, and restaurants were always uncrowded.
I knew that Kathy would be off school for a couple of weeks during the Christmas period. What if I asked her if she would like to go with me to Paris for a week? I would simply be her escort. She would be expected to pay for her own portion of the airfare, but not right away; it could be done in installments. And the hotel room would cost the same if it was one or two persons, so I could take care of that. I could get one room but ask for double beds (Yeah, right.) And as far as meals went, I would be happy to pay for her meal just for the pleasure of her companionship and conversation.
Naturally, I would tell her that it would be strictly a platonic arrangement, in case she wanted to tell her parents about the trip, and nothing unseemly would be expected of her. (Yeah, right.)
I found out what time she started to work at the restaurant, so I visited there at the beginning of her shift, when I knew she would not be too busy.
“Hi!” she greeted.
“I have something to ask you. Do you have a couple of minutes?”
“Sure.” She sat down at a table, and I sat opposite her.
“I’m planning a trip to Paris in the middle of December, and I wondered if you would like to come along. I could be your guide.”
Here eyes grew wide. “Are you kidding me?!”
“No, I’m not kidding.”
I explained the details to her and how it would work. She would be expected to pay me back for the airfare, which I could take care of initially, but she could do it over a period of time.
“I would love to go to Paris!” she cried.
“You’re sure your parents would not object?”
“Of course not. They know you were my teacher, and even if they did, I would go anyway. I’m eighteen, you know.”
Yes, I did know that, and it was an important factor. I was 52 and in good physical shape and surely not too old for an 18-year-old? I assumed since she had been dating Ryan for more than two years that she was no longer a virgin. You know kids today.
“It’s a deal then,” I replied, “I’ll like to get the tickets for leaving from Logan Airport on the December sixteenth and then back on the twenty-third. Would that be okay?”
“It would be very okay. I could pay you for about half of my airfare right away and the rest over a couple of months, if that would be okay.”
“Of course. Then your only expense would be if you wanted to buy anything there.”
“Which I would,” she replied with a big smile.
I was able to get the tickets from American Airlines for $450 RT for each of us and was able to make a reservation at a little French hotel I had always liked on the Rue Ste. Honore, not far from the Arc du Triomph. I made sure that it was a front room with a view of the Eiffel Tower—and that it had a double bed.
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I don’t know whether Kathy ever actually did tell her parents or not, but I picked her up at her dorm in Boston on the last day before Christmas recess and drove her out to Logan International. At my suggestion, she was carrying only one small suitcase. We were able to have dinner at a restaurant at Logan while waiting for the 7 p.m. flight. I ordered a carafe of white wine to go with it. I don’t know what the drinking age was in Mass., but I assumed I could get away with it.
“I guess since you’re eighteen and no longer a student of mine, I can offer you a glass of wine,” I said.
“Of course.”
I poured for her. “Good way to start the trip,” I said.
She raised her glass. “To Paris.”
“Yes, to Paris.” I joined the toast.
“I’m so excited!” she said.
“So am I.” I could only hope. “The windows of our hotel room overlook the Eiffel Tower in the distance. Wait until you see it at night all lighted up.”
“I can hardly wait.”
“It’s a shame you’re not seeing Paris for the first time with a husband or a lover. Then you could make love in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower, so to speak.”
“This will be better,” she replied.
Hmmm, that was an interesting reply.
While the trip was only seven hours long, it was across a number of time zones, so I knew that we would arrive with the normal jetlag, 6 a.m. their time, 2 a.m. our time. Kathy tried to sleep by resting her head on my shoulder. But since our row was three across and no one was in the third seat, I suggested that she stretch out and put her pillow in my lap, which she did. The proximity of her head and mouth to my “teacher’s pointer” so to speak was giving me a bit of an erection, but luckily the pillow covered it. Still, I enjoyed caressing her hair, and I think she enjoyed it as well.
We arrived bleary-eyed at Charles DeGaulle Airport at 6 a.m. and got a taxi to the hotel. Normally, I would have gone in by the less expensive train, but this trip was something special so I was willing to spring for the money.
Because of the off-season, we were able to check into our hotel room right away, but I had warned Kathy that the worst thing you can do when traveling like this would be to go to bed because you felt tired. Instead, you should try to get on European time right away, stay up all day, and then go to bed a little earlier than normal.
We discovered that while the room had a fabulous view of the Eiffel Tower out the front window, it did not have separate beds but only one double bed. I went down (supposedly) to the front desk to talk about it but then returned to tell Kathy that the only room left with separate beds did not have a view of the tower.
“Then I want this room,” she said, spinning around. “I love the Tower view! The bed is fine,” she said looking at it.
“Okay, and in return, I promise not to molest you while you’re sleeping.”
“Unless I ask you to,” she said with a smile.
Well, that was interesting.
We spent the rest of the day walking around. Up and down the Champs Elysees. Over across the Seine to the Eiffel Tower but not up in it (we would save that for later), and finally back to the hotel to freshen up for dinner. Kathy took a shower and put on a lovely yet simple black dress. How I would have loved to join her in the shower. But I guessed that was a dream which would not come true. As it turned out, I was wrong.
Paris is a wonderful place to be during the Christmas season. At night, all the chestnut trees along the Champs Elysees are decorated with white lights, the windows of the major department stores, such as Galeries Lafayette, feature animated Christmas displays, and below the Sacre Coeur church there is a big Christmas merry go round. I planned to visit all of them with her.
That night, I took her to a favorite little restaurant of mine, the Café Beaubourg, near the Arc, where I treated her to her first Plateau de Fruit de Mer, a seafood platter, and we split a bottle of white Bordeaux.
“To us,” she said, raising her glass.
“To us.”
I could tell by the end of the dinner that she was feeling the effects of the alcohol, but luckily the hotel was not far. We walked back.
When we got back to the room, the Eiffel Tower in the distance was brightly lighted from top to bottom, with a lighted greeting of “Joyeux Noel” on it.
“This is incredible!” she exclaimed looking at it. She turned, ran over, and hugged me. “I love you so much for bringing me here!” Then she stood up on tiptoe and kissed me. Wow! I assumed it was the wine speaking, but even still it was very nice.
After looking at the tower for a long time, she went into the bathroom, took another shower, and came out wearing a pair of light blue silk pajamas that looked quite thin. And I could tell from the points of her chest that she was no longer wearing a bra. But when she bent over to fluff up her pillow, I also saw that she was apparently not wearing any underpants either.
I took my shower and came out wearing dark blue flannel pajamas.
She was already in bed with the covers pulled up. “That’s what I should have brought,” she said looking at my pajamas. “I forgot this is winter.”
“I’ll try and keep you warm, but you look lovely as you are.” I slid in beside her and pulled the covers up. “The trick for both of us will be trying to sleep with a ‘stranger’ in the bed.”
“The wine will help,” she replied.
“Yes, I suppose. I picked a bottle of cognac at the duty-free store as well.”
“Perfect for Paris.”
“Yes.”
We fell silent. “Do you want me to turn off the light?” I asked. It was on her nightstand.
“I guess.” She sounded a little disappointed. I leaned over her and turned off the light. But there was still light in the room from the streetlamp outside. I laid back, but I knew it would be hard sleeping with a beautiful lightly-clad girl lying beside me.
“My grandpa always used to give me a goodnight kiss,” she said.
“Would you like me to do that?”
“Yes,”
I sat up and leaned over her. I put my hand on her shoulder, bent down and lightly kissed her on the lips. But I soon discovered that a light kiss was apparently not what she wanted. She opened her mouth, and her little tongue snaked out into mine. What was I to do? I returned her kiss with more passion until our tongues were entwined. Finally, I let my hand slip off her shoulder and down to her breast, lightly covered by the silk pajama. I caressed her breast.
Finally, I came up for air. “Is that how you kissed your grandfather?” I asked.
“Of course not, but can I confess something to you?”
“Of course.”
“I had a crush on you all through high school, so this is a dream come true for me in more ways than one.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Guess.”
“Then let me confess something to you. In your senior year, I had a crush on you as well—which you probably knew. So when I invited you on this trip, I had a fantasy in the back of my mine that maybe I would be able to make love to you.”
“That was my fantasy too.”
“I’m glad we got that out in the open. It saves either one of us from being embarrassed.”
“Right. I was going to ask, but I didn’t know what you would say.”
“I would say this.” I leaned over her and turned the light back on.
“What are you doing?”
“If I’m going to get a gift this valuable, I want to see what I’m getting.”
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She looked toward the window. The blind was up. “Can anyone see us?”
“Probably. Do you care?”
“No, I don’t know anyone in Paris.”
“Okay.” I pushed the covers back and unbuttoned her pajama top all the way down. Then I pushed both sides apart. Her pink nipples were about the size of quarters. “You have beautiful breasts,” I said.
“Small,” she replied with a smile.
“But beautiful—and just right for your size.”
“Ryan thought they were too small.”
“Fuck Ryan.”
She laughed. “Why Mr. Baxter, I never heard you use an obscenity before.” She paused, then with a whisper, she said: “Wouldn’t you rather fuck me?”
“Yes, I would.”
“Good.”
I leaned over and sucked on one of her nipples—and felt it grow erect. Then I did the same thing with the other one. She began to breathe more deeply.
Finally, I kneeled up. I bent over, slipped my fingers under the elastic of her pajama bottoms and slowly pulled them down until they were gathered around one ankle. Then I looked at her. My God, she was a vision of incredible beauty: long, slender legs, flawless skin, and a skimpy but silky-looking bush that almost matched the color of her hair, just a little darker. “That looks good enough to eat,” I said, “And that’s what I’m going to do.”
“Good. Ryan wasn’t into that.”
“He didn’t know what he was missing.” I took her ankles and spread her legs apart. Then I bent down and began licking her bush. Finally, I pushed my tongue inside her.
“Oh Godddd,” she moaned.
I kept at it for another ten minutes, spelling out my name on her clitoris with my tongue.
“Oh God…Oh God…Oh God,” she kept muttering. Finally, she came with a shuttering climax, her legs trembling. I’ve had many a gourmet dinner in my travels, but I can’t remember one that tasted as good as her. Despite my age—old enough to be her father and more—my penis was as big and hard as an 18-year-old’s.
“You don’t mind, do you, that I came in your mouth?” she muttered.
“Of course not. That’s what I was trying to get you to do. You tasted delicious.”
She sat up. “Good, because now it’s your turn. Lie down.”
I turned around and did so. She pulled down my pajama bottoms and knelt beside my hip “My God, you’re huge,” she said. “You’re bigger than Ryan.”
“Good, and it’s all your fault.”
“I’m flattered. Do you think it will fit?”
“I’m sure it will. Can you get on the other side though? In case there’s any Frenchies watching, that will give them a better view.”
She laughed. “Okay.” She climbed over to the other side, bent over, wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, and took it in her mouth. Then she swirled around it with her tongue.
“I need to warn you: I can’t take much more of this,” I moaned.
She sat up again. “Would you like to come in my mouth?”
“Yes.”
“Will you have enough left for later?”
“I think so. I haven’t been this aroused for twenty years. Plus, we’re here for five more nights. There still may be more to come.”
She gave me a wicked smile. “There definitely will be a lot more to come. And at least we don’t have to worry about what we going to do at night.” She leaned over and kissed me. “We’re going to fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“That’s right.”
She took me in her mouth again and really went to work on it this time. I would have liked to have kept it going for a half hour, but I couldn’t help it: in less than five minutes I came in her mouth, and she swallowed all of it, finally licking her lips with a big grin. “Now what?” she asked.
I looked down. I had been so aroused that even though I had an orgasm, I was still semi-hard. “I think I still can stick it in you. After all, you’re pretty wet.”
“Right.”
She laid down with her head on the pillow and spread her legs a little. I got up and straddled her. I placed my hands on the sides of her narrow hips and lifted her up about ten inches so I would have a better angle. “I forgot: Since I’m a teacher, you have to ask me to do it,” I said. “That’s the rules.”
She laughed. “Okay. Would you have sex with me, Mr.Baxter? I’m still on the pill, so you don’t have to use anything.”
“Great, but is there another word for it, beginning with F?”
She smiled. “Would you fuck me, Mr. Baxter?”
“Yes, I would, but you have to put it in. My hands are busy.”
She grasped my penis with both hands and gently eased it into her still very wet slit.
I was in heaven, and I was determined to make this one last as long as possible. I took my time and slowly moved it in and out of her. She closed her eyes and began to moan softly. I looked over at the window—and wished there were some Frenchies watching. What a treat for them: To watch a young and beautiful student get fucked by her teacher.
Finally, after a half hour, I shoved it in as deep as I could and filled her with my sperm. And I was pretty sure that she had come three times during that half hour, since I could feel her get wetter.
“Now will I get an A, Mr. Baxter?” she said in a little girl voice.
I laughed. “Now you will get an A. And since you have such a pretty ‘A’, we might want to put something there later.”
“Anytime. I’ve never done that.”
And that’s how it went for the next five days and nights. During the day, we visited the sights, such as the Louvre (briefly), the Left Bank and the Latin Quarter, Notre Dame, the Paris Opera House on a “Phantom of the Opera” tour, Montmartre, the Champs, of course, up the Eiffel Tower, and some of the open-air food markets. Our trip up to the top of the Arc du Triomph, overlooking the Champs Elysees, was interesting. Because of the season and the month, we were the only people up there at that time, and she took advantage of it.
“Can you take my picture with the Champs Elysees in the background?” she asked.
“Sure.” I got out my camera. She stood at the edge of the stone railing with the Champs behind her. She looked around and seeing no one, lifted up her gray wool skirt. She had no underwear beneath it, just a lovely little bush.
“Are you going to show this picture to your folks?” I asked.
“No, this one is for you.”
I took the picture, and she dropped her skirt.
We ate at little brasseries for lunch every day, went back to the hotel to take a shower (together) and to freshen up, then went out to a nice French restaurant every evening for a little light dinner and some wine.
As she had promised, we didn’t have to worry about what we were going to do at night. We had sex in every conceivable way, always with the blind open. Here are a few random highlights:
On the second night at the hotel, she asked me if she could wear something she got for her birthday. I said “Sure.” She went into the bathroom and came out completely naked. “This is my birthday suit, she said.
On another night, I bet her a dollar she could not make me come in her mouth in ten minutes or less. I lost the bet. Oh well, you can’t win them all.
On the next-to-last night, she surprised me by asking: “How would you like to get a little behind in your work?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. Do you know the French word for ’lubricant’?
“No.”
But if you go to a pharmacie, you probably can find out, right?
“Probably.”
“For tomorrow night?”
“All right.”
“After all, there’s an ’end’ that shapes our means.”
“You know what you are? You’re a little pervert.”
“I know, and you made me one. And I have a feeling this won’t be over when we get home. After all, you’re not married.”
“Right.”
So I did get a little behind in my work on the last night.
After we got home, I often visited her in Boston on weekends for a little follow-up “tutoring”, so to speak.
The End
Hotel Cafe
The small cafe was situated just to the side of the hotel’s lobby. The border between the two was lined with short potted trees, that created a division despite not blocking someone from seeing in or out. The cafe itself had only a dozen small round tables, each perhaps suitable for four, at least if one didn’t mind being cramped, but with spaces between large enough that no customer would have to bump into another.
Only one of the small tables was occupied; Angie sat with her back to one of the pillars that were scattered about the lobby. She stared despondently at the walls as she picked at the salad she had ordered. Along with the barely touched salad was a paper cup still full with coffee. It wasn’t very hot anymore, but that hardly mattered; it wasn’t like she had been drinking it.
It was only her second day staying in the hotel and already it seemed as if she would go out of her mind. A paperback sat on the table, but at least so far the book was no better than staring at the walls.
She needed a vacation. Not from her job (her employer was shut down for the season), but from her life. It had been too many years of the same thing; she needed something that would add spice.
She sighed, then picked up the book once more. With luck, it would get better further on, but she held little hope of that.
“Pardon,” a voice said. The accent wasn’t local, nor could she immediately place it. She looked up from the book, then nearly dropped it. The speaker was one of the sakin, a species of reptilian bipeds-sometimes refered to as lizards. He didn’t look particularly lizard-like to Angie, though. Angie had seen sakin on occasion of television, or sometimes even in town at a distance, but she had never seen one up close. He had long ears on the back of his head, the tips of which seemed to twitch as she watched. His hands had small black claws that were obviously filed down. Despite having always heard that sakin smelt bad, the speciman before her didn’t seem to have any noticable odor.
Angie guessed that the sakin was male; she knew of no real way to tell, but the series of red spots on his shoulders were present on males more than females.
His chest was wrapped in a leather harness that concealed nothing. Several bags were hung from it, suggesting it was present more for its pragmatic value than anything. A tight cloth band was wrapped around the top of his stomach, and this had a few wide pockets in it as well.
Most of the sakin on television either wore trousers specially designed to accomodate their thick tails or various styles of loincloths. The one in front of her wore something that looked like nothing so much as a leather skirt wrapped around his waist. She supposed it did accommodate his tail.
He stood a couple of feet back from the table, holding a plate of chickn wings and a cup of steaming coffee.
“Hello,” she replied.
“Would you mind if I joined you? There is no shortage of tables free, but some company would be nice.” He was being a lot more polite than she had heard sakin were. Mind, from what the media said one was lead to expect callous lechers who would spit on politeness, so she had rather expected they were exaggerating.
“Sure.”
The sakin set the plate and cup on the table. “I’m Nzin.”
“Angie.” They shook hands and the sakin sat down.
“Enjoying your book?” he gestured at the novel she set onto the table once more.
“Not really. I haven’t been able to get into it so far, but I keep hoping it’ll get better.”
“I wouldn’t count on it. I read it on the train last week.”
“The train? Were did you go?”
The sakin barked (the word didn’t really describe the sound, but Angie could think of nothing better) and his tail swished gently for a bit as he spoke. “Here! I come from the FASS.” He picked up one of the wings, tossed it in his mouth and swallowed it whole. Angie could see the lump it made in his throat as it went down.
“I should have guessed; it’s not like there are a lot of your kind here.”
“I’m here for a month or so; my employer is considering opening a branch here.”
Angie wasn’t really sure how to respond; she didn’t want to be unfriendly, but she wasn’t sure having large numbers of sakin move into the area was a good idea either. “Good luck,” she said finally. “You don’t have to work today?” It was a thursday, a bit past one in the afternoon.
“I did,” he said, and he swallowed another of the wings. “I’m on half days until I get used to the scheduling you use here. I’m finished for the day.”
“What’s wrong with the schedule?”
“You keep your waking hours bunched together; in the FASS one works twilight ris-, ah, morning and evening.”
“I can’t imagine how you stand it. Having to go in to work more than once a day!”
“So what are you doing here?” He tossed another wing into his mouth after he spoke.
“My home’s being fumigated. I’m stuck here for a week or so.” She wasn’t sure she should have told a strange sakin were she was living for the week, but she supposed she could always change hotels.
“Fumigated? Ah… So you had an insect problem?” His tail swished gently a couple of times as he continued. “It is funny that both of us are staying in a tourist-place, but neither of us are on vacation. Have you finished your day already as well?”
Angie tried to remember what she could about sakin body-language, but only drew a blank. “No,” she said. “My employer is strictly seasonal. I’m off for a couple of months this time of year.” She smiled at her table companion and watched him eat another of the wings.
“Another new schedule,” he said. “I had not heard of seasonal work. There is not much in the way of seasons in the FASS.”
“Must be nice having summer all the time. I hate winter, myself.”
The sakin nodded, and Angie noticed that the end of his ears drooped slightly and his tail stilled. “It is deadly,” he said. “If my company does expand here, I would not be surprised if they hired your kind for at least part of the year. There is no point in killing employees to maintain a traditional schedule.”
“Its not that bad!” This wasn’t the frozen north; many winters it didn’t even snow.
“You’re human. My kind are cold-blooded; what is unpleasant for you is deadly for us.” He glanced at his watch. “There’s still a couple of hours or so. If you don’t have anything planned, would you like a have a drink?” His ears perked up as he spoke, and one eye was focused on her.
“It seems like it’d be a bit early; A couple hours until what?”
“Until twilight fall-oh. Right. Sorry, I’m still not accustomed to the way you track time.” His ears dropped slightly and his tail was tucked under his chair. “I really do need to get a local watch.”
Angie shrugged. It was rather early, but she had nothing else planned for the day. It’d certainly be better than the book she was reading. “Sure.”
His ears perked up and his tail started swishing continuously. “If you tell me what you want, I’ll pick up both our drinks.”
“Some rye and cola if they’ve got it, thank you,” she said. He stood and walked over to the mini-bar in the cafe. She watched his backside as he did, the swaying of his tail surprising appealing and almost hypnotic. She turned her eyes back to the table as he returned, not wanting it to look like she was staring at his crotch. She didn’t want to seem sex-starved; indeed, the idea of having sex with this Nzin was vaguely (if nonspecifically) unpleasant. She wasn’t one of the restrictionists to say such things should be limited to one’s own species, the idea just seemed too strange.
He set the drinks on the table as he sat down. He had a wineglass half-filled with a deep-red colored liquid. She sipped at her rye and nodded.
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“So what is that?” she asked.
“This?” Nzin gestured at the wineglass. “Small-flower tea. Its made from the flower of a vine from Razaz Nudar.”
“Any good?” She asked.
“I think so. Like many of the drinks my kind developed, though, most anyone else finds it rather strong.”
“Do you think I could try some?” she asked.
“I doubt that it would be a very good idea, especially since you’ve already had some alcohol.”
“Really? Its that strong? Now you’ve made me curious.”
Nzin sighed, his ears drooping ever so slightly. “Fine. I’ll get another glass and a bit of water; best not to try it straight until you know how you’ll react to it.”
“Thanks,” Angie said. She watched as he stood and waited until he was facing away from her. Then she touched her finger to the liquid in his cup-she wanted to try the real thing, not a diluted sample. Quickly, she stuck her finger into her mouth, tasting the drops that remained on it.
She nearly gagged. Strong was not the word she would have chosen to describe it. Overwhelming would be closer. What little of the taste her tongue was able to taste was extremely bitter. She couldn’t imagine how he could drink such a thing, let alone enjoy it.
Then it was as though her mouth was on fire. She downed her cold, untouched coffee trying to cool the heat, but that served only to spread it down her throat. Nzin was returning, but he would not be back soon enough for her. Nothing would be soon enough; it was as though her throat was melting. Her breath was coming in sort gasps and she could feel sweat running down her brow and soaking her clothes.
The moment Nzin had returned she downed the partial glass of water. She had trouble swallowing it with the way her throat was constricting. Nzin was a blue before her as it seemed the world was spinning.
Then she collapsed, falling limply to the ground.
Angie woke suddenly, coming to awareness immediately. She was laying on top of the bed in her hotel room. Memories of what she was doing there struggled to come to the surface, but no explanation was surfacing. Why would she have fallen asleep on top of her bed, still fully dressed? At least she’d taken her shoes off first.
She opened her eyes. Through the window she could see the sky had turned a brilliant shade of red. Sunset then. She had been talking with a sakin. Nzin. They’d had a drink. Doubt hemmed in around her. Had he done something to her drink. She struggled to remember what had happened.
It took a moment for her to reach a conclusion. He had done nothing. After he’d turned away she’d tried some of his own drink. It was after that she had collapsed. Sitting up, she looked around the hotel room.
“You’re awake,” Nzin was sitting at a small table at the side of the room reading a book. For a moment she thought he’d gone through her things and taken one of her books, but then she realized it wasn’t in english. It couldn’t be one of hers, then.
“I hope you’ll forgive my intrusion,” he said. “I wanted to be sure you’d be all right.”
“Sure you did.”
He shrugged. “I did tell you I didn’t think it was a good idea.”
That was true, she thought. He had said that, hadn’t he? “I have such a headache.”
He stood and walked over to the bed, seeming overly calm. Angie wished she knew how to read skin body language.
“I am not surprised.” He sat on the edge of the bed, his tail dangling limply off the side. “How do you feel? Are you hot? I can have room service bring up some ice. Any pain?”
Angie groaned. “I’m a bit hot, but it’s not too bad.” She forced herself to smile. “The pain is in my head.”
His ears perked up a bit. “Good to hear. I was afraid you’d had enough to cause yourself some harm. How much did you have?”
“Just a few drops. I just touched the surface and– wait, cause myself harm? Just what is in that stuff?”
“As I said before, its made from the flower of a vining plant. It comes from Razaz Nudar where it was originally used to purify water.”
“And you regularly drink it?”
“Not regularly-it doesn’t grow all that well this far north. Its too expensive to have constantly.”
Angie shook her head. “Strange.” She tossed her legs over the side of the bed, keeping on hand on the end-table beside it to steady herself as she stood. “So,” she said after a moment. “How did you find the room?”
His ears perked up and his tail swished. “Your room key has the room number on it.”
“It does?” Angie started to reach into her pocket to look, but Nzin surprised her by handing her the key. “You had it?”
“Actually, I’d put it on the table here.”
Angie glanced at the table; her purse and her book were also sitting on it. Looking back at the key, she could see that it did indeed have a little tag with her room number on it. “That’s stupid. If I dropped this, whoever found it could come in and take whatever they like.”
Nzin took the key from her and pulled a large knife from behind him, deftly severing the tag from the key. The nice disappeared behind him once more.
“Won’t the hotel complain?”
Nzin put an arm over her shoulder. “If they do, send them to me.” His lips were parted slightly, revealing the numerous sharp teeth within. “I’m sure I can deal with them.”
“Good. Say, were’d you get the knife from?”
“A little shop by were I live in the FASS, why?”
Angie grinned, and she shook her head. “Actually, I was asking where you hid it.” It wasn’t like he had a lot of clothing to conceal it in.
“Oh.” Nzin stepped away from her, turning away from her. Then he took her hand in his and brought it to the band of fabric that encircled his stomach. Her fingers brushed against the fabric. It was incredibly smooth and she guessed it was made from silk. Beneath it, her fingers were able to trace the edges of the knife, but it had almost no visible impression.
As her fingers ran down the side of the knife, she was surprised to reach the bottom of the silk band without reaching the edge of the knife. Amazingly, the knife itself seemed to blend into the texture of the sakin’s body. Its hilt was the same pale yellow-green as his hide and even had the pebbly texture of his scales.
“That’s incredible,” she said. She continued running her fingers along the hilt, and brushing against his hide.
Nzin gently pulled her hands away, then pulled the knife out once more and tossed it onto the table. “The handle is tightly wrapped in sakin-hide. This provides not only the right texture, but often even nearly the right color.”
“Sakin-hide? You mean like this?” Angie touched Nzin’s hide, running her fingers along its texture. “That seems so…”
“Callous?” He shrugged and turned to face her, pulling her hands from his back once more. “If it makes you feel any better, the, ah, donor died of natural causes.”
“It still seems disrespectful.”
Nzin shrugged. “Its not like he’ll be needing it. Anyway, I’d appreciate it if you’d stop rubbing there. Its rather erotic.”
“Erotic? There?” Her hands had been running along the base of his tail, just at the bottom of the small of his back, but she still pulled them away.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not built like you.” His tail swished as he spoke.
“Really?” Angie said in her best sarcastic voice. “Imagine that. Still, doesn’t that make it rather awkward to wear pants?”
“I don’t wear pants.” He gestured at the skirt; the band at the top ran ran quite low.
“I have seen some sakin were pants.”
“I imagine one could get used to it.” He shrugged. “I don’t really care.”
Angie took a couple of steps away from the bed, surprising herself by how bad her sense of balance had become, and by home much her legs trembled. After only a couple of steps, she felt her knees give way.
Then she was caught up in a pair of strong arms that kept her from falling to the ground. Nzin guided her back to the bed and lowered her onto it once more. He sat beside her on it and she leaned against him; he was short enough that her head rested mostly on the top of his head and his ear pressed against the side of her neck. She could feel the leathery texture of its interior as it brushed across her skin every time he moved.
“How long is this going to last?”
“Anywhere from a couple hours and up. The longest I can recall seeing myself was about a day and a half. Unless you have a weakened constitution its unlikely to be more than a quarter. Six hours.”
Angie laid back on the bed, pulling Nzin on top of her. “You aren’t at all what I expected.”
“And what were you expecting?” He rolled off of her, instead laying on his side next to her. Angie threw her arm over him, running her fingers against his skull near the base of his ears.
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“The media seems intent on making your kind out to be lecherous bastards.”
“Its more profitable for them. You expect truth from them?”
Nzin ran a hand through Angie’s hair, then looked at the long hairs that had caught on his hand as she spoke. “Thats cynical.”
“Thats what a free press gets you.”
“But thats a basic right!” Angie propped herself up on her elbow and stared at Nzin.
Nzin didn’t seem disturbed. “None the less,” he said.
They gazed at each other for a few seconds, then Angie rolled onto her back and stared at the roof. Nzin put an arm across her breast.
Although Nzin was nothing like how the media portrayed the sakin, she was not fond of everything about him. She sighed. He had opinions she didn’t care for, but was much nicer to be around than her past few boyfriends, the last of which was doing twenty years in a state penitentiary. It would be a pleasant change to be around someone who was both armed and sane.
She rolled to face Nzin once more, one arm around his back and pressing him against her. “Hold me,” she whispered into his ear. He wrapped his arms around her. Her hands slipped down his back, one rubbing the base of his tail, the other undoing his skirt. She slipped this out from between them, tossing away from the bed where it fell lightly to the floor.
“Are you sure about this?” Nzin asked.
“Yes! I need someone I can trust, someone honest.” As she spoke she undid and pulled off her own pants, then her panties, both of which joined Nzin’s loincloth.
She rolled Nzin onto his back; his ears flattened as the back of his head pressed into the pillow. She braced herself on one arm across his chest, the leather of his harness pressing into her arm. Her other hand quested down his belly, slipping between his legs. She froze.
There was nothing there. His hide simply continued until it reached his tail. She sat straight up, looking down; sure enough, there was nothing visible there.
“I thought you were male?”
“I am.” He said with a bark, his tail swishing between their legs. The hide between his legs parted and a shaft of smooth flesh slowly extended outwards. “Like I said before, I’m not built like your kind; my kind keeps such vulnerable things safely away when not in use.”
Angie run her hand down the length of smooth, tapering flesh. “It seems so… wierd.”
“Not the sort of thing one wants to hear about their genitals.”
“It is!” she said defensively. “It looks nothing like a human’s.”
“It works the same,” he said.
“Prove it.”
Nzin flipped her over, rolling on top of her. “I will.” He thrust into her, his tapering member pushing her nether lips apart, his legs pusher hers own open. She stared up at him; his eyes were focused on her, his ears perked up so strongly it looked painful. And although she couldn’t see it, she could feel his tail positively lashing between their legs. Hs hands were on either side of her, holding him up as he thrust slowly into her.
Just as he’d said, his penis worked just as well as a human’s. It didn’t feel quite the same, but definately worked just as well.
As he repeatedly pressed himself into her, Angie reached up and pulled his head down to hers, kissing the end of his snout. Her hands wrapped around his ears, feeling the stiffness in them and massaging their base. The insides had a leathery texture totally different than his hide.
Nzin balanced on one hand, the other running his short, blunt claws between her breasts and down her stomach, elicting a shiver from her. When his hand reached the point of their physical union, it teased at her clit. He turned his head slightly, lightly licking her cheek and nibbling at her nose with his teeth.
Her hand slipped over his back, pulling his shoulders down so his chest rested on her breast, then her fingers walked downwards, fiercely rubbing against the base of his tail. She moaned his he brushed against a particularly sensitive spot with her.
“Told you it worked the same,” he whispered, his maw next to her ear. She pulled one ear down, whispering into it. “Oh, yes.” His ear provided little resistance, bending easily beneath her fingers, the end twitching as she held it. When she let go it sprung back into position.
His hand that had been holding him up, now free of that task, slipped between them, gently raking her nipples with its claw.
Angie’s back arched as she pressed upwards, trying to push Nzin’s member deeper into her. It had never felt this good before.
Nzin’s tail slipped under her as he thrust, pushing her downwards towards the bed. She could feel its bulge beneath her, pressing into her back.
With a sudden movement, Angie caused them to roll over, her hips taking over the thrusting action. She kissed his snout once more, then pulled away from him, causing his penis to hang in the open air for a moment. Her natural lubricant dripped onto the bed as she slid down, then took her lover’s shaft into her mouth, running her tongue along it, milking it. She could taste their mixed fluids on it, an acrid flavor that she ignored in her passion. Her hands massaged his thighs, one finger slipping into the opening from which his penis came. She could feel his body shake and tremble beneath her and, taking this as a sign of pleasure, slipped more fingers into this opening, massaging the inner folds that kept his penis safe and out of the way.
Through this sensitive flesh she could feel his heartbeat; his veins close enough to the surface that the pulsing of his blood was strong, and rapid.
“O! Kaevz!” Nzin cried, his back arching, pushing his crotch into Angie’s face. She felt his penis throb against her lips and tongue, and against the fingers she had buried inside of him. Semen shot into her mouth and she swallowed, if not eagerly, than at least quickly. The taste was vile, but the passion more than made up for it.
As he finished ejaculating, she sat up and looked down at him. He gave a couple more spurts, the semen landing on the bedspread. Nzin looked relaxed beneath her and, as she reached up, rubbing his checks, it seemed to her that his muscles had lost all the tension they’d held. His penis slowly retreated into his body once more.
Nzin reached up, taking Angie’s shoulders in his hands and pulled her down on top of him, her head next to his. For a moment she thought he wanted a second round, although his crotch was level with her naval with the difference in their heights.
Once again they rolled over, leaving the sexual fluids behind. Nzin pulled his hips forward slowly, his tail dragging across her clit where his pebbly scales made her gasp as they brushed it. He sat on her chest, his legs spread on either side of her. Slowly he bent over, the end of his snout just over her face. His tongue snaked out, flicking across the tip of her nose. She could feel his breath blow over her face. The foul smell of it made her wince and he must have picked up on it as he turned and nuzzled her cheek instead.
She gasped as she felt something brush against her thigh, moving across her skin erratically, but relentlessly towards her nether lips. It wasn’t until this penetrated her, pushing her open, that she realized it was Nzin’s tail. It pulled out and pushed in, mimicking the earlier actions of his penis. Its tip bounced inside of her, first pressing against one spot, than another.
She moaned, arching her back, as the end of Nzin’s tail found her g-spot. It then focused there, teasing it. Angie could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her breath was coming in gasps as she panted.
Then Nzin’s ministrations came to fruit as she reached her climax, her body suffused with the sensations. Her back was arched and her body was clenching down on Nzin’s tail. He remained still, doing nothing but watching her.
“That was incredible,” she said after several seconds had gone by. Her heart had calmed down, beating only slightly faster than normal, and her entire body was relaxed. “Absolutely wonderful.”
“Not bad,” Nzin told her. His voice had a playful tone and his tail was swishing contentedly as he stretched out beside her.
“Not bad? That’s it?”
“Not bad,” he said again. “For a human.”
“For a human?” She smiled as she spoke. “Perhaps I need more practice?” She batted her eyelashes at him.
“Practice is always good. So when shall we schedule it?”
“How about after dinner? I can get room service to bring up something.”
Nzin made a show of looking at the clock next to the bed, exaggerating the gesture. “A late supper, I see. So, what shall it be?”
The End
A Night With A Vampire
Michelle Watson is lying in her bed enjoying her last night of freedom before she completes her final year of school at the local college. Michelle is 21 and a history major. She is really into urban legends and anything to do with vampires.
Michelle has always loved her body. She is tall, almost 6’ barefoot and chubby, but her tits are her best feature as far as she is concerned. She topped out at 18 wearing a size 42DD. She kept her reddish brown hair cut just above her shoulders. Her amber eyes liked to change when she was getting her pussy reamed by a hard cock. She had just let her boyfriend go home after spending all afternoon riding him.
Her window is open letting in the cool air after the hot day. She has her eyes closed as she remembers how her boyfriend had fucked her repeatedly for 3 hours straight. Her pussy starts tingling again as she relives the afternoon in her mind.
She opened her eyes when a blast of wind blew in her open window. Her eyes widen and she opens her mouth to scream as she saw what suddenly stood there.
A pale man, with jet black hair and blood red eyes stood at the end of her bed. He was dressed in a black suit with a cape billowing behind him. He held up a long slim hand putting his finger to his lips. “I wouldn’t scream if I were you my dear.” He smiled showing sharp fangs.
Michelle’s scream died in her throat as she saw the fangs. She had read about vampires but had never met one. As far as she knew they didn’t exist. Although she would willingly argue that point since one stood in her room. She quickly pulled the sheet over her naked body. “What do you want?” She asked her voice coming out in a squeak.
The vampire smiled as the cape closed around his slim body. “I have come to make you my queen of course.”
She gasped when the cape opened. He stood there with nothing on but the cape. There was a light dusting of hair covering his chest, leading down to his crotch. Her eyes widened even more when she saw his cock hanging between his legs. It was at least 12 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. She cowered against the wall as he moved silently onto the bed.
“That will never fit inside me.” She whimpered as he grabbed the sheet pulling it from her body then, locked his hand around one of her legs pulling her towards him.
“Don’t worry my love. I will never hurt you.” He continued to pull her towards him until he was resting comfortably between her spread legs. His cock poised at her entrance.
“Please.” She begged feeling him throbbing against her.
He leaned his lean body down over hers as he slowly pushed into her. She whimpered as her pussy was stretched. “Shhhhhh…” he moaned pushing deeper into her depths.
She closed her eyes, as pleasure ran through her as he started sliding slowly within her. “Oooohhhh…” She moaned lifting her hips to meet his slow thrusts.
Suddenly she let out a soft cry as his fangs dug into her breast. She could feel her life’s blood seeping from her body as he drank from her. He started thrusting faster inside her as he drank her. Her blood like wine on his lips.
Michelle closed her eyes as she slowly died. “I’m dying and it feels good.” She whimpered as she lifted herself harder against his thrusting cock. “Fuck me.” She cried weakly.
Damien continued to drink from her even as he battered her pussy with his hard strokes. She was crying out in desire and lust as he slowly felt her life slipping away from her.
When he had drunk his fill, he continued to slam into her pussy as he slit his wrist bringing it to her lips. “Drink my pet.” He purred as he filled her with his pounding cock.
Michelle licked weakly at his wrist as he continued to fill her, faster and harder until she was panting with need. He shoved his wrist into her mouth where she sucked greedily even as her body convulsed in orgasm. She screamed around his arm but didn’t stop drinking his blood. Feeling it bring life back to her body.
As she drank, Damien pumped harder and faster inside her. He growled when she started slamming back against him. He felt her convulse around him and he moaned deep in his throat even as he continued to slam into her. “Fuck me. Oh god Fuck me.” She screamed pulling her blood stained lips from his arm. “I feel so good. Make me cum again baby. Make me cum.”
Damien pulled out of her to her dismay. She let out a whimper then a squeal when he rolled her over onto her stomach with her legs spread wide and her butt sticking out. He slid into her from behind as he dug his fangs into her back. She screamed at the pain then screamed longer as his pumping hips thrust her into another orgasm.
Damien fucked her all night long. He took her on her side with him slamming into her from behind, he took her on her stomach again, and then she rode his hard cock feeling him deep inside her depths. She welcomed him into her body again and again as she screamed out her pleasure.
As dawn approached Michelle slept. She never felt him lift her into his arms or fly out the window taking her to his home in Transylvania.
She awoke at dusk with him once again drove his hard cock between her legs. She wrapped her legs around him as she pulled him deeper inside her. “Fuck me.” She screamed digging her sharp, blood red nails into his chest. He retaliated by digging his fangs into her neck.
They rode the waves together. Each of them screaming in pleasure as they slammed their bodies together in the ancient dance. When he finally came inside her, she smiled, her fangs gleaming in the moonlight. She knew she would spend all eternity being loved by her new husband. All because of her night with a vampire.
The End
Well That’s All For Now , Will Be Back Later In The Night For Some More . Thanks For All Your Support .
Dream Sequence
He was standing in the cavernous warehouse with the other job
applicants. The supervisor led him through the maze of rooms, and past
stacks and stacks of goods on high steel shelves. He didn’t get the job,
however. So he had to figure out how to sneak his home stereo system off
his desk and get it back home so that the other employees wouldn’t think he
was stealing it from the store.
He walked outside to the small parking area but no one was there, and
not a vehicle in sight. He walked out of the lot onto the road that ran
along the edge of the cliff in both directions. However, the road to the
west ended in a cuddle-sac. And the road to the right ended at a washed
out bridge far below. There was no way to leave!
He stood there waiting, when a bus drove by and stopped. He got on, but
the driver was sleeping in the back. He got in the driver’s seat, and
drove off.
He stopped the bus in town and walked up to a tiny rustic cottage just
off the street. Inside, sunlight filtered in through the thatched roof
onto the face of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She ran in
panic into an elevator on the far wall and the door closed after her. He
ran up and got in the next elevator and pressed the UP button.
The elevator went a long way up. He watched floor after floor pass
through chain link door. After what seemed like hours, the elevator
finally stopped. The door opened onto a city street. Stepping outside,
the elevator was framed in a large plain concrete building along a gritty
urban sidewalk. The girl was running down the street as fast as she could
run.
He ran after her and came to a pier. A huge ship was docked there, but
there was no gangplank. He climbed up the side of the ship until he
reached the deck. The girl ran down some stairs to the deck below.
He went to his stateroom and went to sleep. The next morning, the girl
was nowhere on the ship. He climbed back down the side of the ship into
the street. He chased her through streets walled by faceless concrete
buildings.
He came to a wooded area and found a large redwood tree with an arch in
the side. Inside the arch was a landing of a spiral staircase carved in
the center of the tree that led both up and down. He went down, around and
around, and came to another landing of the staircase. He exited the
landing and stepped out onto an open grassy field.
Off in the distance, the girl ran into the glass-lined lobby of a large
office building. She disappeared into another elevator. He got in another
elevator and pressed the UP button again. After another interminably long
elevator ride, the elevator opened into a stark gray underground
passageway. He heard her footsteps in the distance and ran after her.
Another man was there and he asked the other man how to get to the
surface. He said the shortest way was down that side corridor a short way
and then up the stairs to the surface. He ran down the side corridor, but
spinning fan blades and loud grinding machines filled the entire width and
height of the corridor. He was terrified to try and pass through the
machinery. He went back and took a different corridor. He felt like he
was running through molasses as his legs struggled to make headway. After
running this way and that, he corridor exited out onto a city sidewalk
again.
The girl was standing there. He caught her by surprise. He grabbed her
tightly and leapt into the air. He flew off with her flapping his arms to
lift himself and the girl higher and higher into the sky. He flew among
tall buildings, searching for his building and his apartment.
He spotted it in amongst the forest of hi-rise buildings, and let
himself glide down to land on his balcony.
Holding the girl tightly, he brought her inside and pressed her gently
down to the carpeted floor. He quickly pulled her clothes off. Then he
removed his clothes and mounted her. He thrust his hard throbbing cock in
and out, in and out of her pussy. After a moment, he felt spasm after
spasm of joyous relief.
He finished in the nick of time as a distant sound, “BUZZ! BUZZ!
BUZZ!” grew louder and louder in his mind and the girl slowly vaporized in
his arms.
- END
They were now in front of a large door hidden by a velvet curtain. Pamela knocked seven times with a precise rhythm and three girls, totally naked, welcomed them.
The round room where they were now was vast and comprised in its centre a large oval swimming pool. The walls and the floor were covered with white marble. A large picture window was overlooking onto a terrace and a lovely garden, both lit as the room, by hundreds of candles. There were no other windows into the room except for in the middle of the ceiling was a big glass dome made of two sliding parts. The dome was wide open along its centre, letting the gentle warmth of the summer night inside.
The warm yellow light of all these candles and the starlit night that could be seen through the open dome were creating a magical atmosphere. Pamela took off her cloak and now as naked as the other girls told Robert: “We will now prepare you for Madam, please take off all your clothes Robert, Suji will wash you down, Rubia will anoint you with aromatic rare oils, then Rebecca will massage you.”
Robert had the feeling of living a daydream. Sure that he was ready to find himself in the bed of this superb young woman, and he had been dreaming of it since yesterday but he would never have imagined all of this abundance of mystery that now surrounded this erotic situation he had now found himself in. To be in the middle of the night, in a secret place, surrounded by four desirable naked girls asking him to strip naked for them to take care intimately of his body would surprise the most blasé of men.
All these mysteries, these long secret wanderings through entire passages and areas with Pamela, naked under her cloak, and now these three superb brown haired girls, who were waiting for him in that magnificent place looking like Roman thermae, the magnificence of the marble and also the celestial sliding dome, all of this looked like a wonderful dream that was simply surreal.
But the hands of Suji who was washing him down directly with her palms was real enough and Robert sank with supreme ecstasy to the expert caresses of the girl whose palms were so smooth and her fingers so delicate when they slid along his athletic body. The nimble fingers of Suji were making Robert quiver with pleasure, all the sensuality of his skin was awakened by the moves of the girl’s hands and their softness was magnified by the soft lather of the soap.
Robert became mesmerized by the movements of Suji’s body, admiring the swaying of her breasts while she was taking care of him.
A mild fragrance of perfume was hanging in the air whilst a distant and surreal music came drifting in from the garden on the night air.
Pamela, lay down among a sea of multi-coloured cushions covered with silk and satin.. She was appreciating the proportions of Robert’s body, imagining her mistress making love with him.
Pamela was a dreamer; she loved to dream, to imagine herself, to contemplate. Both vivacious and languid, her role of double, of the alter image of Julie was fitting to her perfectly. She loved to melt into her role, she loved to wait on her mistress, she loved to merge with her and was even sometimes acting herself as Julie when her mistress requested.
However, Pamela was also a woman and then it was with interest and even envy that she was looking at Robert’ body, quivering now with pleasure into the expert hands of Suji. Robert was handsome, tall and strong; a real caricature of a movie romantic male lead, Pamela was saying to herself that undoubtedly Julie had an expert eye when she was choosing her lovers.
Suji had now completed the sensual soaping of Robert’ body and was rinsing him with a powerful spray that she began directing with an obvious pleasure on all parts of the young man’s body, taking care however to reduce the pressure of the spray when she was approaching his most sensitive parts. Besides, the spray was lingering there more longer than elsewhere until the moment when Suji saw that the effect was stronger than the one she was expecting. She had a mission to prepare Robert by wrapping him in an erotic atmosphere; the “best” of the man had to be of use to… Julie only. Therefore, she asked him to follow her to an adjoining room where there was a small swimming pool with cold water and thanks to that, Robert quickly regained a more decent appearance.
Suji took her time to dry him gently with large soft and perfumed terry towels, then asked him to lie down near Pamela until his skin was totally dry. Pamela was stretching herself like a loving cat at that moment among the cushions, eyes closed while thinking of the athletic body of Robert and more particularly to his superb firm buttocks that had aroused her so much. Dreaming of Robert’s body, she did not hear Suji return from the small cold water room with the young man. Suji gave a little cough: “Pamela, I will leave you with the Master until his skin is totally dry, and then soon Rubia will anoint him with the aromatic oils.”
Pamela corrected herself to a more decent attitude and smiled tenderly at Robert: “Lie down here near me, it will relax you after your cold bath. And please calm down, keep that for Madam,” she added with a suggestive smile, seeing his sex that was drawing up to its full length once again at the sight of the attractive Pamela stretching herself amorously among the cushions.
Robert flushed lightly and lay down on his back near Pamela, who took his hand.
Do you know the stars, Robert?"
“A little, but these are old memories when my grandfather took me with him on summer nights when I was a child. I never forgot those marvellous moments spent contemplating the sky, his enthusiasm to describe me as the Milky Way and the constellations.”
And while they were lying down, side by side and hand in hand, Pamela began to draw the map of the sky to Robert who was captivated by her explanations, as impassioned as the ones of his grandfather. It’s only when Pamela told him that it was now time to join Rubia that he realized the strangeness of the situation. He had remained lying down with this beautiful blonde girl who was holding his hand tenderly for more than half an hour, listening to her explanations whilst nearly forgetting their mutual nakedness. Heaven’s immensity, this unreal and magical atmosphere, all this had thrown him out of time or was it time that had stopped? He felt so relaxed, all the stress of living in a busy city, and the stress of his working day had disappeared as if by magic.
He was now lying down on a massage table and Rubia was anointing his body with aromatic perfumed fine oils. The caressing and smooth hands of the girl were rubbing the oils into his skin softly, going up along his legs, slipping on his sides, massaging his pectorals, touching along his shoulders and then his neck alternating pressure of the palms with sliding soothing fingers. Robert had never felt such sensations, it seemed to him that he was discovering a body that was not his.
As with many men, the most erotic and really sensitive part of his body was his sex and the rest of his body had never really interested him. Robert thought moreover that women were very lucky to be so sensual and being able to have such sensual pleasure through their sex as their breasts, without counting the different possibilities of sexual delight that they could feel within their intimate flower.
Yet the hands of Rubia were making him quiver in places that he could never imagine to be so sensitive that made him stir with so much intensity, producing erotic electrical discharges, making him arch his body and lament with so much pleasure. He was reacting like an animal, unable to control himself under these nimble fingers, all the surface of his skin was responding to these caresses, he never had thought that his sides could be so excitable, nor his back, nor even his buttocks. Rubia was alternating the touches with the palms of her hands and the light touch of the tips of her nails on Robert’ skin. Like a sensuous cat, she was all sweetness and light, using even the insides of her arms to rub the different oils into his skin.
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