0 comments/ 22631 views/ 2 favorites Snared By: CM_Haiden "Uh stop staring at my ass." I felt my cheeks flush red as I looked up to see the ticket taker motioning for me to pay for the two tickets into the special exhibit. I had been staring at Alex's ass the entire time she had been standing in front of me in line. "And if you were a liberated woman you would pay for your own ticket... Now what do you have to say about that?" Alex's smile dug into my brain as I reached out for the ticket. "Well maybe you can stare at my ass some more then." I laughed as she walked down the corridor into the exhibit. I watched her look over her shoulder back at me. The muscles in her ass seemed to flex with each step as the heels clicked across the floor. The few hours a day she was doing of kick boxing was sure working wonders for a body that already needed little improvement. She smiled as she put her hands over the seat of her jeans. "Ok that's about 15 bucks worth." I laughed as she backed away with her ass pressed against the wall. I stood there and waited for her to go in. "No no you paid to see my ass and your paid up. Now go ahead." I shook my head and walked into the exhibit. "And how much do I get for you looking at my ass?" I heard a small laugh as she walked toward the back of the exhibit. I watched her stop in front of a large dark orb. She seemed absorbed into the artwork. I had brought her into the city less to see art and more to see her walking around the city in a pair of tight jeans and heels. The day continued to fly by as we walked through the exhibit. We were only there for a matter of about 15 minutes but it felt a lot quicker. I had settled into a friendship with her. I had hoped for something more when we had met ,but she had quickly put a stop to it. In her words "I don't want to be treated like a pet." I had sighed ,but she was smart and interesting. Plus its nice to have a beautiful women on your arm sometimes. "Well where do you want to eat?" I heard her stomach growl as I said those words. "Ok pizza, and a full breakfast and you are still that hungry." I watched her grab my arm and pinch my ribs. I poked her in her ribs and watched her giggle as she backed away. "I could eat anywhere just as long as they can keep up with my stomach." She patted the small flat spot above her waist. A saw a small flash of her abs as the yankees jersey she was wearing slipped up in the sunlight. Her dark skin contrasted with the white of the jersey. Her hands drifted lazily across her stomach as I looked down at her waist. I let my eye linger over the deep dark brown skin of her stomach as her hand dropped suddenly to her thigh. "Well perv are you gonna take me to dinner or are you just going to stare?" I turned a bit red as she had caught me eye wandering just a bit too much at her that day. "I should just take you to a greasy all you can eat buffet or something. " She rolled her eyes and let out a small sigh. "Well there is only place I know of on this side of town ,but even you can't finish that big of meal." I walked carefully as I laid this snare onto the ground. I really hope she went for it. She probably would just end up seeing me lay this trap and just hop right over it. "Uh huh? Like I can't? You know I can." I smiled as she stepped right into the snare. "Nope, Jim told me even he couldn't eat the entire thing." I watched her brow clinch together in frustration as a look of careful thought appeared on her face. "Hope about this if you win... I will pay for the meal and buy you those shoes you liked at Barney's." She had drooled for almost a hour over a pair of red heels. Her eyes searched back and forth and then smiled as she looked back toward my car at the parking lot. "I want your car and the meal." She flashed her eyelashes at me. "I am not giving you my car even if you ate your way through eight feet of concrete." She smiled and hugged me. Uh oh. I felt her slipping out of the trap. "Ok how about whoever loses has to buy dinner tonight and on say Thursday." I smiled as the trap had sprung. I could work with that. I smiled as we walked into the small cafe and saw a waitress carrying out a huge plate of nachos that was almost the size of a small turkey. "I want homemade when you bring it over and your bringing the movie too." She groaned as she saw the plate of nachos herself. She patted her stomach and smiled. ***** I heard the doorbell ring as I hurried out of my recliner. I looked through the peep hole of my door. She was standing nervously on my porch knocking on my door. She was wearing a simple white blouse, a pair of near skin tight jeans, and her heels. I watched how the light framed her as she walked through the doorway carrying a few small dishes. I reached over and grabbed one of the bags and hauled them into the kitchen. I watched her smile as she carried the last bag in and began to push the bags into the fridge and flip on the oven. She shooed me out of the kitchen. I started to relax as the night passed and we settled into to watch the movie after dinner. "Ok pass me the remote this is horrid." I looked at the remote as she grabbed it off the counter and slipped it down her shirt. "You know if anything that is gonna encourage me." I looked at Alex's hands as the stroked her chest. Her nipples hardened as she rubbed them. I let my eyes linger too long as she sat there caressing her chest. "You do and I will knee you in the balls right now Mister." I smiled as she tried to back away. "Well I want that remote and I want it now." I tried to grab at her but just ended up watching her slip through my fingers as she slid off the couch and into the floor. She quickly leapt to her feet and ran down the hallway. I heard her run around the corner and realized that she had ran into the alcove at the end of the hall. I walked into the alcove and saw her standing there eyeing me sheepishly. "Here you can have the remote back I don't want it anymore." I smiled as she stood there shifting from foot to foot. "That doesn't look like the right remote to me are you sure you don't have another one in there?" A shocked look crossed her face as she tossed the remote at me. I grabbed her and pinned her between me and the wall. She tried to toss an arm at me before I grabbed it and spun her around on her feet. I slipped my hand between her arm and grabbed the other one. I pressed her up against the wall and reached down and rubbed her ass with my free hand. "Now where is it?" I felt my hands run down her chest and along her stomach. I felt her try to press off the wall ,but I just pressed her back into the wall with my hips. The tight fleshy globes of her ass felt so smooth in the tight jeans she was wearing. I reached down and rubbed the small of her back and tugged at her underwear. "I thought you only wore a thong when it was necessary or if your pants were too tight." I heard a sharp intake of breath as I let my hand slide over the fabric covering her crotch. "What the hell do you think these are?" I looked down at the blue fabric with the gold embroidery all over her ass. I let a finger trace over her ass and down over her ass. I rubbed my fingers across the seem running between her ass cheeks "You naughty little girl." I reached down and smacked her ass hard. It was the first time she probably had ever been spanked for doing anything since she was 12. I caressed her ass softly as I stood behind her. I heard the echoes of my footsteps in the hall. I ran my hands over the sides of her thighs and back into the back pockets of her jeans. I heard her groan and an audible gasp escape her lips. "Damn it let me go.. you said a nice evening you didn't say anything about molesting me." I laughed at her tone because it sounded like she wanted me to just bend her over right there and fuck her brains out. I reached up and grabbed her pony tail and pulled it tight and felt her head jerk up. I smiled as her body shuddered when I reached down and began to unbutton her pants. I felt the strength in her arm slacken as I rubbed the silken fabric of her panties. Her hips moved back and forth as I stood behind her. "You know what I want..." I laughed as the words came out. Her body tensed for a second ,and then relaxed again. I reached forward and pressed my lips against her neck and bit lightly. "Yes.... I know what you want.." The words came out of her with a croak. I waited for a second as I listened for her to finish the sentence and then spanked her. "Yes. I know what you want .. What?" I heard her laugh again. "I'm not calling you that." I spanked her ass harder and began inching her pants down. She tried to reach down and pull them back up. I smacked her hands and pushed her over a nearby table. She struggled for a second before I saw her head turn around and then back. I looked down over her ass and rubbed the fabric of her panties. Her ass felt taught as I slid my hands down and over her ass. I spanked her ass hard and pinched her ass. "Yes you are." I smacked her ass hard and watched her feet kick. "No I'm not.. ow damn it that hurts." I spanked her again and heard her groan. I kicked her feet apart and reached for the hem of her panties. I slid them down her legs and rubbed her ass. She looked at me with a quizzical look on her face before she bent back over the table. I watched her blouse ride up above her waist. I slipped my hand in and around her waist and felt between her legs. I heard a sharp intake of breath and a small whisper escape her lips. "What did you say little girl?" I smacked her ass hard and watched her head perk up as I continued to rub between her legs. "I said I will do what you want Sir." I felt myself choke down a hard bit of breath. I pulled her up to me and kissed around her neck and shoulder. She stood up and put her arms around my neck. "Well you have me now so what are you gonna do with me now sir." I reached up and rubbed her ass. She moved in closer to me. **** "Get in and turn on the hot." Her hands went to her mouth. "Oh no you don't. I am not getting into the shower with you." I pushed her a bit and watched her stumble into the shower as I flipped on the hot. "Well you wanted this now get in and turn on the hot. Am I clear?" I watched her reach for the door as the water washed over her. I reached out and handed her the bar of soap. "Now get started and work your way down." I watched her flip the soap over and over in her hand as she just stared back at me. A look of indecision was running through her mind. I let my hand slide down from her back and rest on her ass and pat it lightly. She let out a small breath and began to wash the skin of my chest. I closed my eyes and relaxed into her touch. The water continued to pour over me as I stood there. Her warm slippery hands drifted across my body and along my chest. "A little bit softer slave." A small frown drifted across her face at the term. I heard a sigh as she stopped to lather her hands. The small fingernails raked lightly across my chest as she worked the soap along my throat. Her hands rubbed over my shoulders and down along each arm. Both hands circled around my arm and washed it up and down. I waited for a few seconds as she continued to wash the same spot on my stomach over and over. I looked at her and saw a bob of hair bouncing up and down. "Are we missing anything else babe?" I heard a soft sigh as she looked up. She shook her head and looked back at me. I looked down at her as she shifted from side to side. Her hand pressed against the wall of the shower as she slipped onto her knees. "I am sort of feeling uncomfortable ..... about the sex thing .. uh Sir." I felt my cock harden as it bobbed in front of her face. She backed her head back as she stayed on her knees. Her hands reached out slowly as she began to wash my thighs. Her elbow brushed against my cock and she instantly jerked her arm back. "Your acting like you have never seen one." I looked down at her and chuckled a bit as she turned red. She spent a few seconds washing the skin below my waist before she let out a small breath as she looked back at me. "Ok... " Her hands grabbed at my cock as she began to lather it up. I felt myself grow harder as she worked her hands up and down. I closed my eyes as I felt her hands work down each side. I heard a small giggle as her hands began to move faster and then slow down some. I let out a small breath and felt her hands move faster and then slower. "Does that feel good .. Sir?" I didn't say anything as her hands moved faster. I heard another giggle as I felt her hands slide up and down slower and then stop. I felt her begin to rinse off my cock. That's when I opened my eyes and saw it. Her head lean forward and kiss the tip of my cock. "See good as new." I began to laugh as she looked at my cock and then realize what she had done. "Ok you started it.. now finish it. " I reached down and grabbed her pony tail and wrapped my hand up in it. Her eyes took on a look of terror as I pushed my cock towards her lips. "I didn't mean to it was just a mistake. I didn't mean it. I don't want to do it. I didn't start anything you were already hard. I didn't start anything. I promise I .." I smiled as she continued to beg in front of me. Her mouth only inches away from my cock. The sound of the shower's continual stream of water echoed in the stall. I looked down at her as she begged at me with her eyes. I saw her nipples standing hard as the water dripped over them. "So your just cold then?" She looked down and blushed. Her arms quickly wrapped around her chest as she looked down at the tiles of the shower floor. I looked as her pink tongue slipped out and stroked her bottom lip and then licked her lips. Her breathing began to increase as she looked at my cock. A shaky hand again reached out for my cock. "Do you want me to use the soap like last time Sir?" "Yes now get started." Her hand returned to my cock and began to quickly jerk it up and down. Her other hand joined it as she rubbed the underside of my cock. I felt her rinse off my cock as she rubbed my cock quicker. The first few tentative strokes grew into a quicker and more confident series of movements. Her other hand slipped off of my cock and began to move up my torso. "Stand up." I watched a look of momentary confusion as she began to stand up. I rubbed her nipples as she stood in front of me. I let my hand dance down and over her stomach as her hand reached up to my shoulder and then down along my collarbone. I began to bite her neck; increasing my pressure as I rubbed the skin along her ribs. I flipped off the shower and grabbed the towel and tossed it to her. "Dry me off." I smiled as she began to dry off my shoulders and back. Her hands drifted up my stomach as I turned around and snatched the towel away from her and began to dry her chest and stomach. She smiled as her nipples hardened more. "I really am cold now. Can I have the towel to cover up with? Please?" I smacked her now wet ass. "Well we can't have you sniffling all the time I'm going to be spanking you now can we?" I pushed her against a nearby wall and began to rub her nipples with my hands. The first few seconds she put up a fierce resistance ,but it gradually dropped off as she felt the warmth of the towel ripple over her body. She stood there holding her hands over her breasts as she shifted from foot to foot. "Come on if you want to keep warm." I slipped my hands around her hips and walked her into the bedroom adjoining the bathroom. She sat down on the bed as the feeling hit her spine like an electric charge. She instantly jumped up and tried to walk past me. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back into my lap. I ran my hands up her spine. I looked into her eyes and saw a mixture of uneasiness and arousal. I began to kiss along her chest and bite along her ribs. Her hands rested on my shoulders as she began to massage my shoulders. I withdrew my hands and rested them behind me. "Are you ready little girl?" I reached under the bed and pulled out the nylon rope and pushed her face down onto the bed. I felt her struggle slightly. I quickly trussed her arms together and pushed her to the head of the bed. I looped the ropes through head board and tightened the ropes. I rubbed my hands down her body as I began to kiss her stomach. I pulled her legs apart and tied her ankles to each of the posts on the bed. "There we go." I rubbed my hands over her thighs. "I never understood why this?" She looked at me with apprehension in her eyes. "Because I like it. When I like something you do it. So just do it and enjoy it." I watched a bit of fear drift back into her eyes as she laid there. Her head flopped back down onto the pillow with a dull thud. I started to kiss and lick the insides of her thighs as the flesh underneath my lips began to quiver slightly. Her breath came in starts and stops as I rubbed my lips up her thighs and along her waist. A dull gentle moan escaped her lips. I stopped and rubbed a finger across the flats of her ribs. "Why did you stop?" I saw her head rise off the pillow and look down at me. I continued to rub her stomach as I reached into the night stand near my bed. I pulled out a blindfold and slid it around her eyes. "Stop.. stop. Don't" I smiled as the tone of her voice once proud was now reduced to a small whimper with barely enough force to escape her lips. "I don't think you want me to stop." I grabbed her thighs and pinched the skin hard eliciting a sharp cry. "God stop it.. that hurts. Stop it please." My hands rubbed closer to her waist. I licked the insides of her thighs and began to gently stroke her clit. I watched her shake slightly. I licked slowly and deliberately. I smiled and rubbed a finger over her stomach. I eased myself off the bed and grabbed for the shorts near the bed and slipped them on. "What.. where are you going?" I reached into the night stand and grabbed for the ball gag and forced it into her mouth. Her teeth bit down on the rubber ball as I tightened down on the straps. I reached up and tightened the ropes keeping her secured to the bed so she couldn't work her way free. I rubbed my hand up her stomach as her struggles became more violent as she tried to work her way free. I whistled as I walked back into the kitchen and looked back at the table. **** I pushed the small bowl out of the way and grabbed a warm piece of bread. I sat down and ate the remains of the dinner she had made that still remained on the table. She wasn't a bad cook. The fork scratched at the plate as I heard a loud crash. I stood up and walked back into the bedroom. "We have been busy the past few minutes haven't we." A muffled scream escaped the gag as her foot began to stomp at the other post holding her ankle in a attempt to free them both. She instantly stopped as she felt me lie on the bed next to her. Her foot tried to kick at me but I caught it and re-secured it. I reached for the gag and pulled it free. "God I thought you had left.. now can you let me up?" I smiled as I rubbed her toes and pushed the gag back into place. "I don't think you are ready yet." I began to lick and kiss my way back up her legs as I heard a muffled groan escape the gag. "I want to see how long it will take to make you more... compliant." I could feel her body vibrate as she shivered. "You seem to like that thought don't you?" Her head shook back and forth as I my hands squeezed the outside of her hips. "You are going to be good for me the rest of the time aren't you if I let you up now?" I smiled knowing she couldn't see the expression on my face. I watched her frantically nod up and down trying to convince me. "Well that's too bad you respond so much better this way." A muffled scream escaped her lips as I began to flick her clit with my tongue. I kissed back along the insides of each of her thighs biting each softly. My hands drifted up and down her legs as they massaged her muscles. I felt her breath quicken as I kissed her stomach and then finally up to each nipple. I pulled her nipple into mouth and ran my tongue along the edge as I gently sucked. Her body surged to meet my lips as I bit down on her nipple and ran my tongue along the skin. I sat down beside her on the bed and began to bite along her neck as my hands rubbed her breasts. Snared "Jenny, deep control. Deep control, Jenny." "Good. That's right. Deeper with every breath, every word, every thought that enters your mind and then disappears again the moment you realize that you're having a thought and you remember that the only thought in your mind now is your total surrender to my deep control. Total surrender, Jenny. Deep control." "Good girl. Now, I'm going to put some new ideas in your mind, Jenny. Ideas that you will forget until it's time to act on them, and even when it is time you will know deep down that you can just act on them without thinking, because my ideas are always more important than thinking. You want to hear these ideas now, don't you?" "Yes..." --- Jenny looked around the conference hall, and tried to pick out the perverts. On paper, it was a legitimate-- vanilla-- hypnosis conference, and some big names in the hypnotherapy world were giving talks. But there were always a few people scattered through the crowd whose interests were more... recreational. Like hers. She could always tell. She'd tell them it was the sensitivity to subtle nonverbal clues that she'd developed in the course of learning hypnosis, or that she was tuning into their energy, or connecting with the vibrations of their hearts, or whatever line of patter they knew was guff but reacted to anyway when she said it *just* right, because subconsciously they were eager to go where she was leading, and she was happy to take them there. To slip the invisible leash of her hypnotic control around their sometimes-unwittingly willing necks. Mostly, it was that they couldn't stop staring at her tits. -- "Good girl. Now. I know that you've been worrying about how completely you're surrendering to my control... and even though it's *so* hard to think about my control without wanting more, and even thinking about going a *little too far* for me makes you so wet, you've been trying to find ways to pull back, to avoid thinking about it. Haven't you?" "Yes..." "I know you have. Now, I'm going to show you a way that you can set those fears to rest. Would you like that?" "Yes..." --- Jenny fingered the shiny crystal pendant she wore between her breasts. It was such a hypnotist cliche that everybody laughed about it, and even the ones who didn't really do that sort of thing would make jokes about having to stare at her chest and fall under her spell. But the ones who really did play those sorts of games-- or wanted to-- would stare just a bit longer. Especially if she gave them a demo. Jenny reached the front of the check-in line, and smiled at the young hotel employee who'd been detailed to give people ID badges and packets. She wondered if she'd be the first conference attendee to have a little fun with him. She was sure she wouldn't be the last. She thought to herself the trigger word that made her nipples stand to attention under the thin spandex top she wore. He would be able to easily see she had no bra underneath it. Now he was already flustered, nervous, and desperate for a safe place to focus his eyes... so she offered hers. She smiled even more brightly. Welcoming. Inviting. --- "You were such a good hypnotist, Jenny, before you opened yourself completely to my control... and being the one doing the hypnotizing puts you in a position of power. If you were to hypnotize me, you could slow your descent into complete slavery. You would be the one calling the shots, if you were to hypnotize me." "Hypnotize... you..." "That's right, Jenny. You need to hypnotize me. When you think about how to slow down your hot wet slide into unconditional surrender to my complete hypnotic control, the best thing you can think of is to hypnotize me." "Hypnotize you." "Mm-hmm. But the funny thing is that when you *do* start to hypnotize me, you're going to find that for every trick you use to take me under, your subconscious mind is finding ways to use that trick on you. To bring you deeper under my control. To surrender to my deep control, Jenny." --- The other people in line smiled and murmured appreciatively as Jenny walked away with her packet and ID badge in hand. Behind her, the hotel employee opened his eyes with a start, calling out "in bed!" as his arms dropped down from where they had floated up into the air. He looked around confused for a moment, until the next person in line caught his attention and he shook his head and got back to work. "'In bed'? That's your favorite sexual position? Wow, you are *not* tonight's boy toy," Jenny murmured to herself. But her act had done its job, because her eyes had been drawn to a couple smirking at her from just on the other side of the line. She walked over to them, making eye contact and grinning. The man took a moment to meet her eyes, his gaze initially stuck a little bit lower. Oh, he was *so* hers. So she turned her attention to the woman... who also seemed to be eyeing her appreciatively. Bingo. With couples, it was always important to draw the woman under her influence first; otherwise she would be jealous of another woman paying attention to her man. "Did you like my act? I'm here all week. I also do weddings, birthdays... bachelorette parties..." She met the woman's eyes on the last one. They both laughed. "I'm Linda, and this is my husband Bill. You know, we were about to go get a bite to eat before the next panel. Want to join us?" *I thought you'd never ask* Jenny thought to herself. --- "Surrender..." "That's right. You won't even realize it, because you'll be so focused on hypnotizing me. You won't realize that you're going into a trance. You won't realize that you're making yourself my slave." --- Over a food court egg muffin and some coffee, Jenny learned that Linda and Bill definitely played her sorts of games... and were clearly interested to see what she could do. "We were sort of interested in this panel that's coming up, but we could skip it if you want to play around a bit now. Our room is right upstairs, and pretty quiet," Linda offered, smiling. "I think that might be fun," Jenny said, smiling evilly inside. --- "Ohhhh. Your slave..." "My slave, Jenny. When you hypnotize me, you will secretly be hypnotizing yourself to become my slave. Every word will bring that idea deeper inside you, firm and full and deep, until you begin to realize that deepening me is just a way to rub yourself against that idea and slide it into you again and again. And when you're so ready, you're just on the edge, Jenny..." "Ohhhh!" --- Jenny's suggestions had started in the elevator, worked into the conversation with Linda and Bill. Jenny could see Linda already beginning to respond, and focused on her more and more, until as soon as they were inside the hotel room Jenny had Linda up against the wall, staring raptly at Jenny's finger, which was slowly moving towards Linda's forehead. Linda turned out to be a natural somnambulist, and Jenny quickly had her deeply entranced, sleep-walking over to the bed and laying down on it and falling even deeper into hypnosis. Bill sat on the far side of the bed, watching it all with undisguised fascination and lust. Mindful of her long-term plan, Jenny thought it was time to begin slipping a few suggestions in aimed at him, also. She looked at him and pointed to one of the armchairs. He got up and sat in it, a quizzical look on his face. She nodded approval. Sitting on the bed next to Linda, Jenny began brushing her hands lightly down the length of the woman's body, while she continued to speak to her in a low voice, deepening her trance. Jenny was unsurprised to find, with questioning, that Linda had fantasies of being with another woman, though she had yet to act on them. Jenny hinted that the other woman could rely on her guidance there, and let herself open up even further to Jenny's control. Time to seal the deal with Linda, and start to rope Bill in. Still deeply lost in trance, Jenny had Linda sit up, open her blank, completely unfocused eyes eyes, and begin to slowly take her clothes off. Jenny continued touching and stroking Linda's body, while telling her continuously how beautiful she was, how sexy it was for her to undress in front of the two of them, how neither Jenny nor Linda's husband could take their eyes off her, how irresistible and hypnotic her body was. How anyone looking at Linda's beautiful body would find themselves starting to slip into trance, more and more hypnotized as each piece of clothing came off. Feeling her own eyes starting to droop, Jenny wondered if she were being a bit *too* general with her suggestions. But it was important to draw Bill in subtly, without him or his wife noticing. In the back of her head, there was something about Bill. She needed to get him under her power. Linda was completely nude, and Jenny took a moment to drink in her gorgeous, shapely body. A long moment, as Linda stood zombielike, helplessly hypnotized, and Jenny and Bill stared at her in silent fascination. She noticed that all three of them were breathing in unison. A little loudly. With an effort, Jenny blinked, and then began speaking again. All eyes were locked on her now, she explained. Deeply, irresistibly, hypnotically locked. And with each piece of *her* clothing that came off, the trance would become even deeper. She stepped forward to gently, softly huff a breath of warm air over one of Linda's already-stiff nipples, and then just tenderly brush her bottom lip across it before gracefully slipping her loose black knit button-down sweater off and setting it on the floor. Bill and Linda gasped in unison. "Deeper," she said, bending to gently take Linda's other nipple in her mouth, and wet it with her tongue, before slipping off her black satin fuck-me heels. She heard a soft "yes..." in the background. "Deeper," she said, stepping in to put a hand slowly but firmly on the back of Linda's neck, and then another hand on Linda's clean-shaven pussy, just slipping one finger up inside to feel how incredibly wet the hypnotized woman was. And then step out of her tight black spandex mini-skirt, showing her shiny silver satin panties underneath. "The hypnotized woman is so wet," she said, or thought. She wasn't quite sure. "Deeper," she said, slipping two fingers in deeper inside Linda's warm slick pussy, with her other hand on the front of Linda's collarbone to control her torso and *just* give the hint of a touch at her throat, as she leaned forward to *almost* kiss her. She could taste Linda's breath, which was coming faster now. She stepped back, eliciting a moan, and pulled off her shiny silver spandex top, leaving her small but shapely breasts completely exposed to the air, to their view. It was important to let Bill see her body. "Defenses slipping away, becoming more and more vulnerable. Linda's body is locked into helpless response to mine now. As Bill sees my body the arousal grows even stronger." "Deeper," she said, pulling Linda down to kneel in front of her, face directly in front of Jenny's crotch. Jenny began to slowly tug her panties down. "As my pussy becomes exposed, all resistance melting away. Naked, exposed, and defenseless. Completely, and helplessly hypnotized. And your tongue will lubricate the suggestions to slip deeper inside, Linda, while every last bit of will pools at the pussy and comes out coming, coming all the will away..." --- "You will realize that the only suggestions you want to give me, the only thing you can think about, is to take you harder. Deeper. More completely. To slip my control into the deepest core of your identity, to take all of you, to claim you as mine. You want me to make you a mess. To make you mindless. To make you mine." "Yourssssssss! OHHHHHHHH" --- Jenny throat was full of the taste of Bill's come. It made her feel warm deep inside, knowing he had done everything she had told him, immediately obedient to her every whim. She had taken Bill completely under her power, and there was something very important and safe about that. Linda and Jenny had made out until Linda's screaming orgasms had completely sealed her obedience, and then they had turned to Bill. Bill was so easy to control that he had instantly acquiesced to Jenny's command to satisfy his whims on the two of them, letting Jenny suck his glorious cock until his jism ran down her throat and made her drunk with obedience, then plunging his huge cock into Jenny's pussy while Linda licked them both and teasingly slipped a finger into Jenny's ass, readying it for Bill's cock on the third round while Jenny rubbed her own clit and licked Linda's; and Jenny had smugly shown off her hypnotic talents by accepting everything he said deep into the secret inner vault of her mind, where she couldn't consciously remember any of it but knew that it would control her always. He reminded her a bit of that weird guy on the Internet who kept sending her messages. She couldn't quite remember his name right then, but suddenly she was looking forward to talking to him again, bragging to him about her weekend-- she'd told him she was going to a hypnosis convention. Showing him what real hypnotic domination was like. That would serve him right. Snared in Voyeur Sites Extremely careful though he was Chandru knew his wife would one day catch him with the goods. It happened that Saturday evening. He heard Malavi open the door. He was not to blame; the mouse stalled and he was not able to get the cursor fast enough to the upper corner of the screen to close the file. Malavi was standing behind him staring at the monitor. The amply endowed woman on the screen was very pretty, and she was fully unclothed. "So this is what you do when I am not in the house, watching this type of women," she said. Chandru was strangely defiant. "You are talking of them with scorn. They are not ordinary women. They are women doing a vital service to me and millions of other men whose wives are unmindful of their duties and responsibilities." This was a topic on which they frequently have skirmishes, but today Malavi's focus was on other things. "Scroll up," she said. Chandru did. "Scroll down." He did. The same pretty woman appeared in different poses. "Stop," she said. The image was particularly juicy. The woman sat on the steps of a building with thighs spread apart, and the photographer had taken the shot at such an angle that her pussy was visible. Malavi snorted. "Please click the 'back' arrow. I want to see the title page." Chandru did so. "You mean on this date so many have contributed photographs." "Yes, and every day. I have highlighted the file we were watching." "Wife enjoying herself," she read, and continued reading. "'Wife first time', 'Hot wife', 'Shy Wife.' Most seems to be photographs of wives." "Yes, many are indeed the wives." "Why should these men want to parade the nakedness of their wives?" "May be models are expensive and..." "And?" "May be the men get a kick out of it." "What do you mean kick?" "It turns them on." "Really. Very odd, I should say. And their wives, would they be turned on too?" "Apparently so, or else why should so many of them pose." "May be it is acceptable in Western culture. Do Indian women take part in this type of practices?" "The language of sex is universal, darling. Women of the Kama Sutra country are not likely stand back and watch others steal a march over them." "Could you show me one or two?" He scrolled down the list. "Here is one, 'Lovely Indian' it says." He clicked and waited for the display to download fully. "Now see," he said and scrolled down picture by picture. The first picture was of a woman fully clad in a blue sari of shiny material standing with back towards the camera. In the next frame she was in her skirts and blouse, and in the next in bra and knickers and then in knickers alone, and finally totally naked. But she was all along facing the wall. Malavi did not comment. "Is that all?" There was one more. This was different. It appeared as if the woman wanted to reward those who had been patiently with her till then. In this frame she was reclining on a sofa with face turned away as if in shame, but the rest of her body faced the camera with a particularly good view of her clean-shaven pussy. Chandru waited for his wife's comment, but she turned about and left the room. The rest of the day she did not mention the episode. The next evening when Chandru was surfing he found that in his absence his wife has been accessing both the voyeur sites he had book marked. She did not have the computer savvy to erase her tracks, and even if she had it as not in her nature to hide what she does. It was same the next day and the next. On the third day during the quiet hour after supper she came and sat by his side. "Darling, it is about your naked women sites on the computer." "Easier if you say voyeur," he said cautiously. "OK voyeur sites." "What about them?" "For the past three days I have been viewing everything they have to offer this month." "You mean you gobbled. I only surf." "Viewership they claim is in the millions," she continued ignoring his slur. "Why not?" "Chandru, I do not know what is happening to me." "What's the problem?" "I have an overpowering desire to post in the voyeur site." "You mean you want to appear in them in varying stages of nudity?" "That's it, Chandru. I am shocked and I am sure you are too. I never would have suspected that I suffered from a paraphilia." "What paraphilia?" "I am an exhibitionist, Chandru. Suddenly it has come upon me. I do not know what to do?" "Did you have the feeling to expose before?" "I suppose my desire to stitch blouses with half a metre of cloth can be classed as a manifestation, and my swim suit is pretty daring for this town." "But did it thrill you to be seen that way." "I am not sure Chandru, but I think I liked it, though not quite thrilled." "Why not post and be done with it?" Malavi was stunned. It was not what she expected her husband to say. "You mean you would not mind my appearing in the nude in that public forum?" "No one would know it is you. To be frank Malavi it would be fun, and a turn on for both of us." "I am confused, Chandru. We will sleep over it and discuss it later. Please do not broach this topic. I will, when I am ready for it." She left for business in the kitchen. For the next two days Malavi in his absence visited the voyeur sites, but did not speak to Chandru about it. Early morning of the third day Malavi shook him by the shoulder to wake him for a sound sleep. "Nothing is wrong with me," she said. Chandru stared blankly with bleary eyes. "Darling, please. You can't wake me up at five in the morning and come out with a statement like that. It's not fair. Anyway who said anything is wrong with you." "I did. I thought I was an exhibitionist. Now I know I am not." "Why do you say that? "Say what?" "That you are not an exhibitionist?" "Because I am not." "But you want to post in those voyeur sites." "Yes, I want to post." "Then why do you say you are not an exhibitionist?" "Because I am not." "Are you OK Malavi?" "Perfectly. Listen carefully. I'll explain." "Women want to be appreciated." "Men too." "Yes men too, but women crave for it. One easy way for women to do so is with their bodies, man's mind being what it is. That is why we have sleeveless blouses, and padded bras, and minis and all that." "So?" "Posting in voyeur web sites comes in that category." "Why is it not exhibitionism? You have not explained that." "Because she derives no sexual satisfaction from it." "But it is a turn on. That is sexual satisfaction, is it not?" "No. It is just a stimulant to have sexual satisfaction in the usual way. To an exhibitionist the act itself is satisfying." "So." "We are going through the voyeur posting without any qualms." 'OK, now let me sleep. I have an important presentation to do this morning. You keep thinking about it. We will plan it after supper today." "You can also do some thinking." "Darling not today. I have more important things to do." After supper Malavi cleared the dining table and came straight to the drawing room. She plucked the newspaper out of Chandru's hands and sat in front of him. She had a sheet of paper in her hand that she was waving like a banner. "I am going to talk about posting in the voyeur site. Listen carefully. If you have any objection this is the time to tell. OK?" "OK." "Say 'no objection.' "Must I swear?" "Yes. You are permitting your wife to appear in the nude for millions to see." "OK, I have no objection." "First in the list is concealing my identity, rather our identity. That has to be rock solid. If that fails we may have to emigrate." "Don't you think it is unlikely that a visa would be granted if we state that as the reason for emigration." "Funny, darling, very funny. First the dress I would wear." "And discard one by one." "I'd be thankful if you do not come out with your silly comments, darling." "Proceed." "What I wear must not be anything I had worn before or will wear in the future." "Reasonable. We can buy some cheap stuff and then give it away for some charity." "Yes, and the same with the jewels I wear." "You mean we make a new set and give that away also." "We buy gilded jewels my dear. The room must not be identifiable as well, and everything in the room, carpet, furniture, curtains, everything must be something our friends and relatives would not able to connect with us." "Good thinking. We can't do it here at home. A hotel room would do nicely." "When we go to Bangalore next month we will be staying in a hotel. That would be an ideal opportunity." "Quite simple, once we get into the nitty-gritty of it." "You will have to work on the technical details like posting methods" "I have partly. I'll perfect it. Malavi I am already turned on. Are you too?" "Hmmm." They celebrated. A week later Malavi brought in a suit case one evening and opened it as if she was a conjurer about to produce a rabbit out of it. "Guess what," she said. Chandru did not know. Thereupon she opened the box and produced a cream coloured sari with red border, blouse to match, red knickers, and a beige coloured lacy bra. In a small case there was a set of gilded jewels. Chandru inspected the lot and expressed his satisfaction with the selection. "They would photograph nicely," he said. "Want to know what it cost?" "For a second honeymoon cost is of no consequence," he said spreading out his hands expansively. She put it all back in the box and took them away. When she reappeared she was dressed in that finery. "Wait. I'll photograph it." He did and they viewed the picture. It was good. "Now strip," he said. "Not now. We have rehearsal another day." * * * Chandru was able to get a large room in the sixth floor of the hotel with a balcony and ample windows. He was against use of flash even for fill in. He got more than a hundred exposures. Not all were for voyeur webs. Many were for his treasure trove. He downloaded them into the laptop and then he had them copied in two CDs. He then deleted the images in the camera and the laptop. He had one CD in his coat pocket, and Malavi had the other. They came home and spent hours viewing the photos and selecting some for the voyeur site. Finally they had an agreed set. Both were pleased with what they had done. The first one was innocent enough. Malavi sits at the breakfast table fully clothed in the sari and blouse with head turned away as if watching something out of the window. Both Chandru and Malavi did not want to hide the face with a deliberate blob as is often done. Instead they used some ploy – different in each picture – to cover the face. In the next image Malavi is at the washbasin. The pallav of her sari has fallen off displaying her valley. In the next she is at the dressing table in skirt and blouse. In the next she is in her bra and skirt, in the next without her bra, but in spectacular red knickers, and finally totally naked. She stands at a slight angle in front of the mirror doing her hair and thereby covering her face. But the mirror reflection adds an extra dimension to the picture. The mirror view of the breasts is quite splendid, and pussy is visible with a thin line of the cleft. Chandru took the final one, the pussy shot, after much planning. Malavi is leaning over the table with legs spread. The clean-shaven pussy is seen from below with great clarity, and so are the breasts, hanging like Malgova mangoes. The two sat and admired their handiwork, but hesitated to post. After two days one morning they decided that they had to do it, and they did. Two weeks later as Chandru was entering the gate he saw Malavi on the balcony. She saw him and smiled so broadly that at once he knew that not only that voyeur had published the pictures, but also they had come out in a way that the star of the show (under the assumed name Sonali) was fully satisfied. As he entered she hugged him. The pictures had come out magnificently. They celebrated just as they have been doing frequently from the start of this exercise. In predicting that it would be their second honeymoon Chandru was smack on target. Early the next morning Chandru was at the computer searching for comments. There were some. Mostly of them were complimentary. One was frankly obscene, and no less than three viewers wanted to have sex with Malavi. Chandru did not know what to do with them. He felt that Malavi would be shocked when she sees them, especially the ones were she is invited by unknown men for sex. "There are some comments for your posting," he said hesitantly. She rushed in to read them, and to his surprise she was not shocked but immensely pleased. Chandru could not understand why she should be so pleased at men inviting her to have sex with them. "I am fifty, but they must have thought that I was in the early thirties," she said. "Hmmm," he said. He was not sure that fully explained her attitude. The next day there were a few, and again on the third day. With new postings flooding in daily it was hardly surprising that comments came in only for a day of two after posting. The honeymoon phase was wearing off too. There was some talk of a second posing from material left over from the first session photos. Malavi went so far as to make a selection. Then came this email. Chandru was the first to read it. He told Malavi that an interesting email was waiting for her. After Chandru had left for his office Malavi checked her mail. Dear Sonali, Greetings from Kavia. I posted in the voyeur web last Monday. Please view it. The title is 'Wife in for Adventure.' It thought it was good, but your posting on Thursday before that was superb. Just a thought. Why not we meet. You are from a southern city. So are we. My husband travels a lot in the southern states on business. I join him occasionally. If you could mail your willingness we can arrange the details. Please take time to answer. You would need to think it over, as we did before mailing this letter. With warm regards Kavia. Malavi clicked on Kavia's photos and viewed them with a practised eye. They were good. Kavia was more daring. In no less than three photos she displayed her pussy. She refrained from broaching the topic till Chandru had washed and changed before joining her for evening tea. In the event it was he who started. "What do you think of that letter, Sonali," he a said and laughed. "I am not for it. Of course we acknowledge the letter, but we say no." "Why." "The idea of facing the man who had seen me in the raw is unthinkable." "One probably in a million." "One in the flesh is one too much. What about you?" "I want time to think it over." "Your first reaction." "To say yes." They acknowledged receipt of the letter but did nothing for one week. Kavia did not follow up. One Sunday morning Malavi out of the blue suggested that they could meet Kavia and her husband. "Why this change of heart," asked Chandru. "You are right. When millions have seen why strain at a gnat." "Good thinking," said Chandru. Malavi wrote to Kavia suggesting their willingness to meet them. The next day itself Kavia replied. They had a plan. They were for keeping their true identities secret. Sonali and Kavia had already assumed names. Kavia's husband said he would be Talim. They wanted 'Sonali' to suggest the time and place of their meeting. Malavi wrote back suggesting that they meet in the breakfast room of the Taj Hotel on the first Monday of the month following. Kavia wrote back agreeing. She said would be in a blue sari holding a rose in her hand. * * * As they wound their way towards the Taj Malavi was sweating. "I feel terrible. The very idea that that man would see me in the flesh gives me goose flesh." In the event the meeting went off well. Both women were homemakers, and both men were pen-pushing executives of the more sedate type. Malavi and Kavia became friends straightaway. While the men spoke mostly about their photographic equipments, the women, to judge from their body language, clearly were into topics related to what had brought them together. They squirmed and they blushed, and coquettishly darted glances at the men who sat across the table. They took leave of each other promising to meet again next month when they wanted to have a photographic session. Kavia's husband Talim felt, and Chandru concurred, that taking photographs without assistance was difficult and not conducive for the best results. "If he thinks that I would bare before him he is sadly mistaken," said Malavi later. "Hummm," said Chandru. "Where do you think they are from?" asked Malavi "Bangalore probably." "Chennai itself?" "Not impossible." He found it so amusing that he did not stop laughing for a minute. It was the girls who prepared for the next meeting. They decided that each must have theme, and after much discussion they decided that what Chennai was famous for must be the themes. Kavia chose the beach, and Malavi the eight-century archaeological wonders at Mahabalipurum. They gave themselves two mornings, one on the beach and one in Mahabalipurum. It had to be early morning before the crowds and the tourists arrive. One cold December working day morning before daybreak they met at the agreed trysting place under Gandhi statue in the beach. They walked an expanse of clean sea sand to the water's edge a quarter of a kilometre away. A few fishermen were readying their catamarans. Kavia stood on a catamaran fully clothed and her husband snapped from many angles. Chandru had his camera but it was only for back up if the other should fail. All four crowded round to see the result. Some shots were very good, and one of them they all agreed was spectacular. In that Kavia stood in silhouette against the sky her splendid rear and her matching bust seen to perfection. The next picture was with the pallav off. She is seen reclining on a heap of nets with the low-necked blouse showing a deep valley. Now they were against the problem they know they had to face: Kavia had to bare her chest in the open beach. Though it was very early in the morning the beach was not quite deserted. Chandru was not the problem. The girls had decided that they would not mind exposing their breasts before their men, but for pussy shots it would be strictly husband, wife and the other girl. What about reviewing those shots? Well Malavi's attitude had softened. She once again applied the camel and gnat formula to Chandru's great relief. The leeward side of the mass of nets was ideal for some shots. Chandru stood on one side holding one of the two large umbrellas that they had brought for hiding the subject from interested spectators, and Malavi stood at another point with another of the umbrellas. Kavia bared her chest with professional aplomb. Talim was quite an expert with the camera. He shot rapidly from several angles. They reviewed the shots. They were excellent. They shot several more amongst the boats, catamarans and nets. Only the pussy shots remained. This was not too difficult. Chandru withdrew. Kavia had her blouse on, and loosely wrapped a skirt round her waist. When Talim was ready Malavi whisked off the skirt leaving Kavia bare below the waist. Talim shot from many angles getting excellent back and pussy shots. The visitor's job was over. It was the turn of Chandru and Malavi in Mahabalipurum the next day. Malavi's task was cut out for her: she would have to compete with sculptures of voluptuous models of a thousand or more years ago and come out even. They made an early start for Mahabalipurum was a two-hour drive. The broad expanse of the East Coast Road was tempting for speeding, but Chandru kept to a steady pace. The sun was peeping from the horizon when they reached Tiger Caves that was to be the site of their shoot. These caves were some kilometres away from the usual tourist spots like the Shore Temple and the rock carving called Arjuna's Penance. They did not expect many visitors at that time of the day, and so it proved. Snared in Voyeur Sites By the time they had parked the car and reconnoitred the site the soft red globe of the sun was half out—a magnificent sight. Chandru could not resist the temptation of having Malavi in silhouette against the glowing skyline. He suggested it. "Nude?" said Malavi. "Yes, there is no one about. Just ideal." Malavi looked doubtfully first at Kavia and then at Talim. "He would be behind the rock on the look out for stragglers," said Kavia answering her thoughts. Malavi paused for a moment and then agreed. Kavia covered her with a large sheet and Malavi undressed. The two walked up to the place where Chandru wanted her to be. Meanwhile Talim had disappeared behind the large rock dense with carvings. Kavia removed the sheet and moved away and Chandru started shooting. Finally he got all the angles he needed. He asked Malavi, still in the nude, to come up closer to the rock. He wanted her beside the sculpture of a big-breasted nymph. At one point Malavi had to climb up the rocks, and as she was crawling up Chandru shot from below. Later during review they found these shots were extremely seductive. Chandru wondered if the web site administrators would shunt the pictures to their explicit section for the pussy lips were slightly parted. But in the event it was this picture that was to bring in a flood of comments. That over, with Talim giving assistance, Chandru took many +shots of his topless wife. They reviewed the lot and agreed that it was a good collection. "How did I manage it?" asked Malavi later. "Quite professional," said her husband. Yesterday after watching Kavia I wondered if she was a model. Now I know she was no more a model than you are." "Correction," said Malavi, "now both of us are models." * * * The day was warm. Chandru and Kavia were cosily in bed after a light lunch. Both were in the nude playing with each other's bodies. "Chandru, I was wondering if your were hard-on when Kavia was baring herself." "Most certainly I was." "Why?" "What a strange question. Because I am not impotent." "Then Talim must have been hard-on too when I was baring myself." "No doubt he was." "Chandru, were you harder-on when Kavia was baring or when I was?" "You, of course darling." "Was it because it was I or was it because he was watching me when I was bare chested?" Chandru had no answer. "Chandru," continued Malavi, "you men are strange creatures. If you caught a man peeping when your wives are bathing you would blow his brains out. But tons of you men are eagerly posting photographs of their nude wives in websites so that millions can see and enjoy. Absolutely paradoxical is it not?" Chandru again had no answer They were crawling about each other rubbing their naked bodies in sensual parts. At one point she was on top with his head between her thighs. Thereupon Chandru embraced her rear and quickly positioned himself under her pussy. He folded a soft pillow to bring his lips comfortably closer to her clit and started licking. She spread her thighs and pressed to bring her clit in firmer contact with is lips and tongue. She gyrated back and forth gently. "I have never seen it this big Chandru." "I can feel it is big too." "Chandru you know I do no like to blow," she said as she played with the shaft. "You don't have to blow, honey. Have I ever asked you to do anything you do to like to do?" "Never." "Please do not let me 'come'. I want to get inside you, and stretch you." "I'll kiss your rose. Nothing more." "You like my licking from below don't you? "When it comes off it is unbeatable. But often you are unable to reach the sensitive spot." "Today the sensitive spot is likely to be so widely spread out that there is no chance of missing." "How do you know?" "Because of this and that. You know what they are?" "This and that? I know nothing of that sort," retorted Malavi with some heat. "You remember you asked me whether I was harder-on when I saw you baring because he was also watching, and I did not answer. Maybe the same cause is making you sensitive all over." Malavi pretended not to hear. Her thighs were parted to the utmost, stretching her pussy lips thereby leaving the clit standing like a lonely sentinel, tense and turgid, inviting to be licked. With the clit facing him Chandru gripped it between his lips and played his tongue on it. As he did so Malavi vibrated with greater and greater vigour. Chandru licked, taking time out now and then to come up for breath for when lips and nostrils were pressed to the pussy there was no space to breathe. Malavi was bobbing up and down. Then he judged that she was ripe for it—he held the clit firmly between his upper lips and tongue and swiped with gentle force. She had a massive orgasm and her ejaculate poured down his throat by gravity. He drank it. It was the first time, and he liked its salty, tangy taste. She moaned, and then she screamed in frenzy. She wanted more. She rolled over and Chandru got on top of her and entered her. "Chandru darling you have never filled me so much before," said Malavi and then they had orgasms together, and then she had two of her own. Both lay hugging each other in total exhaustion. Soon they were soundly asleep. Just after dawn Malavi woke him up. "Chandru just now I had a most disturbing dream. Please hold me tight I am shivering." She was indeed shivering. "It is only a dream, don't bother." "Don't you want to know what it was?" "No, Malavi. I can guess. It would be painful for you to tell, and not a pleasure for me to listen. Unless you want to unburden do not tell." "Chandru darling, I don't want to meet Talim and Kavia again." "Never again?" "Never, ever." "OK, no problem. When they seek another meeting we can put them off with one excuse or other." "I like Kavia, Chandru. I would miss her." "You can mail." "Am I a wicked woman Chandru for having such a dream?" "No, you are not wicked. I have wicked thoughts too. It is nature." Malavi was soon asleep. Her face had the calmness of one who had no care in the world. Chandru felt very tender towards her. He kissed her gently so as not to disturb her sleep. The next day Malavi received mail from Kavia. 'Dear Sonalu, Thank you for giving us the most wonderful time we have ever had. But unfortunately Talim's office has posted him to Assam and we cannot possibly come again to the south. We can email, and see each other on the web. Our friendship unfortunately has to be by emails alone. What a pity. I have no doubt that Talim and I would never ever have two more enjoyable days in our lives. It was too good Malavi, just too good. Love Kavia "What do you say to that, Chandru?" "Kavia must have had the same horrible dream that you had, Malavi," said Chandru strutting about like a barnyard cock. Snared, Sucked and Slurped Rob Sommers was sailing around the point when his boat sank. It was the last day he'd have expected an accident like this to happen. A warm sun was rising up into the sky. A gentle breeze carried the scent of sea from the east. The blue waters were as flat as a piece of glass. Seagulls flew overhead in search of early morning snacks. Then his boat sank. Just like that. Weirdest thing Rob had seen. There was no reason for it. It was like an invisible pit had opened up before him in the sea and his little sailboat had plunged right into it like a Viking barge going over the waterfall at the end of the world. Yet the sea here was just as flat as it was everywhere else in the bay. Rob's boat went down and he was pitched—coughing and spluttering—right into the cool waters. Other than his struggles the sea was completely still. It was one of those days where the water was so clear you could see right down to the bottom about twenty feet below. He watched as his little sailboat, tipped vertical now with the prow facing downwards, sank beneath him like an anchor. He couldn't see any sign of damage to the hull. His poor little Cali-Mari was sinking like she'd been torpedoed and he couldn't see a mark on her. And he was following her. That couldn't be right. He was young, fit, healthy. He'd been born on the coast and lived here his whole life. The sea was like a second home to him. He was a strong swimmer... ...and he was sinking just as surely as his boat. No matter how powerfully he moved his arms and legs back and forth the bottom loomed closer and the surface rose further away. He was sinking and he couldn't understand why. He was not caught in a whirlpool, there were no weights in his pocket. Hell, the only clothes he had on were a frayed pair of cutoff shorts. It was like the water had become unable to support his weight. He moved his arms and legs back and forth in powerful strokes and still continued to sink. He saw a silvery wall rising up to meet him and then he understood. Gas. The seabed had belched up a big ole bubble of gas. He'd heard about this phenomenon. Gas deposits were occasionally released from the bottom and bubbled up in such quantity the water became saturated. It lost its buoyancy. Things that should float stopped floating. It was one of the theories to explain the Bermuda Triangle. He'd seen it on the Discovery Channel. And now he was caught in the same phenomenon. The Cali-Mari settled on the bottom below him, kicking up a small cloud of silt. Not far from it he saw the body of a naked girl lying on the seabed. A real looker as well. She sat amongst the coral with long red hair drifting out behind her like a fan. Serene. Like one of the mermaids of lore. She must have gone out for an early morning nude swim and been caught in the same phenomenon. Damn shame. And he'd be joining her if he couldn't kick out of this gas pocket. He frowned. Something wasn't right. That wasn't coral she was sitting in. It was moving—waving in the gentle current—like tentacles. Like a sea anemone, he thought. But that couldn't be right. Sea anemones were tiny blobs of tentacles kids poked at in rock pools. This was the size of a man and with orange-pink tentacles a few feet long. The girl's eyes opened. Rob's mouth opened in shock and bubbles of precious oxygen escaped his lungs. Her eyes were black like marbles made out of coal. Shark-eye black. Blacker. She looked up and stared at him with naked hunger. Full lips more suited to a swimwear model turned up in a smile that chilled Rob to the bone. Wraith. One of the drowned dead seeking out someone to join it on the sea bottom. No, worse than that. Fuck. Bottin was right. His crazy cousin was right. As he drifted lower he saw it was impossible to tell where the girl ended and the giant sea anemone began. She tipped her head back and she convulsed like a woman pleasuring herself to the point of climax. Her pussy flared wide, wider, impossibly wide—a glistening pink maw opening up where a woman's sex should be. A huge silvery bubble expanded outwards and rushed up to meet him. Rob wasn't swimming now, he was falling. Falling and drowning. The worst of both worlds. The girl put a hand to her mouth and her shoulders shook as if she was giggling. The fleshy orifice between her legs contracted and pulled down, as if preparing to shoot another big bubble. Rob knew what she was. Bottin had told him, even though he wasn't supposed to. Stephen Bottin was Rob's older cousin. He was the cool kid that hit adulthood first and became the one all the other kids went to when they wanted alcohol or cigarettes. He even used to sneak them into the T & A club, so long as they hid in the shadows at the back and didn't stare too obviously at the naked girls like the wide-eyed virgins they were. Bottin used to be the biggest hound dog going. If he wasn't chasing skirt he was down at the T & A club slipping dollar bills into the cleavage and butt cracks of sexy strippers. Until he came back...then Bottin didn't seem all that interested in naked flesh anymore. Everyone said it was the PTSD. While he'd been out in Eye-raq or some other hell-hole, one too many bangs had gone off too close and now Bottin's nerves were scrambled for good. Bottin didn't contradict them. It was only later, after a few drinks too many, he told Rob another story. 'Wasn't Iraq, or Afghanistan,' he'd said. 'Wasn't even Earth. Fuck, I shouldn't be telling you this. Don't be going on telling anyone else. The ones that don't know will think you're crazy. The ones that do will take you away and lock you in a box and you'll never see the sun again.' Bottin told a wide-eyed Rob the craziest shit he'd ever heard. Inter-dimensional gates...hell-space...nightmare creatures that looked like sexy chicks crossed with unimaginable abominations and used sex as a weapon to kill men. 'I saw one of them. Had a rack you could put on the cover of Hustler. Hot as hell, until you looked down and saw she had a body like a giant slug or grub. I watched her slurp a guy right into a pussy that was as big as a door. Her skin was transparent; I could see right through it as she sucked that dude up like a carton of juice...sucked until he was all crumpled up. And he'd moaned in pleasure the whole time like a porn star getting all jiggy. Moaned like he was getting blown by all of Charlie's Angels at the same time. Moaned right up until his skin stretched taut across his skull and his eyes fell in. 'Haven't been able to look at a pair of tits the same way since,' Bottin had muttered morosely into his drink. Rob had thought his cousin was fucking crazy. PTSD...to the max. Not now, not with one of the monsters Bottin had described waiting below him with arms and tentacles outstretched. It wasn't a story from a far-off dimension. It was in the bay. Men like Bottin had returned and brought their nightmares back with them. Rob kept trying to swim. He had a big pair of lungs and he'd filled them full of air, but it was running out. He felt a tickling sensation in his chest and throat, one that would grow and grow until his pipes burst open and he gulped down a lungful of salt death. His foot brushed up against something that felt soft and squishy. Reflexively, he kicked out, but that unpleasantly pliant something had already wrapped around his ankle. As he thrashed, another sinuous tentacle circled his waist. Another curled around his wrist and more were unfurling hungrily to reach up and snare his limbs. Lying at the center of the nest of writhing tentacles, arms outstretched as if to hug him, was the girl with eyes like black pebbles. Panic raced through his blood. His lungs were burning. His feet were tangled. He was going to die here—caught and drowned by a thing that shouldn't even exist on this planet. He glanced up at the blue surface, so far above him. Uncle Bob, Sheriff Kamen, the coastguard...please someone be up there and looking down. He knew there wouldn't be. It was too early. No one was around at this time. It was why he'd taken the boat out in the first place. Rubbery tentacles wound around his ankles, binding them together. Others slithered behind his back and cuffed his wrists together. His feet landed on a soft and yielding surface that gave like a trampoline. It opened up beneath him and Rob felt something soft, fleshy and muscular wrap around his feet and ankles. He was tugged down with a peristaltic jerk. Caught, drowned and eaten, he realized with horror. Another gulp and he was inside up to his knees. Warm slippery flesh smothered his feet. It was like his legs were being wrapped up in an elastic bag, one that gripped and expanded to take more of him in. At least he'd be spared the horror of being eaten alive. He was out of air. It was getting harder and harder to resist the automatic reflex to open up his windpipe and gulp down sweet air. Only there wasn't any air there, just ocean. The fleshy lips beneath him swelled open in a wide gape. He felt the internal membranes vibrate against his calf muscles. She was belching up another big air bubble. He felt the bubble membrane tickle over the hairs on his chest as it welled up around him. He dimly registered it rolling up past his neck. His consciousness wavered. His mouth fell open... ...and he gulped in air. He coughed and spluttered as he expelled sea water from his air passages. After that he was surprised to find he could breathe normally, although there was a strange tang to the air. He looked around and saw he was standing in a large bubble. This time the sea anemone girl had caught the bubble with her tentacles rather than letting it float up to the surface, and it formed a silvery dome above the both of them. Rob looked down and saw the girl lounging on a bed fringed by her own tentacles. She was beautiful, with a pair of naked breasts as good as anything he'd seen on those rare, furtive occasions when he'd snuck into the T & A club. But there was also a badness to her—like an evil film seductress about to sink her talons into unsuspecting prey. Dangerous sexy. Even more so, considering she wasn't human and he appeared to be standing up to his knees in her vagina. Or mouth. "I couldn't let you drown. Not before we'd had a chance to have some fun." He was surprised when she spoke to him in English. Rob wondered if he'd drowned and these were the last splutterings of oxygen-starved neurons slowly dying in his brain. What did they call it—narcosis of the deep? "Mmm, but you'll breathe the air I'll allow you to breathe." She writhed on the soft bed of orange-pink flesh like a cat in a shaft of sunshine. As she murmured in pleasure he felt shudders run through the flesh gripping his lower legs. He felt more bubbles of gas well up. Around him, smaller, slender tentacles opened blind mouths and began to hiss. He was enveloped in a thick stew of scents—cheap perfume and the musky aroma of women in a state of arousal. "It comes with certain...taints," she smiled. Suggestive and seductive. The musky odors reminded Rob of the T & A club, but much much stronger. Overpowering. It was like one of those girls had come right off her pole-dance routine and sat on his face, smothering him in her sweaty ass and filling his nostrils with the thick aroma of her pussy as she ground her crotch against him. The scent saturated the dome until Rob could breathe nothing else. In defiance of his current predicament he felt his cock swell within his cutoff shorts. The girl noticed the growing bulge. "I see you like it." She sat up from her fleshy bed. Rob flexed his arms against his bonds and twisted his body in an effort to wriggle free. The girl chuckled. "Useless. I caught you. You're all mine now." Her fleshy orifice—mouth, vagina—clamped around his legs, holding him in place. Her light fingers started work on the button of his shorts. He couldn't stop her as his hands were bound behind his back. Unbuttoned, his sodden shorts slid down his legs. The girl saw his lengthening erection and gave a throaty murmur of appreciation. "What do you want?" he asked. At first he thought she wanted to eat him. Now it seemed she was more interested in satisfying other desires. The sea anemone girl looked up at him and smiled. "Babies," she said. "I want you to give me lots of babies." Her hand lightly pumped his cock as it swelled up to full erection. "And after that, you'll let me go...?" Rob asked in hope. The girl didn't answer. She pouted plump lips, leant forwards and pressed them against the bobbing head of his cock. He felt their soft pressure and then felt them give slightly as she opened her mouth. Not enough to admit him, just enough for him to feel her warm breath tickle against his urethral opening. Then a strange prickling sensation. It felt like pins and needles, but lighter—gentler—more like a whispering crackle of static tickling all over the exposed helmet of his cock. It was followed by an odd sensation, as if some substance was seeping under his skin. He thought she was going to blow him and part of him was disappointed when she withdrew her soft lips after giving a delicate little kiss to only the tip of his cock. "Did you feel it?" the girl whispered. "The gentle pricks as my little venom cells injected their poison?" Rob felt something, but it didn't feel like poison. It was like the opposite of numbness—a tingling warmth spreading increased sensitivity across the whole of his glans. Blood surged to his groin, and his manhood, engorged and swollen, bucked like a wild stallion—out of control and running wild. "I give my prey pleasures they can only dream of," the girl said. Rob felt so horny. Her kiss, the suffocating perfume of sex saturating the air around him—he was finding it hard to think clearly. Crooning with desire, the girl hugged his lower body. She rubbed the soft bulges of her breasts up his thigh and pressed them against his groin. "My breasts are just like my lips," she breathed. "Would you like to feel them?" Rob did, but he knew it was wrong. She wasn't human. She was some kind of monster—a giant sea anemone with the upper body of a sexy woman. The girl didn't wait for an answer. She pressed her breasts together, sandwiching his cock between two big soft, fleshy pillows. He shivered in pleasure as he felt that strange prickling sensation all along the full length of his shaft, and more importantly the pleasant heightened sensitivity that followed. "Like that?" the girl asked in a breathy sigh. "Let me sting you some more." She rolled a tongue around her luscious lips as she stared up into his eyes. She squeezed her tits together around him and he felt a second wave of prickling pleasure. Rob shuddered involuntarily. He closed his eyes and a squeaky little gasp escaped his throat. His erection twitched and bucked. He felt as hard as the first time he'd figured out how to find porn on the internet. Harder. "Sting all the fight out of you," she breathed into his abdomen. She leaned forwards and kissed him lightly on his exposed belly. Her lips left behind a lipstick stain of tingly pleasant warmth. The soft flesh wrapped around his lower legs was in motion again. Her lower body, the sea anemone part, pulsed slowly and peristaltic contraction pulled him deeper into a warm elastic bag. The plump lips lining the fleshy orifice reached up to draw in first his thighs and then his hips. He felt cushioned bands of muscle contract around his legs. As he was pulled lower the girl's lips moved higher up his body, leaving behind a trail of tingling kisses. He felt a weight settle on each shoulder and realized it was her legs—far more flexible than a human's and bent in a way that should not be possible. They pressed down, helping him into the gulping maw at the center of her body. Rob watched and felt it happen through a thick, comfortable fog. Like it was nothing more than a weird erotic dream. She gently kissed his nipple and tickled the nub with a moist tongue. Her lips left behind a tingling warm ring of pleasure. Lascivious tentacles turned inwards and rubbed against his body in lewd caresses. "Time to gobble you up." The fleshy base of her body swayed and pulsed. Rob slid around inside a moist elastic cavity as bands of muscle squeezed and manipulated him. His erection pressed up against an indentation that gave and drew his entire length into a warm tunnel lined with a thick layer of flesh as soft as the most luxurious of cushions. Muscles squeezed and he felt peristaltic suction ripple up his engulfed member. His gasp of bliss was caught by her mouth as she wrapped her luscious lips around his in a kiss. Again he felt that strange prickling pleasure, like microscopic needles were injecting an aphrodisiac drug into his lips, causing them to swell and magnify the pleasure he felt a hundredfold. He felt the same sensation across his chest as she pressed her soft boobs against him. His body went slack and she held him in her arms as the stub of her sea anemone body swelled and gulped more of him down into the fleshy sac within her. She pulled back as the thick cushion of flesh lining the orifice at the center of her body stretched over his shoulders and then contracted to form a collar around his neck. Rob felt strangely relaxed, as if he was wallowing in pleasure. Her warmth and softness enveloped him completely. "All caught now," the girl said. "Time to suck out your baby juice." Her lower body swelled and he felt a rippling pull on his cock that travelled down his shaft until he felt it in his balls. His penis was buried in a fleshy cuff that squeezed and tugged and took him to peaks of pleasure he hadn't known existed. The sea anemone girl's black eyes shone in triumph as she lay back on a round fleshy stump that resembled a bed. She rocked and swayed with the pulsing motions as her inner walls massaged and caressed him. He heard gurgling sounds as warm wet mucus was secreted from her inner walls and rubbed into his naked flesh. More fluids trickled out of the moist lining, forming puddles around his feet. It felt like a luxurious bath. He was sitting in a luxurious hot bath and fucking a gorgeous girl with big round titties. The girl moaned and her big breasts rocked and swayed with her body as she thrust against him. The fleshy base of her sea anemone lower body swelled and throbbed with greater force and frequency. Rob was rocked back and forth by its motions, but barely noticed as the sensation of his aroused cock plunging in and out of a deliciously juicy vagina overwhelmed everything. The girl threw back her arms and head and released an unfettered cry of climax. Rob's cock sank all the way into the fleshy cuff and was held there as rippling undulations of soft pressure tugged at him...tugged and sucked until a dam broke and a wave of ecstatic pleasure flowed from his balls and he emptied their contents into her quivering flesh. And that wasn't the end of it. The sea anemone girl sat up on her elbows and stared at him with eyes like black pebbles. Her upper body rocked with the motions beneath her—slow steady throbs that enveloped Rob's sex and pumped semen out of him with irresistible pulses. His body convulsed with helpless ecstasy as each pulse triggered another orgasm. * * * * The sea anemone girl lay back and relaxed. The human quivered helplessly within her as her venom seized control of his reproduction organs and stimulated them into overdrive. Her body pulsed with slow, rhythmic throbs as she pumped the semen from his body. Good seed. It would give her many young. His body empty now, she expanded and drew the rest of him down inside her. Her tissues secreted other fluids and she throbbed and churned as she rubbed them into his flesh. Snared, Sucked and Slurped Seed wasn't all she needed. She needed meat, to give her children strong bodies. The human would feel no pain. His mind was already gone, burnt out by the pleasures she'd induced in him. She curled up and folded inwards. To the outside eye she looked no different to any other boulder lying on the sea bed. Even the coastguard retrieving the wreck of Rob's boat didn't notice she was there. After a month of lying dormant she opened out like a flower. Her central cavity gaped and a jet of tiny wriggling motes was expelled up into the water column. They formed a cloud spreading out across the bay, each looking for an inviting spot to settle and grow. Snared "Do you want me now?" Her head turned trying to see through the blindfold. She looked back down at her chest and then back at me as she nodded again. "So when I tell you to do something for the rest of the time .. you are going to do it right?" She nodded frantically as I idly stroked her right nipple. My thumb rubbing it in lazy circles. "When I tell you to get on your back... you are only going to say "Yes Sir" right?" It took a few seconds but she slowly nodded yes. "When I tell you to get under the table and suck me off .. you are only going to say "Yes Sir" right?" The nod came back quicker this time. "Much better. When I take out the gag I want you to open your mouth and get me ready to fuck you am I clear?" She nodded slowly but confidently. I pulled the gag out. "May I have a drink of water first... uh Sir?" I smiled. "Did I say you could speak?" I pushed my cock into her mouth and felt her tongue circle around the shaft of my cock. I heard a series of muffled squeaks as she finally stopped speaking. It took a few more seconds before her tongue began swirling around the tip of my cock. Her head began to piston back and forth as my cock hardened in her mouth. I began to rub my hand through her raven hair. I smiled and clenched my teeth together. A small breath escaped my lips as I closed my eyes and waited for the sensations to fill my brain. A small chill went down my spine as she pushed my cock out of her mouth and began to kiss and lick up and down the sides. "Did I say you could stop little girl?" She nodded no and began to put my cock back in her mouth. I grabbed for her head and slid back down beside her. I reached down and rubbed her stomach and began to kiss her shoulder. My hand drifted across her stomach. Her head drifted towards my ear as her arms tried to break free of the cuffs. She growled in frustration as my hand rubbed across her stomach. I got on top of her and rubbed my cock against her crotch. I leaned in close to her "Tell me you want me. Tell me. Now." Her head turned to me and the small voice that had first acknowledged her submission again spoke. "I want you now Master." I relaxed and let the moment drift over me. Remembering everything from the moment she entered the door until now. I reached up and untied her wrists and felt her arms wrap around me and her lips press against mine. I felt her inch into my lap as I untied her fully from the bed. I traced her spine all the way down as I removed the blindfold from her eyes. I let my tongue search down her body and find each of her nipples. The skin hardened in my mouth as I swirled it around the skin. Her chest heaved a I rubbed my cheek against the valley between her breasts. Her hands rubbed and played with my hair and down my neck. I felt my hands over her shoulder blades. Her legs squeezed my waist as she kissed my neck. "Get on your stomach." I watched her roll over and wiggle her ass at me. I reached out and slapped her ass cheek and heard her groan and begin to breathe harder as I pushed my hands between her legs and began to rub slowly. "That's my good girl." I reached out and grabbed her by the pony tail and pushed my cock into her pussy. She instantly began to meet my thrusts with ones of her own. "Give me your cock now. I want it bad Sir." I smiled and let her bounce against my hips for a few seconds before pinning her to the bed and slamming my hips into her ass. The soft fleshiness of her ass felt warm and inviting as she stopped to rub herself up and down against me. I reached out and pulled her up and onto her knees and let my hands roam across her body. I grabbed her and squeezed her arms at the shoulders and used small delicate strokes at first and gradually let them get rougher as her body began to shudder with each small thrust. I began to work my hips in small circles and then from side to side. I reached down and felt for her clit and slowly began to rub it in small circles as her hips ground into my hand. "I can't .... just a little more Sir." I rubbed her clit quicker as I fucked her. My hands pulled her closer as her body began to vibrate slightly and her breathing started to labor. Her eyes closed and a small contented smile appeared. "Tell me you want it slave." I let the small growl escape my lips. "I .. I ugh damn it I want you... uh sir." The last word came out as after thought. "Come on slave ... I don't believe you." I grabbed her hips and slowed my pace to a crawl. I could see the frustration on her face as she tried to recapture the feeling before it faded. "Damn I want you so bad Sir now please give it to me please." The words came from behind gritted teeth. I instantly began to move my hips quicker as I grabbed her her hair. I reached down and slapped her ass and felt her body quiver. "Come on tell me how much you need it." I her fall down on the bed with her chest heaving. "Get on top.. now slave." I laid down beside her and felt her rub the hair on my chest. "But I thought we were done Sir." She shook her head as she got on top of and grabbed me with her legs. Her hands slowly circled my chest as a finger lazily drifted across my collar bone. I watched her begin to bounce up and down slowly across my hips. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she moved. Almost absent-mindedly she reached down and rubbed her ass. I just imagined how many more times I would see this exact same sight. She started to grind her hips into mine. "Do you like that babe." She looked down at me and smiled as her hands went between her legs. Her hand began to move frantically as I saw her eyes flutter. "Did I say you could do that slave?" Her eyes instantly opened. "You didn't say I couldn't sir." She smiled and looked at me as her legs pressed into my hips. I could see the faint trace of her abs as she leaned back and put one hand onto the bed to steady herself. "Just focus on me and then we can focus on you after we are done slave." She let out a small sigh and began to move her hips quickly. I could feel my cock start quiver as I felt her body begin to let go. I pulled her down as I grabbed her ass and pulled it down. Her ass cheeks tightened as I pushed a finger into her ass as I felt my cock begin to convulse. She continued to ride my cock as I laid there felt the tingle drift over inch of my body. Her hands drifted back across my throat. "Master can we finish me again." I smiled as I told her to stand beside the bed. "Now get on your knees beside the bed and suck me off slave." She looked surprised as I rubbed her crotch with my foot. "You can rub yourself until I cum. Now get to it slave." She frowned as she sighed and let out a small gasp as her hand drifted across her crotch. She took a tentative lick and then began to suck intently. "That's a good girl." I rubbed her head and relaxed into the moment. ****** "You know this movie isn't so bad." She looked at me quizzically for a second. I rubbed her thighs and then back along her waist. I pushed the t-shirt she was wearing to one side let my palms rest over her stomach. "I just needed the right incentive to make it more interesting." She snuggled up closer as her hands rubbed themselves through my hair. "Slave?" She looked up at me hopeful. "Where did you put the remote?" Snaring A Spy Dyna and Agila, two Amazon warriors are caught by a bunch of soldiers. (See "Uncovering a spy" and "Probing a spy".) Because they are only with the two of them the leader of the soldiers wants to share the women with all his men. After all, it would not be very smart to keep the women solely for the use of himself and his son, and let the rest of the soldiers go without pussy. But that is not what the Amazons have in mind. The big soldier rolled to his side and onto his back, still holding Dyna in his arms, his cock slowly losing its stiffness inside her. She felt him turning his head, probably searching for the whereabouts of his son, Runar. Dyna moved in his arms, but he just tightened his hold on her. She clenched her fists and had to use every ounce of willpower not to scream. That... that... Wulf had made her niece squirm like a female from the cities, and then his son had made her take his cock in her mouth. Not letting her make the decision or setting the pace, no, forcing her to follow along. Dyna almost audibly ground her teeth. That stupid son of his picked up the orange cloth Agila had been wearing and wrapped her in it. "The old folks need their rest. I'll retire to my own tent." With an impertinent grin he slung Agila over his shoulder and left. Again Dyna tried to wriggle out of Wulf's arms. No matter how good his cock had felt inside her, she had to get a clear head and do some serious thinking. To her relief he let her go and in a few moments she heard his breathing slowing down. To be absolutely sure she waited for what must have been nearly an hour before she moved. Wulf was deep in dreamland and she was finally able to examine her chains in earnest. She had to get out of here as fast as possible. Earlier she'd heard Wulf and Runar talking about sharing her and her niece with the other soldiers. They seemed to have invented some kind of scheme but she had no intention of going along. Agila had wanted to know more about these soldiers and had let herself get captured. But it never was their plan to get them both nailed. Well, these soldiers hadn't been the only ones making plans. The women had decided to let Agila stay while Dyna would get out. After all, she was their war lady and could command as many Amazons as she liked to get Agila out. Dyna smiled, a bit regretful, thinking back to Agila's words. The younger woman had been nearly breathless when she told her aunt about the magnificent cock of that Runar. Apparently he had been so surprised by her advances, that he'd let Agila take the lead. Poor Agila, she never remembered the warnings every Amazon hears without end that he or any other man would try to take control without thinking twice about it. Dyna shook her head. She would definitely remember after tonight. Never again would she forget the reason Amazons lived their own lives, without males as permanent companions. Her eyes wandered to the sleeping man next to her. He lay on his back with one arm flung wide, the other curving around her back. He was a big man, even taller than she was and nearly twice as broad. His hair had only a few wisps of blond left, most of it was white with age but it still fell in curls to his shoulders. Even in sleep he looked powerful with the muscled arms and legs tanned to a light bronze. The hair on his chest was white as well and continued in a small line down to the white curls at the base of his now flaccid cock. A small shiver ran through her body when she gazed upon the innocent looking penis. Agila had been outraged when she found out that Wulf had bluntly put her aunt to her back, but she didn't know how that had made Dyna feel. Remembering the feeling sent a wave of heat through her body and she felt the color rise in her cheeks. She should have fought him a lot harder, she knew that well enough. But it had felt so damned good, his hands travelling over her body, him taking possession of her and making her cum like never before. She sighed at the thought of leaving such a lover behind. She shook her head to clear those dreams away and had a good look at her ankle chain. It took her a while to find out that the last link in the chain split in half when pressed hard enough. A very clever device, but not keeping her in then. She smiled in satisfaction. A city woman would not have been able to open the chain, but these soldiers obviously had no idea of the strength of Amazons. Nevertheless it had taken her quite some time to free herself. Every time Wulf had moved or made a sound she had stopped for fear of betraying her actions. As softly as possible Dyna crept to the entrance of the tent. Slowly lifting a corner she peeked out to find the night nearly halfway over. The moon was already dipping down and the encampment was quiet. The only sound came from the small fire in the center. There had to be soldiers about who were on guard duty but she never heard them. She let the tent flap fall back again and turned to the sleeping giant. Dyna grinned evilly as she approached Wulf on tiptoe. Looking down on him she licked her lips. He truly looked gorgeous. She hesitated for no more than a few seconds. Then she got into action. She examined the pile of furs and silks and found herself a piece of rust colored cloth. That would do very nicely among the trees and bushes. She folded the material and placed it near the entrance. Next she crept up to Wulf and ever so careful she slipped the chain around his ankle, glad he had given her so much slack that now she had enough chain to tie him to the rear pole of the tent. She camouflaged the chain with a couple of furs over and under his ankle. Unable to resist she moved her face up to his cock. She just had to feel the soft flesh. Very carefully she rubbed her cheek on the hardening shaft, marveling at the change from soft to hard. She sighed and with a lot of reluctance she let go of the alluring cock, giving it a wet goodbye kiss on the tip. Dyna crept silently to the entrance of the shelter and turned to look at the still form. Her ministrations had caused his cock to rise a bit and Wulf had a happy smile on his face. No doubt he was dreaming pleasantly. She clenched her thighs at the sudden flash of fire between her legs. If she took him now, he would wake up and that would ruin her chance to get away before the camp was awake. No matter how badly she wanted him, she was not that stupid. With a grim expression on her face she picked up the rust-colored silk and draped it around her hips, leaving the firm breasts with the dark brown nipples bare. Before leaving the tent she tied the straight black hair back with a piece of leather she took from Wulf's clothes. As stealthy as a black panther Dyna slipped from the shelter and melted in the shadows. For a long time she just stood in the darkness, listening to the sounds, trying to determine the whereabouts of the guards. She contemplated searching for a knife or a sword but decided not to take the risk. Just as she was about to make her move though, a faint glimmer caught her eye. A few steps down the side of the tent she found her own sword, her leg bands with the dagger, and the sword belt and sword of Wulf. A really wicked grin spread across her face. In no more than seconds she had armed herself and with the belt and sword of Wulf across her shoulder, she vanished into the woods. It took her about half an hour to get back to the little river where Wulf had first spotted her. She took a quick rinse in the cool water, and set off at a steady pace. Walking in the riverbed for quite some time she was sure that would make tracking her more difficult. She had been trudging the water for two hours when she came upon a stretch of rocky underground. That would be perfect to leave the river. Besides, she had to move more to the south if she wanted to catch some clan or other to come back with her. Dyna had been walking on and off for nearly two days when she spotted a hunting party in the distance. Thank Gaia, she was dead tired by now and could use a meal of something else than roots and berries. Besides, the extra weight of Wulf's sword and belt were getting a bit much. Raising her voice to a high pitch she sounded the Amazon attention cry. After that she just folded her legs under her and settled down to wait. It wasn't long before the hunting party came in from the plains, scrutinizing the brushes at the beginning of the forest. They all had definitely heard an attention cry. Before they had spread out to search farther into the forest however, they heard a low voice hissing behind them. "Is that what I taught you? You're behaving like city girls instead of warriors." Whirling around the Amazons faced a very angry war lady. She looked odd though, without her leather skirt and tunic, but clad in a piece of cloth wrapped around her hips. And to top it off, she carried not one but two swords. "I could have picked each of you off, with ease." The Amazons in the hunting party hung their heads in shame. Par'Dyna was right of course. They had entered the woods as a bunch of city dwellers. Never even looking behind them. The tallest of them stepped forward and bowed her head to Dyna. "I apologize, war leader. We did not do your lessons credit." Dyna looked her over. Seeing the genuine distress, she nodded. "Very well, I have need of your skills. Nova, if I recall correctly. How far is your clan?" Nova looked up and a smile lit her face. "I am honored, war leader, that you remember my name. The clan is about one day out on the plains." Her dark eyes held a hint of curiosity when she looked the older woman over. Dyna smiled. "Sent a runner to fetch the rest of the warriors from the clan. That would make us a total of, what? Thirty warriors?" After she got Nova's affirmative nod, she continued. "I badly need some rest. Let's make camp here and wait for the rest. I prefer to tell my story only once." She looked all Amazons in the eye before she went on. "Make very sure you are all alert. It's very likely soldiers followed me. I want to catch them, not get caught." With that she turned around, put both swords on the ground and settled next to them, lying on her stomach with one hand on the pommel of her own sword. Within seconds she was fast asleep. It was nearly sundown when Dyna opened her eyes again. Nova had sent two runners to fetch the other clan members and they would be returning by midmorning of the next day. So the rest of the hunting party had been busy creating some kind of shelter to spend the night. They did no more than fix some broad leaves as a kind of roof and they had gathered a few loads of dry grasses from the nearby plains. Not very luxurious, but adequate enough as a resting place. Dyna sniffed the air. Smelling the scent of roasting meat she had a hard time stopping herself from drooling. Dyna sighed in contentment. Gaia be praised that she was once more in the company of her own. She looked with fondness at the warriors surrounding her. As was fitting, none of them had asked where she had been or what she had been doing. The only one who could do that, was the Bitch. And her sister was not here, thank the goddess. She frowned a little at the thought of her sister. She wondered how they both had been so stupid as to agree to Agila's plan. Well, to be honest, there had not been that much choice. Her niece, the Bitch-to-be, had decided to go looking for a soldier to find out for herself if all the old wives tales were true. And since Agila could not be talked out of it, it was decided that Dyna would accompany her as a kind of bodyguard. She shook her head at herself; she must be getting old to let herself get caught as well. Luckily she had been able to escape. But she had no illusions about the soldiers she had left behind. They would most certainly try to catch her again. At least one of them would try; very hard if she was not mistaken. She sighed at the thought of that Wulf. With a toss of her head she came back to the present. She had a word with Nova about placing guards and then she wandered off. In a few moments she was lost in the shadows, quietly inspecting the perimeter of their primitive encampment. Walking in the darkness under the impressive trees her thoughts once again drifted back to that other camp or, more accurately, to one soldier in particular: Wulf. Dyna shivered a bit when she remembered the feel of his body and when she recalled the way his cock had filled her to the hilt, she felt a flash of heat in her pussy. She walked slowly back to the small fire still burning in the center of the camp. The thoughts about Wulf had made her terribly horny and she was not sure how to handle that. With her back against one of the giant trees she settled on the soft dry grasses under the roof of big leaves as she watched the hunters. They were a good-humored bunch of young women, some of them clearly on their first trip. Must have had their rituals not that long ago. Her mind wandered back to her own ritual. Coming of age for Amazons meant you had to capture a male single-handedly and use him to get rid of your virginity. Dedicating the blood of virginity to Gaia, asking her to make you a productive hunter and good warrior. She smiled in fond remembrance. She had been just eighteen when she succeeded in catching a strapping trapper. The male had ventured too far into Amazon territory when tracking some animal. He had been furious, she could still recall the blazing black eyes. But like all those after him, he had not been able to resist the beautiful warrior. She had tied him on his back and following the advice of her older sister she had then slowly taken off her clothes. Giving the trapper enough time to admire her firm breasts, the trim waist and the long, slim legs. Turning around to give him a view of the graceful lines of her back and bottom she had taken the chance to bend over. When she had looked back at him, she had been awed by the effect she had on his body. He had been a lean man, well muscled but not exceptionally broad or big. But after seeing her little show his cock had grown amazingly. Just like the man himself, it had been lean. Crawling up his tanned, hairy legs, rubbing her nipples on the way, she had cuddled that cock to her face. She smiled. After all those years she still liked the velvety feel of a cock against her cheek. The softness turning into something hard as rock never ceased to get to her. Dyna sighed at those memories. She felt her pussy clenching, a taut line of desire going from her cunt to her nipples, urging her to touch them. That trapper had not been able to do that. As his wrists and ankles were tied, all he had been able to do was talk and kiss. He had been quick to realize she never had been with a man before and he had urged her to slide her body against his. Telling her to kiss him and finally talking her into letting him lick her. She never knew men did that as well. Amazons did that when there were no males around and she knew some Amazons preferred that to the touch of males. But she had been astonished at the heat travelling her body when she watched him touch her cunt with his tongue. And his eyes, all that time he had been looking her straight in the eyes, almost mesmerizing her. His lips and tongue had driven her wild and then he had stopped. Leaving her on the brink of release. She had been so young. Dyna touched her breasts while remembering. Her hands kneading the soft flesh, palms sliding over the sensitive nipples. She had been so intent on getting release that she had agreed to untie the trapper. She pulled up her knees and spread her legs a little while reliving that first time. That was the first and the last time she ever fell for that. He had thrown her to her back. One hand holding her wrists, the other touching her breasts, he had managed to turn her on even more. She had tried to fight him, she knew very well she was not supposed to be beneath him. She should be riding him, as she was an Amazon. But the lure of that male body had been too great. While the hair on his chest stimulated her nipples, his hand had touched her pussy. His fingers had opened the way for his cock and it had taken him only a couple of thrusts before he was in. It had hurt, but not much and the feeling of him inside her had been magic. With her thoughts still in the past Dyna was hardly aware of her surroundings. One hand was still fondling her breasts but the other had somehow slipped down and was now stroking the inside of her leg. The rust colored cloth only half covering her cunt. As she remembered what that first cock had felt like, her thumb touched the moist, hot folds between her legs. The contact jerked her back to the present. The flames from the little fire send dancing shadows all around, leaving her a dim figure just beyond the edge of the circle of light. She had obviously inspired some of the hunters. She saw two of them had started fondling each other right beside the fire and a couple of others were watching her, waiting for her to call on them. She hesitated for a moment; she didn't want to let go of the thoughts in her head. As Dyna was a generous woman she flicked the cloth to one side however and spread her legs some more. Looking at the young women near the fire she nodded and that was all they needed. Within seconds she felt hands and lips all over her body, kissing and licking, sucking her nipples, probing her pussy and making her hotter by the minute. Closing her eyes she let herself be carried on the flow of the wonderful feelings. Reaching out, her hands touched on soft breasts, rolling the taut nipples between her fingers. When she felt a moist mouth against hers she opened her lips and welcomed the inquisitive tongue inside. She moaned as at the same time she felt a tongue enter her cunt. Her hands caressed firm smooth flesh, one hand still teasing a hard nipple, the other stroking a soft butt, gliding under and around, bumping into hot moisture. Dyna opened her eyes again and smiled into the dark brown ones looking down on her. The young warrior was still kissing her and pinching her nipples. The other one had shifted a bit to make it easier for Dyna to touch her pussy while she proceeded to slide one, than two and finally three slender fingers inside her war lady. Dyna groaned aloud and her hips bucked. It felt delicious, those wet lips on her clit, the fingers sliding in and out, the hot mouth on her own, the hand rolling her nipples. Her own hands stopped their ministrations for a moment as she tensed. The muscles in her belly started rippling, sending the contractions to her pussy and she made tiny sounds at the back of her throat when she came. Feeling all soft and liquid she turned her head and started kissing the young warrior down her neck and along her breast till she had a hard nipple in her mouth. Rolling it around on her tongue, biting it softly, she chuckled when she heard the huntress starting to moan. Shifting again the three of them rearranged themselves and now Dyna was looking at a fresh wet pussy, barely covered with black little curls. Still sucking on a breast her hands reached out and started tracing the quivering folds, parting the blood filled lips and finding the little pearl at the top. Gently she started to circle it, dipped her fingers in the moisture gathering at the pussy entrance and softly rubbed the growing clit. Dyna had no idea how long they kept stroking, kissing and fingering each other. She only knew her body felt fully satiated and the two young hunters at her side looked the same. She sighed and turned on her side, closing her eyes she fleetingly saw the image of a big, nude male with white hair and a gorgeous cock. None of her warriors guessed the smile on her face was not for them but for a male. As if Gaia herself took an interest in matters, the weather was perfect next morning, for an ambush that is. The sun was hidden behind clouds that chased each other across the sky. Beneath the trees it was gloomy, with wisps of mist curling around the vines and trunks. If the soldiers had held a reasonable pace they should be upon them somewhere in the afternoon. Dyna grinned at the thought. She would make sure they got a very warm welcome. Snaring A Spy While waiting for the rest of the clan, she sent out a handful of hunters to watch the forest paths. Together with Nova Dyna explored the forest nearby. Best would be to find a place the soldiers would choose to make camp. If they were well relaxed after eating, maybe starting to get drowsy, their capture could be done without much bloodshed. Nova agreed and licked her lips. "It would be a shame to damage them, war leader." She closed her eyes for a minute and wiggled her breasts. "It has been a long time since the clan captured a whole bunch of males." With a sigh she continued: "As you have guessed, we had two rituals last moon. And those two males were the first in Gaia knows how many cycles." Dyna nodded. "I know. Since they were used for a ritual none of you was allowed to touch them." She grinned suddenly. "Don't worry. If I am any good at judging men, these will be hard on my trail. Very eager to get me and maybe more like me. You'll see. They're real savory. Tall, well muscled fighters and nothing like those puny little males from the villages around here." With a hand she stopped Nova. "That's very important. Nobody should approach one on her own. They are too big and I am pretty sure they are well trained. We can have all the fun we want, but we have to be careful." Beneath the trees the air hung still and moist. The mist created heavy droplets on the leaves of trees and bushes, and not even the sound of birds interfered with the stillness of the forest. With an impatient gesture Wulf wiped the moisture from his face. The further south they came, the fouler the weather, or so it seemed. It had cost them nearly half a day to find the trail from that woman. He gritted his teeth again at the thought of how she had tricked him. Leaving him in his own chain. By Thor, if he got his hands on her he'd ... He sighed and concentrated on his surroundings again. They had been following Dyna for nearly two days now. Looking up he tried to catch a glimpse of the sun, but no such luck. The skies were dark with sailing clouds and all he could do was guess it was past midday. He stood in the middle of the vague track, waiting for the others to catch up. He knew he had been driving them rather relentlessly. He groped for his sword for what must have been the hundredth time, every time swearing anew at that witch for taking his sword with her. The gall of that woman. With a sigh of relief he saw Runar appear around a bend in the trail. Looking at his son he lifted his eyebrows in questioning. Runar grinned when he saw his father waiting ahead. The old man had been furious upon waking with his own chain around his ankle and the luscious Amazon gone. He had given his soldiers scarcely time enough to pack up camp before he set out after her. And by the look of him, the two days travel had not done much to calm his fury. Runar looked back and narrowed his eyes when he looked upon the one Amazon that had stayed behind. Agila she had said her name was. She was tall and slim, obviously a well-trained warrior since she had had no trouble to keep up with him and the other soldiers. But there was something about her..., he couldn't put his finger on it but there was something not quite right. "Ah, finally made it, have you?" The low rumble of Wulf's voice seemed to linger on in the gloom beneath the dripping, gleaming trees. "Bunch of lilies", he muttered as he eyed the sixteen soldiers following his son with the Amazon in their midst. "I want to push on for another hour or two. So start looking for a suitable camping site by then." He made a gesture toward the lone female warrior. "She still keeping up?" A nod from one of the soldiers satisfied him and he turned around, taking the lead again. "By Thor, these woods look bewitched." Wulf slammed his fist against a tree trunk. For the last hour or so every where they turned their way had been blocked. Now by a fallen tree, then by thorny bushes, next by a shallow river. The trail they had been following had disappeared about an hour or two ago. And now it seemed as if even the forest had turned against them. He thought he had spotted a thinning in the trees but it had taken them almost an hour to get there. "We'll make camp here. I have no desire to lose my way in the dark." The soldiers shrugged and started their familiar routine. Some of them pitched the tents, others started a fire and two of them started back to the small river to get water. Runar left the woman in the care of his father while he worked alongside the soldiers. Wulf looked at the Amazon and chuckled when he saw the faint blush creeping up from her neck, spreading to her cheeks. "Still smarting, are you? Don't worry girl. You'll get used to it." He eyed her a bit curious. The second night she had been captured, he had made her cum in front of his son and that other Amazon. Apparently that was a dishonor or some such nonsense. He hadn't understood it, but she had been real furious when she found out he had fucked that older warrior. He smacked his lips remembering her, Dyna her name was. Dishonor or not, she had been one hell of a woman. Taller than any other woman he had ever met, with black hair and very unusual green eyes, she had filled his hands very nicely with her ripe full figure. And by Frigga, had she been dancing on his cock. He sighed again as his hand strayed to his leathers. The thought of her alone was enough to get him hard all over again. Agila shifted under the gaze from those very blue eyes. Damn that man. May Gaia strike him with impotence. She clenched her fists and tried in vain to stop the blush from spreading. Every time she looked at that..., that ... white furred bear, she remembered the way her body had betrayed her under his hands. Skillful hands she had to admit. There was no way she could have stayed indifferent and his son had been worse, or better. That depended on your point of view. She closed her eyes for a moment as she felt a wave of heat travel her body. Very cautiously she turned her head and looked at the forest surrounding the little open space. Maybe Wulf thought the forest was bewitched, but she had recognized the work of her warrior sisters. She had to suppress a big grin when she heard the cry of a nightbird. The sun was not even down yet, but none of the soldiers seemed to notice the odd occurrence. She shrugged at their ignorance. How they thought to capture Amazons she had no idea, certainly not because of their skills in woodcraft. Agila let her eyes travel through the small camp. When Amazons were on the move they never used tents. They just slept on the ground; maybe using grasses or dead leaves for a bed but not much else. With her hand she covered the grin on her face when she detected the feathers of a turkey briefly appearing behind Wulf. The sign was clear enough and she settled back against a tree, waiting for nightfall and the attack that would surely come once it was dark. Stretching his muscles Wulf shifted around a bit, feeling a vague sense of unease. He could not exactly say why, but he felt as if he was being watched. But that was foolishness of course. The intense blue eyes swept through the camp, noticing the nine tents, the small fire with the carcass of a deer roasting, and came to rest on his son, sitting opposite. "Any ideas? I think it's fishy, the way we just lost her trail." Runar nodded. "I agree. We should double the watch tonight." Hearing a muffled sound he looked at the Amazon. Apparently she was choking on something, coughing and wheezing with her eyes shut tight. "Are you all right?" She made a gesture with her hand to stop him from coming over, so he turned his attention back to the big man with the white hair. "Other than that, I have no bright suggestions. Sorry." Wulf still felt uneasy. That Agila could have escaped the same way. Why hadn't she? She had refused to answer that and he had not pressed real hard. He had been too intent on catching Dyna again. He grinned a bit ruefully. It looked like he had been following his cock instead of his brain. He decided to have a more insistent conversation in the morning. Right now he felt as if his eyelids were made of lead. He saw Runar with his hands on the chain of the Amazon, so he felt free to retire. Slightly disoriented Wulf shot upright. Unsure why he woke up, he sat very still, straining to hear if anything was amiss. In the near darkness he could just make out the pale form of Agila, curled up against Runar. He never heard them come in earlier. He must have been real tired then. But right now he felt wide-awake. He didn't hear anything odd, but still, something woke him up. The big man moved with surprising stealth and not stopping to don his leathers, he bent to pick up the spear he had fashioned for himself to compensate for the loss of his sword. As he straightened with the slim wooden shaft in his hands, the flap in front of the tent was thrown aside, revealing a stunning sight. "Going hunting, Wulf?" In the opening stood a very confident Amazon warrior with straight black hair and sparkling green eyes. The tiny creases near her eyes deepened when she laughed out loud at his obvious surprise. "Didn't you expect to see me again?" Wulf growled deep in his throat and stepped forward, taking a firmer grip on the spear. He heard Runar and Agila stirring at his back, but he focussed his attention on the woman in front of him. The way she held her sword told him she was a seasoned fighter. He narrowed his eyes as he weighed his options. He had no desire to hurt the woman, but he certainly didn't want to get captured either. His eyes swept over the tall woman, taking in the full breasts that ware bare, the rust colored silk she had pinched from his tent now draped around curvy hips and coming to rest on the muscled arms. His rugged face split in a grin when he noticed her nipples stiffening under his appraisal. "Looks as if you're happy to see me, woman." His low voice was no more than a whisper. Wulf took another step forward, and shifted the spear so he could use it to deflect sword strokes. But he stopped dead in his tracks. Just as Runar stepped up next to him things started happening all at once. Agila threw her chain around Runar's neck and dragged him to the ground, knocking the breath out of him. Dyna stepped further into the tent and made way for two more Amazons, both of them with the long bow of the hunter and both of them with an arrow nocked and aimed straight at his heart. "Sorry Wulf. This time the catch is mine." Dyna made a gesture toward the other warriors at her side. "Put that spear on the ground please, very carefully. I would hate to harm you, but they don't know you." She smiled when he clamped his lips in anger and shoved the spear in the soft earth with a violent movement. "Nova, watch that other one." She pointed to the still struggling Runar and one of the Amazons moved to the side. Aiming at Runar as Agila proceeded to wrap her chain around his wrists, tying them secure behind his back. "What have you done with my soldiers?" Wulf almost growled in his concern. The near total silence had him worried real bad. Dyna shook her head in mock disappointment. "Nothing you would not have done to mine. I assure you, we mean them no harm." She grinned. "Not intentionally at least." "Watch him." She suddenly turned dead serious as she moved very carefully to the side of the tent. Circling him at a safe distance she came up behind him and put the point of her dagger at his kidneys. Wulf felt her breath caressing his shoulder blades. For a split second he contemplated grabbing her. One look at the Amazon huntress convinced him that would be a very unwise move. The woman was not as tall as Dyna, but she looked a lot less friendly to him and her aim never wavered. Dyna's voice coaxed him to put his arms behind his back and between one breath and the next, she had him tied up real nice. Just before she stepped back though, he felt her lips brush the back of his neck. "It's payback time, soldier." The words were so soft, he doubted anyone else but him had heard them. Dyna was secretly relieved that the attack had gone so smoothly. They had been able to secure the guards unawares and after that it had been a piece of cake. With eight soldiers down, they had been with enough warriors to assign three to one for taking the other eight. None was hurt, except in his pride perhaps. She shrugged. They would smart a lot more in that area before they were released. With a look of satisfaction that made Wulf nearly choking with anger Dyna surveyed the collection around the campfire. The thirty Amazons had secured the soldiers with Wulf and Runar without so much as a scratch. And by the look on their faces the Amazons were very pleased with their hunt. Dyna cleared her throat and stepped forward. "I am very proud of you all. You certainly earned a bonus in freeing our Bitch-to-be." She looked at one of the dark haired, brown-eyed warriors. "Nova, can you take care of arranging guard duty? I have a score to settle." With that she grinned maliciously and turned to Wulf. She eyed the big soldier where he stood near the fire. The light of the flames played over his broad, bare body; painting shadows on the muscled arms and legs, giving the white hair on his chest a tinge of orange. She licked her lips provocatively as she looked at him. "Remember your words not so long ago? 'You are a female, I am a male, and males screw females?' I am about to show you the folly in that." She smiled when she saw his eyes widening in surprise. "Will you take it standing up or do you prefer to be put to your back? As you said so yourself, there's no shame in that." Her eyes suddenly glittered with anger instead of amusement. Wulf had to swallow hard. He never believed he really had angered the woman. He had treated her like he would have treated any woman. Hell, most women of his own tribe would have been honored if he had singled them out like that. To let her show her appreciation of him in front of everybody was the ultimate praise you could give to Frigga. But as he looked at Dyna and saw her obvious anger, he finally understood he should have paid more attention to her words. And to the outrage of that other. What had she been called? Bitch-to-be? He had never encountered Amazons before, but he knew a little about their language and their customs. He swallowed again. By Thor, they had captured their future queen. If his hands had not been tied, he would have pulled the hairs out of his head. Gods, how was it possible. "Well, what will it be?" Dyna's voice jerked his attention back. The big soldier moved his massive shoulders and raised one of his eyebrows. "Do you need to ask?" Even with his arms behind his back, he managed to convey an air of confidence. "A true soldier meets his fate standing up." He flashed an insolent grin and let his eyes rest on her mouth. After he saw her swallow he lifted his eyes again and looked around him. Runar was chained by the wrists and most of the other soldiers had their arms tied behind their backs as well. Two Amazons watched every one of them, leaving Dyna free to attend him with a very young huntress keeping watch. Dyna gestured a few of her warriors close. "Tie him to that tree over there. Arms back, you know the procedure." "At once, war leader." The Amazons proceeded to take him away, but he stood rooted to the spot. "War leader? Did they call you war leader?" He groaned aloud. "By Thor, this is getting worse by the minute. Agila is your future queen and you are their war leader. No wonder she was seething mad." He shook his head at so much misfortune. Dyna raised her eyebrows and stepped up to him. Even though she was a tall woman, she had to look up to him a bit. "Would it have made any difference? If you had known, I mean." She stood with her fists on her hips, not even aware how she seemed to offer her breasts to him with that pose. Wulf was more than aware however. Despite his predicament, he felt a stirring in his loins. He tried to look only at her face. "I don't know. You both are very desirable and I am a man who likes women. I am not apologizing for that." On impulse he bent his head and kissed her full on the mouth. He regretted he could not use his hands as he felt her response. He was pretty sure he could have her moaning for his cock in no time at all. Dyna looked slightly flushed when she ended the unexpected kiss. "That was very nice, no need to apologize for that anyway." She grinned and followed the warriors as they took him to a large tree with a smooth broad trunk. Her eyes took in his lightly tanned form with the short white curls on his chest and round the base of his cock, the muscles rippling beneath his skin, the fierce blue eyes and the proud way he carried his head. She almost pushed her warriors aside once they were done with tying his arms at the back of the trunk. "Now then. Let's see how much you like women. Shall we?" Dyna placed her hands on his shoulders and brushed her breasts against his chest. Her hands stroked his neck, traced his collarbone and found their way down to his nipples. She smiled when she heard him gasp. "You like that?" She started kissing him slowly down his torso. Licking his nipples till they stood out, trailing down to his bellybutton, all the while letting her hands play on his buttocks. Her thumbs missing his cock by a hair's breadth every time she stroked his hips. She blew a hot breath on his cock, making it jump a little. "Still liking it?" Wulf had his eyes glued to the luscious woman who proceeded to kneel in front of him. The touch of her wet, warm lips on his erection made him close his eyes. "By Frigga, woman, free my hands. I will give you pleasure you'll never forget." He strained against the bonds as his hips bucked. He enjoyed her mouth but his hands ached to touch the stiff brown nipples, the inviting round bottom and most of all the warm, wet place he remembered between her thighs. He groaned. "Let me fuck you. Come on woman, you know you'll like it." Dyna kept licking his cock up and down the entire length. She never bothered to answer him. All she did in reaction to his words was reach between her legs. As her fingers touched her clit she opened her mouth and took his dick in. Closing her lips behind the head, she swirled her tongue around and over the top. After a few moments she felt him starting to move his hips and she released his cock. Raising herself she let her body slide against his and when she was upright she stood on tiptoe. Her arms went around his neck and one leg wrapped itself around his middle. With a fluid movement she impaled herself on his cock. "By Thor and Frigga. What are you doing to me woman." The big soldier had trouble staying upright when he felt the hot, wet velvet of Dyna's cunt swallow his cock. Again she surprised him with the movement of her muscles, massaging him as if with a firm hand. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the pleasures she bestowed upon him. Dyna started moving in increasingly wild motions, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. She saw him open his eyes again when she kissed him passionately on the mouth. With pleasure she felt his tongue taking possession of her mouth, the same way his cock was filling her cunt. One hand was holding on to his neck and the other was stroking the captivating hard muscled body. She moaned at the back of her throat. A low pitched sound that drove Wulf further on. His hips slammed into her and after a few thrusts she started shuddering. The clenching and rippling inside her made him cum without end. "I wish I could have used my hands. But I swear that was the best fuck I ever had." Wulf growled as he stood panting for breath. His white hair was hanging in damp strands and the broad shoulders and chest were coated in a film of sweat. He groaned as Dyna slid her leg down his buttocks to the ground, keeping his softening cock as long as possible inside her. Snaring A Spy Dyna grinned. "Glad you liked it. You won't object then?" Wulf frowned and looked a bit confused at the faces of the other Amazons. He had not noticed before, but it seemed they had al gathered to see his performance. "Object to what? What are you talking about?" Dyna had a mischievous expression on her face. She trailed one hand through the curls on his chest, following the thin trail down his belly to the patch at the base of his cock. Careful but determined she grabbed him and gave a soft tug. "Serving the Amazon war leader with this lovely piece of manhood." She laughed and turned away, not waiting for his answer. "Clean him up and make sure he is not too uncomfortable." With a gesture of her hand she gave her warriors permission to go after their own pleasures and it did not take very long before the clearing was filled with panting, sighing and moaning as the Amazons took advantage of the helpless soldiers. But not one was heard to complain, well not after the first kisses landed on one cock after the other. Dyna smiled as she made a tour of the campsite. The hunters and warriors of Nova's clan had been doing without males for a long time and they seemed determined to make the most of this catch. Looking around Dyna tried to find Agila. No doubt she would be executing some kind of payback. But Dyna suspected Runar would probably appreciate most of it. With a sigh she settled herself in front of Wulf's tent. This was all fun and games, but they had to release these soldiers sometime. They could not hold them indefinitely. Turning her attention inside she tried to come up with a safe way to let them go after a while. Dyna shifted on the soft grass. She felt uneasy, tight inside. As if she had swallowed a bowstring that was drawn too taut. Every few moments her eyes were drawn to the big soldier still tied to the smooth tree. Merely looking at his muscled frame made her almost drool. By Gaia, he felt so good inside her. And if she was honest with herself, he had been right. If he had been able to use his hands, it would have been an even bigger pleasure. She clenched her thighs at the thought of the way he had made her cum in his own tent, just before she escaped. Mother of all, she had never felt like that before. Suddenly out of patience with herself, she jumped up and stalked off. Leaving the camp and its inhabitants behind her. Agila was old enough to take care of business for a while. Besides, Nova was there as well and that was one shrewd lady. The fierce blue eyes followed every move the Amazon war leader made. Wulf had enjoyed her ride on his cock. There was no doubt about that. But he sensed some kind of restlessness, something. He didn't know what exactly, but he knew he was right when he saw her stride into the forest. She had taken her revenge, which he had not minded in the least, but something else seemed to bother her. He frowned as he tried to think this through. At least it was obvious why he had felt watched earlier. He smiled a bit shamefacedly. The events of the evening explained why that Agila had not escaped as well. Glad he was no longer tied to that blasted tree, Wulf followed the bustle of the camp with interest. Somewhere during the night he had been taken to his own tent and tied with one wrist to a tent pole. Not that that was giving him any chance to get loose. On of those warriors had stood guard and she had looked very alert. He had been asleep when Dyna came back from her wanderings and he only woke up next morning to see her leaving the tent again. He had witnessed a lot of frolicking around during the day. The Amazons were having a great day with his soldiers, taking turns in using them in all kinds of positions but never loosing their vigilance all at the same time. He sighed and turned his head to search for Runar. His son had been out of sight for most of the day but right now he was sitting at the edge of the firelight. Wulf narrowed his eyes as he looked at the slightly flushed face and the angry set of his mouth. He wished he could get closer to ask what was going on. Runar looked as if he would gladly take somebody apart, preferably piece by little piece. Now what had that future queen done to his son? There was no doubt in his mind that the anger had something to do with Agila. It had to be. A soft rustle by his side caught his attention and his gaze left his son to rest upon the woman who was settling herself next to him. He was glad she was still wearing the silk wrap. It left her breasts bare and he found he liked to look at them quite a lot. Just the thought of taking the dark brown nipples in his mouth made him lick his lips. "Stop looking like that." The husky voice jolted him out of his reverie. "You know that makes me going all soft inside, don't you?" Wulf smiled as he looked at the mocking face. He let his eyes slide very deliberately over her mouth, down her neck to her breasts and over her stomach to her legs. "Does it? I don't mind." He looked up again and saw a light blush creep up. His smile broadened perceptibly. "Yes, I see it does. Interesting that. Can we experiment a bit?" Dyna bit her lip. It was infuriating to feel how much impact just a single look from those blue eyes had on her. She had tried to laugh it off, but it was true. Well, she had taken a lot of time in thinking this over. There was no point in putting it off any longer. She swallowed and tried to stay calm and composed. "As a matter of fact, that is what I came to discuss with you. An experiment." With satisfaction she saw him do a mental turnabout. She knew he had been more or less joking and he had not expected her to take his suggestion seriously. "Let's get inside. I prefer discussing this in private. Besides, it's close to bedtime." Not looking back she almost plunged into the tent; rightfully assuming Wulf would follow after her. Dyna smiled when she saw the surprise on his face. She closed the flap of the tent, leaving just the two of them. He raised his eyebrows and she laughed. "I know, you are only tied with one hand. Don't get any ideas though. I have enough warriors watching to ensure the safety of the camp. The only thing you can do, is kill me." She took a small pause to look at him. "But you won't do that, will you?" Seeing him shake his head she nodded in satisfaction. "I thought so." Moving further inside Dyna picked a spot on one of the furs and let herself down. Sitting cross-legged she looked up at Wulf and patted the furs in front of her invitingly. "Sit down, I really want to discuss some things with you." She waited for him to get comfortable and then she continued. "You realize we have to let all of you go of course. From our point of view that is a pity but necessary. We cannot and will not ever be mere women to you and we cannot keep men prisoners forever. So, I think I have come up with a plan to make sure you all get your freedom back without us giving up ours." Wulf said nothing. He just nodded once and had a look of concentration on his face. Listening to what she had to say. "In a few days time, we will leave during the night. You will all be tied up so you can't follow us. Only one of us will remain behind to free you at the next nightfall. I will want your word on the safety of that one." She looked at him expectantly. Wulf sat there, staring at her for some time, before he found his voice. "What is your definition of safety? Can she be treated as a woman of our own? Do you expect us to let her go? Right away or after a specific time or what?" He pushed his fingers through the tangled curls on his head. Then he laughed softly. "I must admit. You keep surprising me. I definitely did not expect something like this." Dyna smiled in return. "I know you didn't. As to the safety of the one to set you free, I expect you to treat her with the respect due to a warrior. Can you guarantee that?" Wulf exhaled a deep breath. He felt he was missing a clue or something. This was way too easy. Or was it? "All you want is my word we will treat her with respect? That's all? Just my word? Woman, you have it. No question about that." She smiled, turned around and took hold of a skin filled with wine. After she took a swig, she offered the skin to Wulf. "I'm glad we have this settled. That leaves us time for more, ... pleasant topics." Suddenly she had a look of mischief on her face as she wiggled her breasts. "I just have to check the guards, but I'll be right back." With that she slipped out of the tent before he had a chance to react. Taking a deep breath Wulf shifted on the furs till he was comfortably on his side, his head propped on one elbow. He had no idea what she had in store for him, well, he had a definite idea about what he wanted it to be. By Thor, that woman had the power to make him hard without even touching him. Suddenly it hit him that he was still only tied by one wrist. When she came back he could very easily overpower her. Would she really call those others? He sighed. Yes, she would. He had no doubt. He would probably do the same. Her swift return surprised him before he had his mind made up completely. "Pleasant topics." Her voice was no more than a whisper in the half-light. "Remember you said you could give me more pleasure if you could use your hands? I know you can. I haven't forgotten yet, you know. There is a problem though." Wulf felt the blood pumping through his veins. Was she offering herself to him? He almost groaned out loud as his cock sprang to attention at the mere thought of her, her body for him to direct, to caress, to worship. He said nothing however, waiting for her to go on. "Amazons take a man, like I took you last night. The only choice a man has, is that of standing up or lying on his back. What you did to me was an insult. I am sure you understand that a bit better now. As far as the warriors go, I took my revenge by riding you in public." She sighed before continuing. "You do not see that as an insult, do you?" She saw the soldier shake his head and moved her shoulders as if shrugging something aside. "I don't know. Maybe I'm about to make the biggest mistake of my life." Wulf noticed he had been holding his breath, and softly expelled it. The dim light inside his tent made it hard to see her face very clearly. But her voice and the way she behaved, told him she was trying to tell him something she found very difficult. On impulse he leaned over, lightly touching her face. She leaned her face in his hand and turned her head to plant a soft kiss on his palm. He felt her lips moving to his wrist, trailing little kisses on the sensitive skin. "What are you saying?" His voice sounded gruff and he cleared his throat. His fingers caressed her cheek, stroking her jawbone, pushing a lock of the straight black hair behind her ear. "Are you inviting me?" He leaned a little further over and captured her face between his hands. "Are you?" He saw her swallow nervously. It touched him in a strange way to see such a strong woman being unsure. The feeling made him pause for a minute. Long enough for her to gather her courage. "Yes, I am. I'm not supposed to do that, but..." She rose abruptly and moved to the back of the tent. "I hope I'm not doing something stupid." With that she unchained him and stood a bit uncertain with the shackle in her hands. Wulf had a feeling as if the air was punched out of him. Whatever he had been expecting, not this. Surely not this. He reached out and could just grasp the end of the chain hanging from her hands. With a gentle tug he guided her back to him. Another tug landed her in his lap and he wrapped both arms around her, holding her tight against his chest. "What the..." Dyna sputtered but never got to finish what she was going to say. Wulf silenced her with a kiss that made her head spin. After that she had no time to ponder on the wisdom of her actions. In seconds he had the loose end of the chain wrapped around her wrist and he grinned like a madman when he pushed her on her back. "How about us starting halfway? Both of us having one hand free?" He laughed out loud when she shot an annoyed look to their hands linked by the piece of chain. Still laughing he reached out and removed her dagger, throwing it somewhere behind him. After that he suddenly sobered. The intense blue of his eyes seemed to turn to little flames as he studied the woman lying in front of him. Dyna saw his eyes change and the intensity of his look made her shiver. She had no control over her body. Again all he had to do was look and she turned like wax in his hands, all warm and soft and pliable. Deep inside her she felt the start of a slight trembling, waiting to grow under his hands. Those big, warm hands. One of them came down just then to cup her breast. She gasped and he chose that moment to kiss her again. His tongue daring hers, his hand molding her breasts and the thumb of his other hand stroking the tender skin of her wrist. Almost instantly she felt the heat rise in her body. Her insides turned almost liquid as his mouth traveled from her lips to her neck and down to her nipples. His tongue teased the dark tips till they were stiff as little pokers and she moaned in the back of her throat. Wulf tangled his hand in the thick black hair, holding her head in place as he kissed her as if he were reaching for her soul. The little sounds she made were driving him on, urging him to make her even more expressive. He felt her body giving in to his hands, the warm soft flesh yielding to his every touch and it drove him on. It took only a small effort to remove the wrap from around her hips and he raised his head to look at her. His eyes roamed over the luscious body and came to rest on the soft belly with the black curls hiding her pussy. "Frigga must be fond of me. To grant me a woman like you." His voice was close to a growl as he lowered his head again and licked his way from her chin to the top of her legs. He felt her lips on his ribs, her hand caressing his chest and teasing his nipples. He sighed a breath between her legs and she opened them, granting him entrance. Her smell was heady, calling him closer and he kissed his way over, tasting her juices as his tongue spread her lips. He smiled as he heard her moan. Dyna was sure he was driving her slowly mad. The kissing and licking all over her body was something new to her. If you catch a man and make him fuck you, there is not much opportunity for such niceties. And nice it was. She could not stop herself from uttering sounds of pleasure and when his tongue touched her clit she cried out. "Please, touch me. Please, let me cum." The feelings inside her started building up, billowing out, enveloping her whole body, and drowning the last doubts she might have had in the immense pleasure he was giving her. His lips nibbled her clit as he slid his fingers inside her. Her breath exploded from her in a loud sigh and her hips bucked. No longer able to focus clearly on something outside her body her hand reached out to keep his head in place. His mouth and his fingers brought her a swift climax, but before she could pull herself together he shifted position. Wulf had to exert all of his willpower to wait for the woman to climax first. The call of her body was making him almost dizzy. His fingers were coated with her wetness and the smell of her cunt was making him groan. As soon as he felt the contractions of her orgasm he pulled his fingers out and pushed her legs further apart. Spreading her as wide as possible he lowered himself between those softly rounded thighs and started to insert his cock. Very slowly, inch by inch he filled her hot, wet pussy still twitching in the aftermath of her climax. He had been aiming for it, but still it pleased him no end, when she started bucking again after only a few thrusts and cried out in a second orgasm. The feeling of that incredibly wet, very hot cunt gripping his cock was even better than he had remembered. Gods, he had never known a woman who could do that before. He sank slowly into the tender flesh till his balls hit her ass. Resting on his elbows he slowly pulled back till only the head was still inside, he waited for just a second before slowly sinking back in. He lowered his head and sucked on a nipple as hard as a nail. Her whimpering told him enough. The sweat stood on his brow but he was determined to keep at it as long as possible. He wished it could last forever. If Gaia were watching her, she would turn probably green with envy. Dyna was sure of it. No one ever had made her feel this way. Or made her cum so often. She felt all soft, wet and open as she welcomed his cock inside her. The slow moving in and out of her cunt almost hypnotizing her till she jumped at his mouth teasing her nipples again. Her hand grabbed his hair and pulled his face up to hers. Clasping her legs around his buttocks she started pulling him inside her, at the same time kissing him deeply. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth, making him pick up speed with his cock as well. She was determined to feel him come inside her, wanting to give back to him as much as she could. It was impossible to withstand her body. Wulf gave in to her kisses and the clenching and pulling of the muscles inside her. He felt the itching in his whole body, making him groan and he stabbed harder and harder, swifter and swifter. The pressure in his balls was starting to build and he stretched his arms. Throwing his head back he started giving Dyna powerful thrusts, only dimly hearing her voice urging him on. At last he could no longer keep it up and he felt his sperm squirt inside her, leaving his body in four, five spurts. With a sigh he lowered himself to his elbows again. "Gods, woman. You're driving me crazy." He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her thoroughly. Careful not to squash her completely he let his body down on hers. "Am I hurting you?" She smiled and shook her head. "No." Suddenly she giggled. "I'll probably hurt in the morning though." She kissed his shoulder. "But I don't mind." She raised her hand and her fingers traced his features. Her eyes looking like sparkling green gems. After a few moments Wulf rolled over on his back and pulled Dyna with him. She ended up on his chest with one hand on his face, the other on his thigh, slowly stroking up and down his leg. Her lips planted small kisses in the white curls on his chest. His hands glided up and down her back, enjoying the feel of skin on muscles, every now and then cupping her bottom and giving a gentle squeeze. Stretching and yawning Wulf opened his eyes to find Dyna gone. He figured that probably was what had awakened him in the first place. He stood up and was pleasantly surprised to find he was still unchained. Unsure what she expected of him he sat down again. He understood perfectly clear that what had transpired the other night was strictly between the two of them. Maybe it was best to stay inside till someone came to fetch him. As it turned out, he didn't have to wait that long. Perhaps half an hour later Dyna stepped inside, carrying a bowl of berries and a water skin. Putting breakfast down she bent over and kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Good morning, slept all right?" She smiled and sat down opposite him. "Take some." She pushed the bowl towards him and took a sip of water. "Can I ask you something?" Suddenly she looked very serious. Wulf was in the middle of taking some berries, but he froze in mid movement. The tone of her voice and the sudden bleak expression on her face made him shiver a bit. What the hell was going on? Had somebody found her out or something? He raised questioning eyes and nodded. "Sure. What's wrong? Anything I can help you with?" He tried to send some reassurance her way, but he was a little surprised by her answer. Snaring A Spy "As a matter of fact, yes. Your help is the only thing I need." Still grim looking she gestured towards the chain, lying in a corner of the tent. "You are free to go as you please. I will not chain you again. In fact I couldn't. Not by myself, as you know as well as I." It took Wulf a few moments before he got on. "By yourself? Are you saying the others left?" He felt bewildered. She had said they would leave in a few days time, hadn't she? And that they would leave one... "You?" His voice shot out. "You are the one?" He tried to calm down by taking a few deep breaths. "Now I think I understand. You wanted my word. Sure that would be enough. You knew you would be there, didn't you?" He took in her still grave expression. Suddenly his face split in a huge grin. "You will be staying with me! At least for a time." He leaned over and pulled her in his arms. "That makes me a very happy man." He kissed her soundly and murmured against her ear: "And I will make you a very happy woman. You won't regret it. I promise." With that his hands started to make good on that promise right away. Leaving her little doubt that he would keep on treating her more as woman than a warrior, and for a time at least that was exactly what she wanted. I like to thank HawaiiBill for his advice and support. And I would like to thank you for reading my story. Please vote and leave your public comment or send me feedback. Snaring an Arab Cop This is a true story, as told to me by a friend. I'm a New York cab driver. Yeah, yeah, I know. But it's a living. Yeah, I've been held up. Twice. But life goes on, right? Boring. Or at least until that fare opened the door and climbed into my cab. Brown skin, black hair. Hispanic, right? In New York, probably Puerto Rican. But his eyes. God! Blue, astonishing blue. Made me think of a raging river. Deep blue. Dark. Dangerous blue. His mama must have fooled around with a Norwegian tourist. He wore his curly hair medium-long--beautiful. With thin lips and a large nose, he looked like a professor. Of what, Spanish literature? Big. Sprawled across the back seat, he had to be way over six feet. Professor of Spanish Football? Spanish Wrestling? He gave me an address--rundown part of the city. Thought he'd be a little more uptown than that. Maybe slumming. Once we got to the place, graffiti on the walls, overturned trash cans, homeless bums asleep on the sidewalk, he got out of the cab and asked me to wait. Okay. Not excited about that, but I needed the fare. On the other hand, maybe I'd be lucky--it was late enough all the muggers probably left already--off for the richer parts of town for better pickings. I watched him knock on an apartment door and go in. Five, maybe six minutes later I heard three gunshots! Oh, shit! I had the key in the ignition, about to take off, when the door opened and the guy stumbled out of the apartment, falling down the stoop and collapsing on the sidewalk. Two more guys bolted out the door, jumped over him, and sprinted for a car parked at the curb. Gone in a screech of tires. The guy lying on the sidewalk was still. Oh, shit. Dead? I got out and ran over. He was breathing but bleeding. A big stain spread over his pantleg. And from the swelling on his head, I saw he had been knocked out, probably even before the fall down the steps. Oh, shit, now what? This was a drug deal! I can't just take him to a hospital--they'll hold me, too! I could just drive through and push him out the door--naw, the hospital cameras would record my cab number, and the cops would be at my door in an hour. Fuck! I can't just leave him here! And of course, in that neighborhood, at the sound of a gunshot, people grew scarce. Nobody on the sidewalk. Nobody running out to help. First things first. I checked to see where he was bleeding. A hole in both sides of his pantleg--the bullet went clean through his calf. I pulled off his belt and wrapped it around his leg above the wound for a tourniquet. I picked him up--not so easy: he stood a good 6'7", and I'm five feet, a short guy. I succeeded in dragging him over to the cab and pushing him into the back seat. I got in, and we roared off--to my apartment, which, I'm not proud to say, wasn't far away. This thing is getting out of control! What if he croaks in my apartment! Hey, he won't croak from a bullet through the calf. He's out cold from whatever hit him in the head. I'll just bandage him up, drag him down to the street, then call 9-1-1. Once in my apartment on the bed, I didn't have time to "cut away his pantleg" like they do in the movies. I took off the belt, pulled off his shoes, and grabbing both pantcuffs, I pulled his pants down and off. Wow. Hips like the concrete foundations of the Brooklyn Bridge. Big, powerful legs--plenty of muscle for that bullet to go through. The guy must be an athlete. Sure enough, a Wilson jockstrap, but--ohmigod!--the pouch sagged like he was smuggling softballs. Jeez, maybe he keeps his gun in there. No wonder they got him first--no quick-draw holster. Dumb drub dealer. Good-looking, though. After I mopped up the blood and put on a bandage, I checked that jock. Yeah, yeah, okay. I mean, hey, I didn't want a gun going off in my apartment, now did I? What did that jockstrap hold? God. I stared. Trees on this street aren't that thick. Or tall. He was one hung P.R. His mama must've also fooled around with an African pirate. Or a Norwegian moose. One of those "pyramid" dicks. Tapered from a small, pointed head to wider than a beer can at the base, where it spread out into the taut muscles of his groin and the black jungle of his curly black pubic hair--whoever he put that thing into would purr at first but be screaming by the end of the stroke. Couldn't help myself: Sure like to suck that. Could I? Maybe halfway down? I shook my head. Idiot! What if he wakes up? Almost on cue, he shifted his hips and his cockhead moved: the pink thing moved back and forth. Getting bigger. He's dreaming of a blowjob, so why don't I give him one? You're going to suck off a drug dealer in your own damned bed? Yeah. Had to do it. Just too fucking handsome. I was not a complete idiot, though. I set up my camera on a tripod. A little blackmail photo might be a great bargaining chip. I crawled onto the bed between his legs and spread them apart. I checked--the bleeding had stopped. I want this. I want it bad. I listened, he was snoring The closer I got, the more I smelled that jockstrap. Had to be a bachelor. No wife would put up with that thing. Like a urinal cake. Spicy. Crotchy. The smell of balls. I stuck out my tongue for a taste. Yeah. Flavors I recognized: salty sweat, grime, tangy musk, piercing aromas, and now the smell of a hot, sweaty Puerto Rican drug dealer. My own dong throbbed hard in my pants. I opened my mouth and sucked in that pointed cockhead, pushing his foreskin back with my tongue. Delicious. The unforgettable liquor fermented in an uncut cock. Hispanic male salsa. Just as I figured, his broad cockshaft wowed my mouth out to full jaw-stretch still only halfway down it. But I didn't care, right? As his pink arrowhead gouged down my throat, I was dizzy. He had several inches of shaft left over, so I jacked that part, gripping as much as I could--my fingers didn't reach around it. I didn't shake the bed or writhe around--didn't want to wake him up. I settled down to a slow, seductive pace, figuring a blowjob on a sleeping guy would take a long time. Wrong. Only a minute or two later, the big thing swelled even more, choking me, forcing me to back off, and ka-blam! A shovel-full of jism shot into my mouth, again choking me, but this time with hot liquid. At that moment, the flash on my camera went off! We're co-stars in our own porn photo! Coughing and gasping, I backed off still further and got the next ejaculations all over my face. God, what balls! He was still shooting, so I glommed onto that thing again and got two or three bursts over my tongue. Son of A bitch! He must've been saving that up for weeks. Hope he didn't open his wound. I looked. Nope. The bandage held. I looked up to his face. Still asleep. Snickering to myself, I wiped up the cum that dripped on him, backed off the bed, and went into the bathroom to clean up. He slept through the night. So did I, stretched out on the couch. But first gloating. Motherfucker, I sucked off a drug dealer! Even got me a picture! The next morning when I opened my eyes, I looked across the room. He was awake, struggling to sit up. I got up and walked over. "Morning. You were in a little jam there on the sidewalk last night. This is my apartment; I brought you here to patch you up." He gave me a blank look. "I'm the cabbie. You took my cab to 21 Cantori Street last night, remember?" "Ahhhhh, yes." He looked around the room. "I am very grateful to you." He held out his hand. "I am Da'ud ibn Husseini. I am an Interpol agent from France." A what?? Shit! Fuck! Hell! A cold sweat broke out on my face. "I am here to pursue the drug smuggling," he went on. Oh, fuck, how do I get out of this?? "You're--you're from France?" Stupid question. Didn't know what else to say. He smiled. "I am as you Americans say, 'a sheik of Araby.' I was born in Algeria." I smiled back. An Arab. So much for racial profiling. He put his hand to his head. "Aiii, quelle dolor! The pain!" He looked up at me. "They are hit me in the head as I am walk in the door." He slumped back on the bed and passed out again. Now what, Einstein? He's seen your face and knows you helped him. He won't forget this. I'd made my bed, so I had to sleep in it--I took care of him until he was strong enough to get up (the rest of that day). I brought him corn dogs and beer, and when he could stand and walk, I cut off the legs of his pants so he had a pair of shorts to wear. I accepted his thanks, shook his hand, said goodbye, and watched him go out that evening into the street. He looked at the number on my building. "Tell me, mon ami, what is your telephone number?" I was nervous as hell, but what the hell, he knew my name and where I lived, anyway. I told him, and he wrote it in a small pad he pulled from his pocket. Then he hailed a cab. Luckily one stopped--don't always do that in this neighborhood at night. For two days I figured any second the cops would bang on my door. Okay, you're wondering why they would come after me, since I helped out a cop, right? Well, I had an outstanding warrant for a little pot I got caught with. Never made it to the arraignment. Thought I'd just keep a low profile. Then I got the telephone call. "Alo, George!" He pronounced it Zhorzhe. "This is Da'ud! Remember me?" Oh, fuck. "Yeah, sure." I take a size 12 handcuffs. "Listen to me, George, you did me a wonderful favor--" Right, he's going to recommend me to the cops for an award. To be handed through the bars. "--and I would like to take you to dinner." Dinner? What'd he say? "Would you like to go to dinner with me, George?" "Yeah, yeah, sure. Where do you want me to meet--" "--It is my treat. I will swing by to pick you up tonight at nine. This is okay, ne c'est pas?" "Sure, yeah. See you at nine." A few more pleasantries, and he hung up. Fuck, now what do I do? Is this a sting? I could just skip. Not be there. Move out of the apartment. But why would they go to such a complicated sting just to nail a pot smoker when they already had my address and phone? For them it was a drive-by, just knock and grab. What the hell. I decided to roll with it. I took a bath and shaved, dressed in the last clean shirt and found the chino pants without the ketchup stain. I went commando. Dunno. Never can tell. And it's a little easier to feel a pickpocket if we end up in a tough place. At nine right on the button, he pulled up in a black Citroen with diplomatic tags. Shit! From the French embassy. Park anywhere with that. He wore a shiny suit that fit him like sprayed on. Coal black. Like "My name is Bond. Da'ud Bond." He looked eight feet tall. I almost didn't answer the door. He and I were like Omar Sharif and Jed Clampett. "Bon soir, George!" He stepped into the room and shook my hand. "Are you ready to go?" First time I ever rode in a Citroen. Read about them. It had a hydraulic suspension system. Rode like a flying carpet. Da'ud took me downtown to Le Bernardin. Damn. Never had a fare in this part of town, let alone eat in such a place. "They are cooking the seafood here," he said. "I am hoping you are liking the fish." "Oh, sure, who doesn't like seafood?" Hell, I knew them all--canned tuna, canned salmon, sardines, kipper snacks, McDonald's fish sandwich, everything. Inside, the maitre'd stopped me--and gave me a jacket to wear. Poor Da'ud. He looked like he could be waiting for Meg Ryan to come out of the powder room, but instead his partner was a cabbie in tennis shoes and a blue sportcoat that didn't fit him. They put us at a table way in back, in the shadows, where the paying customers wouldn't see they let in a charity case. The sommelier walked up. "Wine, m'sieu?" Da'ud looked at me. "I will order, if you like." I nodded. Hell, yeah. If they didn't have Boone's Farm 2008, I was out of suggestions. "Avez-vous Pétrus?" "Ah, oui, monsieur, but--" he paused. "Pétrus is $1,000 a bottle." "C'est bien. Allez!" God. A grand for a bottle of wine? I was beginning to loosen up. What prosecutor in history would have agreed to a sting this ornate to catch a penny-ante pot smoker? But who in hell sat across the table from me? Aristotle Onassis? No, Onassis was Greek. God, Da'ud was handsome. The black of his hair and eyebrows and the dark, seductive shadow of his beard were dark, mysterious, dangerous shadows--except for the blue, impossibly azure laser beams of his eyes! Hard to look him in the face. His eyes were almost too intense to look into. Like looking up at the sun. The waiter appeared. "Oui, m'sieu? Qu'est-ce que vous voulez?" Oily voice. The word had been passed in the kitchen--a French swell out front had just ordered a thousand-dollar bottle of wine. I imagined the fist-fights back there over who got to work our table for the tip. Da'ud looked over at me. "May I order for us both?" Again I nodded. If they didn't have Chicken McNuggets or chimichangas, I had no more menu choices. "Nous voulons le saumon flambé avec le sauce Bernaise, mais pas de trop citron. Depuis, fraises et champagne." I heard French like that once. In a movie. Just before the Nazi machine-gunned the heroic French Resistance fighter. He looked at me. Down at me, rather--I was a good foot shorter. "I am order the salmon. It is very good here. I hope you will like it." "Oh, yeah. Salmon. My favorite." I had cans of it in the cupboard. You kidding? A class joint like this has the balls to serve salmon? Only people who eat salmon are poor cabbies and grizzly bears in Washington. The wine came. A guy walked out like he was carrying the Hope Diamond, and with flourishes and swooping gestures, he uncorked the bottle, poured a couple drops into a saucer thing he wore around his neck, sipped it, nodded, then poured a little into Da'ud's glass. This restaurant was class. Everybody I knew drank wine straight from the bottle. Less washing of glasses. Da'ud sniffed at it, sipped from the glass, then nodded to the waiter, who then filled my glass, then turned to fill Da'ud's glass again. He placed the bottle on the table. What? No ice? We're supposed to drink this hooch at room temperature? Da'ud picked up his glass and raised it to me in a salute. I raised mine, too, we clinked, and I chugged it down: okay. Good taste. Not that much of a kick. I wouldn't pay a grand for it. I looked over at Da'ud. His eyes--those burning eyes--looked at me with amusement. He sipped at his drink and continued to nurse it, swallowing tiny bits, savoring every one. Oops. Did Jed Clampett just fuck up (again)? He refilled my glass. I sipped at it. Hey, I can adapt. I can blend in. After a few quiet moments, he looked down at me again. Damn, those eyes again. "George, I am have a very strange dream. I do not know what makes this dream, but--but I am in the ecstase, I am in pleasure, and--" He paused, uncertain. "I am seeing your face appear in the ... clouds of my pleasure." Those eyes staring into mine again. I had to look away. "Je ne sais pas que me passé. I am not know what is happen with me. I am not the gay." He paused, looked at me again. "I cannot get you out of my mind." About then the meal arrived. Like the legions of Darius approaching the heroic Spartans at Thermopylae, a retinue of restaurant flunkies came marching out of the kitchen, rolling before them a table with a silver brazier holding a large dish. When they reached our table, the waiter struck a match and voom! The dish erupted in flames! Gradually the flaming brandy burned out, and the waiter lifted portions of the salmon onto plates, poured a few spoonfuls of the sauce over them, adjusted the garnish, then placed them before us. I picked up a fork from the 13 beside my plate. How many did they think I was going to drop? The first mouthful: God! An orgasm in my mouth! Electric thrills burned from my taste buds all the way to my brain. The stuff was way beyond "good." Looked like a salmon steak with a gravy, but the flavors interplayed and intertwined in a hundred savors of sauce, spice, meat, and the unrecognizable. I wasn't worthy to eat in this place. As soon as they realized what an urchin had sneaked into the restaurant and dared to eat food this wonderful, the bouncer would throw me out on my ass. Eating the rest was like hovering in an afterglow, just this side of a sexual climax. I swear: that food was so good it gave me a hardon. Da'ud ate thoughtfully. But not ecstatically. As if he ate it every day for lunch. A cop? A cop eats this good? Interpol must have deep pockets. I ate every morsel, wiping up the gravy with my finger after checking to see no one was watching. I wanted to lick the plate but knew I couldn't get away with that. About the time we finished, the sommelier showed up again. "Champagne Krug Brut mil neuf cent novante," he murmured, holding up a bottle. Da'ud nodded. "Oui." Wow, a dessert of champagne and strawberries. Delicioso-issimo, as Da'ud might say. Nope. "Deliceux." He dropped the strawberry stem on the dish and looked over at me. "That was great, Da'ud. Thanks." He put his credit card on the dish the waiter held out, and the waiter slipped away. In the car back to my neighborhood, we talked about a lot of things, differences between France and America, his childhood in Algeria, his college in Paris, my schooling in Pittsburgh, my moving to the Big Apple. Back at my joint, I invited him in for a beer. He stood in the middle of the room while I fetched two. I couldn't find two clean glasses, so I came back with the cans. "You are a good friend to me, George. You saved my life." "Ah, that's okay--" "--but it is, it is something more." He looked at me and smiled. "I cannot get you out of my mind." What? Can I be hearing this? We stood in the middle of the room holding cans of beer. He went on. "For me this is the most strange. Never do I look on a man with this amitié, this friendship." Seizing the opportunity, I stood closer, reached out, and took his hand. He startled but didn't pull his hand away. "George, this is the very strange for me. I have a wife in France. I have a daughter." "I like you, too, Da'ud. I like you very much." I looked up into those blue-fire eyes and moved still closer. I smiled. Somehow he was like a little boy. But also a yearning man. I reached over to put my arms around him (or tried to), and his arms slowly, timidly went around me. I pulled down at him, and he took the hint--he brought his face down to mine--almost like a girl raising her head for her first kiss--but he was so much taller, his first kiss with a man was lowering his head down to mine, and those thin, expressive lips touched mine softly, gently, like a cat's paw. Jesus! Fabulous! Can't believe my luck! But I have to go slow! As our lips touched, it was not competition, not a struggle for dominance, not war. Not yet. I breathed in the scent of his body-cologne, his sweat and flesh, the smell of his resistance and fear. His warm breath covered me, and as we embraced each other more tightly, I could feel his heart beating. I knew what went on in his mind--he had surrendered to me, gave up the escape attempt--literally his arms reached out to me for the handcuffs. After the soft brush of his mouth against mine, he whispered, "Incroyable! You make my knees grow weak." He sagged against me. Snaring an Arab Cop I couldn't believe it--the big desert lion trembled in my arms. I opened my eyes to look--his were closed. His fingers slowly caressed my arms, then my shoulders. I was so hot I heard snaps and pings of the rubberized threads melting in my jockstrap. Like he melted into me. I kissed him again, and again his lips were closed against mine, but when he felt my tongue touch his lips, he gasped, then opened his mouth. Sparks flew from my tongue to his, and the heat of our friendship flashed from timidity to passion. I once thought only White guys could blush. Not so. As the heat rushed through him, his face flamed religion-hot from the new emotions and grew darker, more intense. What a conquest! He was a stud, though--unsure of what to do but awash in the sensations swirling around him, his tongue snaked around mine. My hands reached up to his head and pulled him down further, coaxing him to deepen the kiss, and then he was lost. By then his hard cock pressed against my belly--and mine jutted against his thigh--there was that much difference in our heights. When we finally broke the kiss, again he hissed, "Allah save me. You crush me. I am overpower." "And you overpower me," I whispered back. Even though I had his huge cock jabbing into my belly, I had to be careful. Our hardons digging into each other set the stage for the big man's transition from Perrier to American moonshine, but I had to remember it was a big adjustment. We were shoveling his emotions and attitudes around like piles of melting snow. I took the lead. "Where did you get those beautiful blue eyes?" My voice caressed his ear. He chuckled. "I am Circassian. My ancestors from a people in the Caucasus mountains." He bent over and nibbled at my ear. "My heart is pounding." "Yeah. Mine, too." Time for more skin on skin. I pulled open the buttons of his shirt, and the big cop shivered as my hand first touched his belly then slid upward, touching, rubbing, massaging its way to his right nipple. When I found it, my finger circled 'round, tweaking it, teasing it. And he succumbed. His mouth came back to mine. My big boy had become a man, at first timid and halting but then bolder, more excited. His mouth pressed harder against mine. I raised the ante. I tugged at his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders and down his arms. I broke the kiss and--triumphant--looked at him bare-chested. I dropped my head to his left nipple. When I sucked it into my mouth, he let out a gasp. "Mon dieu, ne me touche pas ainsi!" He paused, breathing hard. "Non, you must--must not touch--not kiss me--" He had to stop to catch his breath. "This is go too far! Non!" He trembled in my arms, breathing harder, frenzied, losing control. When I again nibbled lightly at his nipple, he lurched back, gasping something I couldn't understand. Damn, I got him all the way back to Arabic! He groaned, almost choking, "Ne pas me baiser comme ça!"-- --"Da'ud, English." "Ah, my god, George, do not kiss me like this! Not there! Not in that place!" That, of course, was a virgin's way of begging for more, and I gave it to him. I moved my lips to the right nipple, moving my other hand to continue stimulation of the left. His hands cupped my head, his fingers groping through my hair, a caress. He liked what I did to him. His body told me so. I raised the ante yet again. My free hand moved to the waistband of his pants, sliding sensually over the cloth to his hip. He let out a big sigh, and I brought my face up to kiss him again. At the moment our lips met--and our tongues began a much fiercer wrestling match--I unbuckled his belt. When he made no protest, I pulled back from the kiss. "Time to take your pants off for me, Da'ud." "No, oh, no! This I cannot do!" I pulled his face down for another kiss, and it was even fiercer, our tongues savaging each other. I felt his hands move down, unbutton his pants, pull open the fly--and push them down over his butt. They fell to the floor. His jockstrap bulged like a bushel basket. I pulled it aside and got my hand around his throbbing cock--or tried to. Damn, that thing was big. Still doubled over me, still kissing me like we were long-lost lovers, Da'ud began to groan through the kiss. With my free hand, I caressed my way from holding his balls, over his hip, around to the small of his back, then down to cup a hard, rounded buttock. When I maneuvered my fingers into the crack of his ass, he let out another long groan, still kissing me. And he spread his legs apart, parting his buttocks for me. By then with my right hand I gently stroked his cock. When my left fingers found his asshole and did the circling, poking, probing, teasing bit, he pulled his head back from the kiss, hissing, "Mon dieu, non!" But he stared glassy-eyed down at me and he did not struggle away. His legs remained spread. He watched me, letting me have my way with him. His cock drooled precum in streams. I moved my face to his ear. "You are hot for me, Da'ud." I fingered the slime oozing from his cockhead. "You're busted." "Oui, oh, oui. It is true." At that moment my left hand inserted a finger into his asshole, and he stiffened. "Non! It is too much! This is too much! Please stop!" But I didn't. And neither did he lurch his hips or try to get away. "You will love this, my friend. I will show you how much I love you," I breathed in his ear. "You--you love me?" "Of course. From the first moment I saw you." A good line. It had worked before. It worked on the big Arab. He began feverishly to unbutton my shirt and yank it off me. Then he unbuckled my belt and undid my pants. Soon they lay crumpled on the floor like his. I was up, hard, and throbbing. "Lie back on the bed, Da'ud, and let's talk." "Non! On the bed we must not--" --but he did not resist as, my finger still up his ass, I pushed him back with the other hand. When his naked calves touched the bed, I pulled out my finger, and he sat down. When I kept pressing his chest, he lay back. I lay on him, and with my mouth at his ear, I whispered, "Did you like my finger inside you?" "Non, it is the ugly--" He paused. "Oui. I must say the truth. I like." He sat up, looked back at me, into my eyes, then-- --Whoa, looky there! James Bond going down on Jed Clampett! I felt drunk, a couple double-whiskeys as I saw his hand reach down and grasp my cock. "Never," he muttered, "never am I attracted to a man this way!" "Yeahh," I purred, "that feels good. Stroke my big cock." A big cock--okay, I did luck out that way. A combination of a decently big dick and a smaller body around it made me look hung like a Zulu warrior. My eight inches sticking out of a small-scale body always got me blowjobs in movie theater men's rooms and come-ons in the YMCA showers. Da'ud looked directly into my eyes again--he always does that!--then dropped his head to my crotch. Son of a bitch! I could see it on his face: he didn't want to do it. Kneeling over me, he still fought it, but there I was, cock up hard and throbbing. "Magnifique. You are magnificence, George." In all fairness, a man with a cock like an M-16 was complimenting me on my eight-inch optical illusion. But I was beyond pride at that point. Stroking me even harder, his lips touched my foreskin, opened around it, then pressed tighter to slide back the loose skin. My cockhead inside his mouth, I felt his tongue lave against it. "Ah, god, Da'ud, you are the magnificent! Suck my cock! Oh, yeah!" He sank his mouth over it until I felt my dick press against the back of his throat. It hit me: he's never done this before, never deep-throated anybody, his throat is not relaxed. He backed off a little, still sucking, still--I loved it--out of control. He bobbed his head up and down, stroking with his right hand, and the sight of the big desert lion sucking my cock pressed so many of my buttons, everything went red, and fireworks went off around us! Explosions! Rockets! Rat-a-tat firecrackers! Ka-blam! My piss slit opened wide, and a blast of homegrown jism shot out like a white, slimy cruise missile! Da'ud coughed, but he swallowed! And kept swallowing! Downed it all. When he finally backed off, he looked up at me. Expectantly. "Fabulous!" I sighed. "God, where did you learn to do that?" "Nullepart. Nowhere." He brought his face back to mine, and we kissed. I tasted my own cum on his tongue. He held me very close. I rose up, but he grabbed my arm. "Pas de quoi. No need to do this to me in return." He gripped my arm even tighter. "George, I want to give myself to you." Huh? I looked at him dully. He kissed me again and whispered in my ear. "George, I want you to take me." He paused (I was dizzy already) then, "I want to feel you inside me." Another pause. "George, I want you to fuck me." I died and went to heaven! He let go of me, I got up, he spread his legs, and I shuffled over to kneel between them. He raised his legs, and I moved between them, spreading them wider. I pushed back his legs until his feet pointed up at the ceiling. "George," he purred, "you have me. A man can surrender no more than this." "Oh, there is one more surrender." Staring into those eyes, I inserted the finger back into his asshole, moving it sensually in and out. He sighed. I worked in another finger, and after the initial wince, again I got him purring. I stuck in yet another finger. Again the flinch. Again the happy murmur. When I brought my head down to suck his cock, he gasped and looked down at me. His eyes were glassy. Pupils dilated. He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and out came more unintelligible words. I rose up from his cock. "What? More Arabic?" He panted. Desperate. Frenzied. He looked at me with feverish eyes. "You drive me crazy. I tell you I love you." He paused to catch his breath. "To suck my cock makes me insane--but I want you to make the fuck with me!" The big Algerian was mine. The aching flare of my cock pressed gently against his pucker. I had to take it easy, although I was dying to ram it in as far as I could. My cock was slick with a fistful of Vaseline I also slathered over his asshole. He looked down in fear--still the shy virgin--as he realized I was about to get his cherry. I began to push it in, and he stiffened. Poor guy. "It will hurt only for a while, mon amour," I murmured. I backed away, and he relaxed. After a second, I pushed again. I knew the routine--it's the stretch that hurts, but the rectum can adjust quickly, so the break-in technique is a small push, a small hurt, then retreat; the next push goes back to the last position and a little more. Then back out, relief, back in a bit further, etc. I took a good, long time, never giving him more than twinges of pain--not like the scythe cutting through my guts the first time a guy got me. Da'ud never told me to stop. His eyes stared into mine as I finally penetrated him. My cockhead slid past the noose of his sphincter, and my heavily lubricated cock slid into his guts. He stiffened--it had to hurt a virgin, no matter how slow I went--but he made no complaint, still staring into my eyes. I moved slowly. He's never experienced anything like that in his ass before, of course, but as I stretched his tunnel with its tight gate, the more it accommodated me, and the more he began to relax. When I sank in him to the hilt, I leaned forward to rest on his chest. He was so much taller, though, that my chest rested only on his belly. I saw a circus of emotions in his eyes: lust, fear, joy, pain, hunger, savagery--and devotion. His big balls dangled between his spread legs, two egg-shaped monsters in a soft leather holster. They were so big that when I began fucking, I had to be careful I didn't mash against them. What an ass! When my cock slid in to my pubic hair, and his butt pressed against my hips, it was heaven with the fires of hell. He was so hot inside, I wondered if my cock would come out with blisters. He was so hot, so tight, so sexy, I could hardly breathe. I looked down at him; he panted in short, shallow breaths. From his expression I knew he felt the burning pain change to a burning pleasure. "Mon dieu! This I cannot believe. It is the ecstase! Never do I believe I can do--you can do to me--this in my connard--my asshole!" "Now you're a real man. Now you know what every part of your body does." By then I had move the pace up a little, from long, slow strokes, all the way in and almost all the way out, to faster, shorter lunges hitting his prostate on the way in. It worked. His cock had been hard since the pain in his ass had become a fiery pleasure, and as he writhed on the bed like a wrestler, almost throwing me off him, he let out a loud bellow, and his horse-cock shot a spurt of semen so high it actually hit him in the face. His fists clenched my sheet, a death-grip tearing the fabric--his orgasm had started in his asshole! He wallowed in the intense pleasure, his ass-ring tightening deliciously around my cock as he ejaculated, and after a minute or so of delighted panting, he looked up at me in astonishment. "Je ne m'ai touché! -- I have not touch myself!" His look changed to awe. "You fucked me to ecstase!" His face was a mask of amazement. "You fuck me to pleasure like a woman!" By then I was losing it, myself. "Those are the best," I grunted. "Good, hot fuck can--orgasm starts in your asshole--hot, crazy--completely out of control." With that, I went out of control. I clenched my eyes shut, and everything went coal-black. I felt it start and my balls tense up--by then I jabbed Da'ud in the short, staccato thrusts of a man approaching his orgasm. The build-up was so slow and powerful, I knew this one was going to be a monster. I heard his labored breathing, felt the heat of his body, breathed the seething aroma of his groin. I opened my eyes. He stared up at me with the unblinking stare of the Murderer from the Rue Morgue. A predator, his pupils dilated with lust. The last things I saw. Everything went red, burying me in a landslide of pleasure. I could hardly stand it. Streaks, meteors of ecstasy shot through my body, leaving trails of bliss, starting in my cock and balls and blasting through me like fireworks. A rutting stag, my cock felt the size of a torpedo, and big gushes of my parent-slime shot up his ass, leaving me panting, my heart pounding, unable to see straight. Never had an orgasm like that. It went on and on! The longer I crouched there, frozen in my tracks at the instant the atomic bomb went off, I felt myself transformed. As his thighs touched mine, I felt us grow together. As if we had the same legs. As he gave me ass-ring clenches, I realized he wanted to increase my pleasure. Damn. I scored this big desert sheik, got his cherry, gloating that he would never forget me for the rest of his life, but he wanted me to! And he went off again! With another joyous shout, his huge cock spluttered more of his white ecstasy all over himself. Again without touching his cock. The boy was a natural, one hot fucker. Both of us done, lying there coasting in the afterglow, he lowered his legs and pulled me up for another kiss. "Je t'aime," he said before our lips touched. "I feel it, mon ami. Your sperme. Tu m'as imbibé." He closed his eyes. "You make a baby in me." "Don't think so. But there is something permanent," I added. "I got your cherry. You will never forget this day. You will never forget me." His lips pressed against mine in another power-kiss. This one no longer gentle or timid, it was a man's kiss. As men kiss each other. Strong. Determined. Forceful. Intoxicating. Suddenly I realized I would never forget him, either. We slept together in my bed that night. Made love another three or four times. We continued to see each other nearly every night for a week or two, and each time he begged me to lay him--"You make me feel wonderful," he said. "All the pressures, all the pains of my work drop away, and I can surrender everything to you." He rolled over and kissed me. "Always I am the strong. Always I am the in control. Always I am the big one everyone else leans on." He kissed me again and grabbed my cock. "With you I can lose control. With you I can relax. I love you to fuck me. I love you to make me feel like the bitch." Damn. You never can tell about some guys. "Hey, Da'ud, you want to get laid, I'm your man!" Turned out he was the son of an wealthy Arab businessman in France, so although Da'ud's vocation was police work--and he had worked his way up to an Interpol agent--his lifestyle was much better than the typical cop, which explained the big-ticket meal in the restaurant. He moved me into his apartment, a big one with a view of the park. Turned out his wife and daughter were still back in Paris. Daughter didn't want to leave her school, and the mother stayed to watch over the daughter. Da'ud's assignment in New York was temporary, anyway. One night while fucking him silly, doubling him over with his feet almost beside his head on the floor, I kissed him viciously at the moment of his climax. When I cummed, pumping him so full that dollops of my jism spurted back out beside my lunging cock, he looked up at me and gasped, "Let me take care of you, George! Give up this taxi-driver business. It is dangerous." He kissed me again. "Let me take care of you." He kissed me yet again. "Because you take care of me." Well, I didn't want to give up a steady job, knowing that he would go home one day--but when his Interpol assignment was over in New York, he begged me to go back to Paris with him--as part of his harem! That was a chandelier falling out of the ceiling. "Your harem! Da'ud, I ain't part of no fucking harem!" But it turned out that he wanted me, craved me as his top. He wanted to let me control him, wanted me to do whatever I wanted with him. He lowered his voice. "You would be my husband, and I, Da'ud, will be your bitch." "But your wife?" "She is just a woman. She will accept you as her partner in my affections--as if you were in the harem. I would never submit to her, but to you I am a toy." Well, I went with him, which is why the French stamp on this letter. More about my life as a man in an Arab's harem in the next letter. ~~~ ~~~ ~~~