2 comments/ 19443 views/ 2 favorites Monk By: Hollow_Eyes Natalie unlocked the door to her house and Adrian Monk behind her still begging. He told her she had to bathe him tonight after last night's horrific encounter. He dropped the washcloth in the tub and as he quickly went to catch it ... he saw himself. His bare manhood. After that he washed his eyes for five minutes, enduring the hot water and eye-friendly soap to bypass the stinging; though he felt he should endure the stinging for having such an event to have had happened. He finished bathing himself with his eyes closed. "Mr. Monk, I am not going to bathe you." Natalie said wishing he would drop this. She couldn't believe this. It's one thing to hand him wipes, brush dirt or whatever off of his shoulders or back of his coat, attend crime scenes and be in some life endangering situations, not to mention all the other phobias and inhibitions. But bathing him! she kept playing the suggestion over and over in her mind. "Natalie!" Monk followed her like a lost, hungry puppy, hint of plea in his voice. "You don't understand! I can't take that risk again. You don't know the trauma of me seeing myself, in such -- such a degrading, pornographic way. I was naked!" Monk whimpered. "You were in the bathtub just as everyone else does when they bathe. It isn't degrading." Natalie faced him and stood her ground about this. "But I saw myself naked, my, you know. . .it." He whispered the last word, hoping she knew what he meant and would do this for him now. "No!" She said again for the umpteenth time. "Think about it, it is clean for being in all that scalding hot water and bacterial killing soap. See? It's actually clean!" She tried her best to persuade him off of the subject. "No, Natalie. No. You don't get it," slumping down on the couch in Natalie's living room. "It's always dirty. I can feel it on me, on my eyes when I see it. I washed my eyes for five minutes!" He yelled out to her in the kitchen where she is fixing herself leftovers. "I'll just stop bathing!" Natalie put everything back in the refrigerator and stormed in the living room in front of Monk. "Get up and get in the bathroom now!" Pointing her slender finger in the right direction for him. "Hurry up, before I open the vacuum bag and throw dust all over you!" He quickly got up and went to the bathroom as directed. Waiting for Natalie to get in. She came in right behind him and closed the door, turning the water on to allow the tub to fill up. "Strip down!" Natalie told him. "In front of you? Natalie --" he was cut off. "Take your clothes off now!" Figure if he is going to have hang ups about all this she will rid him of it. "Don't make me ask you again. I will do it myself." Swallowing hard, Monk slowly took his coat off, following his shirt. One slow button at a time. "Hurry up, you have until the tub fills up and I will be doing it myself." Right before the water was near the top Monk was naked in front of Natalie. Holding his hands where he cannot be seen by her. Natalie bent down to turn the water off and pointing at the tub full of water. "Get in now. And, I mean it, do not make me say it again." Monk stepped in the hot water and, still covering himself, he sat in the water. Staring up at her, he asked, "How are you going to start this? I usually pour the water on my head ten times, because you know ten is--" being cut off by Natalie again. "I know, I know! I am going to pour water on your head one time, and one time only! I will then proceed to put shampoo and wash your hair. After that I am pouring water on your head until all the shampoo is out of it! Not ten times. Not twenty times. As many times as it takes!" "Natalie, I think you are being ridiculous here." "Me!?" Natalie dumped water over his head. Natalie finished washing his hair and any time he was near saying something she would shoot him a glance that could freeze the very hot water he is sitting in. Right before she began to wash his body he once again stopped her for instruction, despite her stares. "Natalie there are those yellow rubber gloves you can use to wash my body with in the kitchen. Just put rubber bands around them to keep from the bathwater going in and out of them." "Nope," was all she said, squeezing the bottle of liquid body soap in her hand. "W-What about the washcloth?" "Nope." "Natalie." Monk quickly scooted back in the tub splashing water all around with his legs. Some of the water splashing Natalie in the face and the shoulder of her shirt. Shrugging it off for now, she tried and tried to bathe him. When he kicked water all over the front of her she quickly got up, standing over him with a menacing stare. She stopped, breathed, and slowly let out, "Mr. Monk, that is it! You know what, you are going to get over this and after tonight you are going to be able to not only bathe by yourself without fear! But you are going to be able to look at yourself and understand that you are clean! Clean! So very, very clean!" With that said she quickly pulled her shirt over her head. Her perky breasts pushed up and jiggling a little in her bra when she tossed her shirt down on the bathroom floor. Reaching behind her she unclasped her bra and took that off, too. Exposing her bare breasts in front of Monk, who quickly began to look at the wall next to him. "Don't look away! You will look at everything but that wall! Or you will be bathing with dirt in the water!" Monk's eyes wide now, before he covered his washcloth with soap and placed it over his eyes. His face twisted in agony upon seeing her intimates. "Natalie, please!" "No!" Taking the washcloth off of his eyes and telling him to open and watch her finish undressing. Reaching down Natalie unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, her breasts jiggling, pulling her jeans off along with her panties she stepped out of them and kicked them over to the rest of her clothes. "Oh, yes! Not only are you going to look at my naked body. You are going to look at yours too while I bathe you. Then in the end we will see if you ever want me to do this for you again, whether you see yourself or not!" Stepping in the tub she took her seat right in front of him. Her legs touching his and her feet touching his hips. "Oh, my goodness, how hot is this water!?" Feeling how hot it is on her sensitive flesh, mainly her butt and thighs and between her legs. "One hundred degrees. Because it's a--" interrupted. "Because it is perfect number. Yes, yes, I get it." Natalie telling herself the scalding hot water will soon become adaptable. "By the way, if I am going to bathe you," she eyed him snidely. "You're going to bathe me, too! And I clean myself very thoroughly." Natalie stopped there, letting her last sentence hang. Monk's face quizzical. He kept his eyes on the wall behind her or the ceiling. She caught on and grabbed him by the chin and made him look at her. "You wanted me to bathe you. I tried to bathe you. You would not be good, now you are being punished! Now you are going to wash my hair before I continue bathing you. Here, I am going to sit between your legs with my backside in front of you. You will wash my hair the right way and make it very clean! And if you so much as make any noises, hesitation, or any of that crap. I am going to pee in the bathwater and we will continue to bathe until both of us are done. Understood?" Monk only mumbled agreement, he knows she means business with what she said, especially the urinating. He poured water over her head and watched her blonde hair quickly mat to her head. And putting a little bit of shampoo in his hand he lathered it in his hands before he touched her hair. Feeling her soft, wet hair on his hands, he cringed, but continued. Watching the blue shampoo go from a gel state to bubbly suds. She scooted up against him and touched his penis against her body. He quickly jolted, but she quickly addressed him, "Don't you dare scoot back. Feel it! This will make you appreciate looking at yourself a lot better than having someone rubbing against it!" While he is continuing washing her hair she is continuing rubbing her lower back up against his dick. Monk rinsed her hair out of all the shampoo and waited for her to stop rubbing against him. "Ok. Your hair is washed, Natalie." "Good. Now see? That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked him, kneeling up, making sure her bent over butt came right up to his face and she turned around facing him again. "Now I am going to wash your body, Mr. Monk. Remember: do not complain." Straightening her legs out, feeling his leg touch hers once again. Natalie grabbing the bottle of soap and squeezed liquid soap out over her hand. Monk went to ask a question about the washcloth, but decided against it, trying hard to keep quiet. His eyes playing a different tune, though. "That's right, I am going to clean you with my bare hands." Monk closed his eyes tight, looking away. Natalie let that go for a moment knowing he will straighten up once he remembers her conditions. Indeed he did. Taking a deep breath he gave Natalie a nod to continue. Natalie started with his chest, of which he slightly jumped, lathering the liquid soap up turning it, too, into sudsy bubbles. The hair on his chest feeling smooth against his skin from being all soapy. Rubbing his arms down she told him to stand up so she can wash his 'dick' she crudely told him, to make him better appreciate things himself, and his legs. Standing up, Monk looked up at the ceiling, feeling Natalie wash his stomach and hips. Suddenly he jerked his body when her wet, soapy hand took hold of his penis. Gliding easily over the length given the wetness and slippery soap. Natalie kept her hands stroking the length longer than any other part of his body. She quickly took note of him getting unwillingly hard, despite his mindset, his body believes differently. His long, hard, thickness in her hand getting stroked. "Now look down, Mr. Monk." She ordered him. Looking down, hesitantly at first, he found Natalie's hands still stroking his private part. Her other hand now cupping his sac and her other hand rotating around his shaft. He started to squirm, feel uncomfortable, wishing now he hadn't pushed her into giving him a bath. Not thinking in a million years that this would happen. Natalie soaping up his entire crotch and now his inner thighs, she continued on with his legs. Taking both of her hands and wrapping them around his leg she washed his legs that way. "Turn around." Monk turned around and her face in front of his butt she placed both hands on his cheeks. Soaping them up, watching them go from a pale tan to complete white bubbles and suds. Running her fingers between his cheeks and her palm over them she washed him there. "Are you done yet!?" Monk whined, feeling her hand reach between his legs again and wrapping around his penis, her underarm rubbing under his butt. "Yup! Now you get to wash me according to my instructions and how I tell you to. Do you understand me?" Monk washing the soap off of his body when he sat down. Looking down at his penis when rinsing it, hoping to please Natalie by this gesture. Natalie gave Monk the bottle of soap, "Squeeze the soap over my chest and then rub it in." Monk positioned the bottle of soap over her chest, her nipples at little pink points, he took note of; squeezing the bottle the white liquid went over her wet body. Slowly, he kept his eyes on her body, knowing if he looked away as he so badly wanted to do, his hands moving towards her wet flesh. Feeling her soft skin and slippery soap he started rubbing it in. Moving his hands all over her chest, he knew he couldn't keep stalling, he went down to her breasts and felt the soft fleshy mounds against his hands. He squeezed them slightly not realizing it, feeling the soapy, soft flesh in his hands. "Ok, continue on, not a festival." Natalie pleased to see he is somewhat human once you push him in the right direction. Not minding the manhandling, but that isn't what it is about. "Get to my stomach and I will stand up and give you instructions of how to clean me." Monk washed her stomach as she told him to, not entirely minding the feeling of her body, not even realizing anymore he is touching a naked woman in the same bathtub and water that he is in. Standing up, Natalie standing with her crotch about eye level to his face, her lips peeking out between her legs, she opened her legs exposing herself all the more. "Now you will wash my hips, between my legs, over my lips, and you will clean between my lips, ok?" with that she spread her lips open exposing her pink and little bit of her hole. "Any complaints, I will pee on you, yes?" Monk did as he was told, starting where he had washed her stomach before already and going to her hips. He moved his hand between her legs and washed her pussy. Feeling her soft mound against his palm, he started sliding his finger up and down between her lips. Feeling her getting wet by this Natalie shut her eyes briefly when he touched her like that. He, unlike her, did not spend much time around her privates. Though she did let out little noises when his fingertips would rub against her clit. Natalie turned around and pointing her butt towards him he noticed how little and cute it is given her petite size. She continued on with more directions, "You will wash my butt, you will then wash between my cheeks. Following," she letting the 'following' linger in his mind. "Following, you will put soap up two of your fingers, index and middle fingers, and you will slide your index up my butt hole and clean it that way. Then you will slide both the fingers when I tell you to up to make sure I get nice and clean and fresh up there! Ok? Good! Because I know you will not complain, Mr. Monk. Not at all!" Eyes wide, jaw hanging down, he was about to object until she looked around down at him with a glare. Spreading her cheeks with both hands she showed him her little butthole, slightly parting since she spread them open. Squeezing the bottle of soap above her butt the liquid soap dripping over her body. He smeared it all around her reaching her butt and getting it all soapy and sudsy. Moving his hand between her cheeks he felt the softness of them engulf part of his hand, feeling her rough little hole if he pushed hard enough on the side of his hand. Natalie pushing her butt towards him feeling her insides warm up, despite this being her boss and a man considerably older than her, being touched is being touched. Being touched naked and while wet and soapy is all the better! She fought the urge to reach down and touch her burning pussy to relieve some pleasure. That will wait until he goes home and she can get in her bed and bust out her favorite dildo and fuck her pussy hard with it. Ah! Whoever thought of vibrating, circular moving dildos are awesome! She feeling the anticipation building inside her upon the thought. Monk kept sliding his hand between her cheeks. "Mr. Monk, don't forget to clean inside, too." She kept him check, and herself, if he had kept rubbing her like that she would do more than clean his dick in the heat of the moment. Bending over slightly Natalie waited to feel a soapy finger slide inside her butt. She does this every time she takes a shower. It started when she was out with a girlfriend and she was talking about how a boyfriend of hers loved licking her asshole and tonguing it, so she kept it clean for him by sliding soapy finger or two inside. Natalie took note of that and has been doing so ever since. Applying a trail of soap over his finger and spreading one cheek he cringed at seeing her crinkled butt hole. White around and pink, she keeps it clean, he thought. Putting his finger up to her butt hole he pushed against it. Natalie pushed back, relaxing herself, it always feels different when someone else is doing it than her. Monk has his finger past the first knuckle coming up to his second one. Tight, he thought. Natalie keeping her other cheek open for him with her other hand, looking back, watching him sliding his finger deeper inside her little hole. Feeling the wet soapy finger slide with ease. Monk started pushing it back and forth getting her inside all nice and soapy as she directed. Taking the finger out he put his index and middle finger together and sliding his index finger in first he followed up with his middle finger. Natalie letting out a playful moan, Monk looked up horrified, "What was that?" "I'm sorry, Mr. Monk. It just feels good. Now, hurry up, I want to go to bed sometime tonight! Still have to take you home. We were suppose to stop by and give you back your fixed vacuum and here we are in the bath!" Natalie pushing her butt towards his fingers after saying that. Feeling his two fingers pushing deep inside her now soapy butt. Her pussy juicing up, some seeping out and trailing down her thighs. Going crazy! She screamed in her mind. Finishing up, he pulled his soapy fingers out of her butt, Natalie smiled. Sitting back down in the water looking at his penis, it still hard, she rinsed herself and wiggled her butt in the water getting the soap off. "Now you see, not so bad taking a bath and looking at yourself, huh? I mean, you washed me, heck, I even threatened you into fingering my ass! I think, from now on, you are able to bathe and look at yourself, ok? If I hear you complain one more time about bathing or any of that sort again, next time will be a whole lot worse. I'll clean this," she took hold of his penis, "with my mouth!" Rinsing their bodies off of all the soap, they got out of the bathtub and Natalie took hold of one towel. Rubbing it up against her backside, pushing her butt into it, making sure it is all nice and dry. She quickly dried herself and picked her clothes up, before walking out she took a look at Monk, relatively relaxed, but still a little on edge, and said, "You dry yourself with the towel I used. Got that? When you finish I will be in the living room and will take you home, ok?" "Y-yes." He answered, knowing the moment he gets home and she has left, he is going to take another bath, clean his whole body, his eyes, boil some water and clean his hands. Never, never, going to complain about his baths with her again. His mind racing, not even realizing he has made somewhat of an improvement with a few different phobias. Natalie, however, is going to come back home and get her toy out and go to town on herself until she passes out from pleasure or exhaustion, whichever comes first, but she is going to please herself in many different ways in each of her holes. And have a peaceful night of sleep. For the time being, while Mr. Monk is in the bathroom drying and dressing, before she gets dressed she took some anal beads and pushed them inside of her butt before putting her panties on. They were a smallish medium size and only a few, given she will be driving with them in and sitting. She has to keep this feeling of pleasure roaming over her body. Monk All Tied Up I had been traveling for many moons on my way from protecting the people and interests of the lamas in lands far away from my home, back to Nepal for the funeral of my teacher and uncle. He had taught me the ways of the Dap-Dap warrior priests, protectors of the precepts and traditions. In the tradition of Buddhism, we learned never to take life unless there is no other choice. The key to the precepts is compassion and we embody it in our tradition of protection. As I walked, I meditated on the feelings of attachment and despair that flowed through my heart. I had not seen my uncle for many years. I loved him and as I walked, I let the thoughts of anguish for not having returned sooner, when he was alive, play over me. I remembered the years of hard training. How he had spent months teaching me how to use the three yard rope with the hand sized brass rings tied to each end. My uncle was amazing. He could take on three men with swords and in a matter of moments have all of them hog-tied in a pile. He didn’t bruise one person but all were helpless and unarmed. My uncle was the embodiment of compassion and love. I missed him greatly. As I traveled from town to town, I stopped into each temple that I pasted to pay respects. My path respects all other paths as possible ways to enlightenment. It is up to the individual to find the right path for them. The last temple I had stopped into before the night was one of the old ones. Their tradition must have started long before the Buddha ever set foot on the earth. They worshipped the spirits of nature and honored the flow of prana and the way of the instincts over any simple human concept. During my travels, I’d learned of many quaint but effective spiritual traditions. The sun was setting early and the air was becoming chilly as I gained altitude, entering the foothills before the mountains. A light breeze blew through the evergreen trees. A few miles down the path after the temple, I found a small roadside hut with a good door that would keep out the forest’s land leaches for the night and slow down the entry of road pirates. It looked like a safe place to sleep in, equipped with a little stove for a warm fire. I entered the one room hut, rolled out my sleeping mat, and ate a light meal of oats, nuts and dried fruit. I then fell promptly to sleep with my head on my backpack as a pillow, fighting rope coiled next to my hand, my body worn out by the hard days travels. I awoke to the sounds of dripping water echoed off the damp cave cambers as candles and torches burned on the walls. Somehow, during the night the women of the temple that I had visited the night before, on my trip to Tibet, had secured my muscular body to some kind of stone altar. Panic filled me as I realized that they had tied me to the large slab of rock in the middle of the room by brown flexible leather lines. The unseen women had my wrists and ankles tied as well as my hips. For my hips, they had used a large leather belt around my waist to make me immobile. My adventure hardened muscles stood out from my body as I strained against the bonds in my attempts at escape. It was hopeless. I could not budge even my hips from the hard warm slab of rock. To make matters worse at least one woman was with me at all times and they didn’t just stand there and watch me. As I lay there, one of my attendants had mounted herself on my sore and stiff pole again. They had kept me erect for hours so far. The large mushroomed end was turning purple and the veins stood out like blue night crawlers on a wet rock. At first, I had thought that it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I woke to find a five foot tall redhead mouthing my lower regions with a quick passion. She ran her tongue around my balls and over my stomach until I was hard and then she promptly climbed onto the table standing with her feet on ether side of my hips while she disrobed. She started out with a red monk robe on but that was all she had on. After taking it off, she lowered her wet hole over me. The feeling of wet vaginal flesh on my virgin, for the month, pole made my skin crawl with desire. I could feel the head of it sliding through her wetness and then pressing against the firm opening. Just the tip was touching her and she was very slowly rubbing just the head of me against herself with small quick gyrations of her hips. Then with one motion, she dropped all her weight onto my hardness. Her body enveloped me completely. My hips bucked up to meet her thrust but the leather restraints completely frustrated my thrusting member. She then proceded to grind herself forcefully onto me in a way that left little room for my continued complaint. I relaxed into the feelings of her enveloping me. She was slowly pulling herself up my shaft and then lowering herself back down with slurping sounds. She kept me hard and excited with her slow rhythm but I could not orgasm from it. It was wonderful. As I lay there, I watched her breasts. They were the size of small grapefruits and her skin was that pale yellow color too. I wanted to touch her breast’s softness, to feel them under my strong fingers. I pulled on the bonds, my biceps rippling with strength, the ropes stretched just a little but I could not reach her at all. As I relaxed, the ropes pulled my arms back out over my head. The young woman riding my hard shaft watched as I strained against my bonds, a sparkle in her eyes, a spasm pulsing over my pole. The lust in her blue eyes was as undeniable as the fire in the lights reflected there. She reached back behind her thighs and cupped my balls in her fingers. In that position, with her nipples jutting out, she began to move more rapidly up and down. Her thighs rippling with the pleasure she was receiving. I could feel her insides contracting, just about to explode. My balls contracted up against my body getting ready to cum as she came. In response to the tightening of my scrotum, she wrapped her fingers around my balls, pulled my scrotum down, and with the other hand pressed hard on the space between my balls and my anus. Her hip movements became faster, more fevered. Her red lipped mouth opened with a panting, throaty cry, her crotch contracting with more pressure than I had ever felt from another woman. In her passion she pulled painfully hard on my scrotum. I tried to thrust up to cum but I could not move due to the bonds and I could not cum from the way she was holding me. In frustration I yelled, “Let me fuck you!” My cock burned to cum. She just looked down at me over her breasts as she relaxed from her orgasm and smiled. Then she righted herself and lifted herself off me. I could feel myself plop out, the cold air hitting my hot cock. I watched torpidly as she stood up, put on her red robe and walked out of sight. I lay there in frustration, my hardness bobbing ludely in the air. I lay on the warm slab or rock for some time struggling for my freedom and then my cock started to relax. It was not yet soft but not standing up on its own either. As I felt it withering, I heard the soft bare footsteps of the fiery robed woman coming back. She walked in with a pale blue robe and hood covering her face. She walked up to the table, reached out, and grabbed me semi-limp shaft. To my surprise, I realized this was not the same woman but a new taller sturdier one. My wet softening shaft in hand, she began to cup and rub the silky head of it. After that first encounter, I was very sensitive and the sensation of the velvety hand of the blue robed woman on my nether head made my hips jerk as uncontrolled impulses to pump into that feeling shocked my mind. It did not take long for me to become rock solid again. I waited for her to climb onto my hard shaft and impale herself but she didn’t. Instead, she walked to the head of the low table, pulled her robe up just over her hips, spread her knees apart and lowered herself onto my mouth. I still could not see much of her body but the hair growing from between her legs was long and back. The red inner lips were already sticking out from between the large swollen outer lips; a drip of her moisture glistened there. I was sex crazed at this point so naturally I complied in hopes of getting her so hot that she would take me to completion. I opened my mouth wide, sucking in the length of her sex. I placed my tongue between her inner lips and began to lick from the hard clit at the top down to her musty and salty opening. She tasted pungent. The smell of her sex coursing through my body, making me even harder, forced me into a frenzy. I wanted to reach up and grab her ass, pull her hard against my tongue but they had me helplessly tied. She was in total control of the pressure. I kept licking and licking. Her hips started to rock with the movements of my tongue. She was getting close to cuming. I could tell by the way she was panting and pressing harder and harder down onto my face. I licked her as intensely as I could, sucking her clit between my lips. I had made one woman cum on my cock and now the second was about to cum in my mouth as I licked her off. I was not going to take anymore of this. I need to cum. I had earned it. Watching her flat abdomen, I could see her stomach muscles starting to contract with the intensity of my tongue teasing her. I knew she was on the edge. Now was the time. I stopped licking her. She looked down into my eyes. She had beautiful blue eyes. I was shocked. It was the first time I had seen more of her than her red engorged double lips. I looked into her eyes and said, “I will not lick you off until you let me cum.” She looked at me and smiled, “It doesn’t work that way.” With that said she stood back, her bush just out of reach of my tongue but still close enough to strongly smell her and hear every sound from her wetness. She then reached down between her legs with her middle finger and slowly started rubbing her little button round and round. It made wet noises as she sped up. Her finger became a blur. Her knees started to buckle. Her cunt pushed into my rough face as her hands reached out to grab the edges of my imprisoning altar. I could not help myself. The wonton display of lust was too much for me. My mouth slurped up her juices and my tongue continued where she had left off. With just a few more flicks of my tongue and some groping of my lips on her inner lips she came with an ear piercing scream; her whole body shaking and pressing hard against my mouth. I needed to fuck her; my dick pulsed ineffectively in the air. She pulled back and stood up straight. Then she turned around and walked back towards the exit. “No!” I cried, “Please come back and fuck me.” I needed it very badly. All I could think about was cumming. She just left the room without a pause. I screamed, “Fuck me, please!” My dick was so large and hard it hurt as it pulsed and bobbed in the air. Immediately after the blue woman exited, a new woman dressed in a brown robe entered. She was a little plump but still very sexy. At that point, I really would not have cared if she had been ninety with no teeth as long as she was hot and wet and wanted to finish me. As the brown woman walked up to the table, I noticed that she smelled a lot like my garden, pleasant, just a bit like good fresh dirt. She walked over to where I could see her and set a pottery bottle of oil on the altar next to my hips. Then she dropped her robe to the floor. I looked over her body. She had large breast with large nipples that a baby had obviously suckled in the not to distant past. I loved the way her small amounts of fat padded her hips into curvy venusian shapes. Standing nude before me, she picked up the oil and poured it into her hand. The oil dripped over her fingers and onto my groin. It was very warm but not hot. Then she rubbed her strong hands together cupping the oil as it tried to run off. Taking the oil in her hands, she placed each hand over her firm breast, cupping them gently and rubbing the oil in, paying extra attention to her large nipples. The nipples responded by the whole areola contracting, thrusting her nipples out away from her full breasts. Her hands continued their circular motion covering more and more of her supple body with oil. I could smell the sent of the oil. It was olive oil with a strong bite of cedar and patchouli enhancing the earthy smells of this inexorable woman. Her hands were now working their way down. As her skillful hands burnished her whole belly with oil, she stopped and poured more oil into her hands. This she took and worked into the hair two hand widths below her navel. I could see the stone walls reflected in the large drops of oil that were running down, ever lower. Her fingers followed them down through the hair. Her hands worked the oils into her nether region, spreading her lips apart, her other hand pulling them out as she worked the oil into every little hidden space and then back further to the smaller hole behind the dripping wet one. Soon this hole was soon just as slippery as the one I did not have. After coating the rest of her body in oil, she dumped a large puddle of oil between my nipples. Taking her expert hands, she worked rhythmically on each of my muscles, very carefully avoiding both my nipples and groin. I was so turned on by the first two vixen using my body for their own pleasure that the mere fact of this one avoiding my erotic areas was enough to make my body writhe on the altar. I hungered for her to touch my pleasure areas with an unreal intensity. Every pass close to a sensitive area forced me to think about what I was missing. I hungered for this confident nude seductress more than I had wanted to cum into the first two. Her oily fingers started with my toes after rubbing oil into my large pecs and then she slowly worked her way up my legs, stroking each sore spot into bliss as she went; only stopping at my balls and starting all over again on my neck and working her way back to the top of my pubic hair. My manhood bobbed in anticipation of her next touch now that my body, covered in oil just like hers, could need no more attention. Climbing up onto the table, she placed one arm on each side of my hairy armpits. Then with her body stiff in a yoga like pose she slowly lowered her flesh over my body but without touching me. With her head bent to each side she leaned over and inhaled the strong sweat of the road from my armpits; reveling in the natural sexual odors she found there. I could see her eyes roll up into her head with each intoxicating breath, small quivers running through her body. Suddenly she went limp, her skin touching mine over every inch of me. She was as soft as an angora rabbit. I could feel her firm nipples pressing onto my untouched nipples: they burned with pleasure. My cock was between her legs, resting in the hair just outside of her crack. She lay there for sometime moving like a snail with her whole body sliding against mine. My nerves were on fire. Her slickness slithered against the oiled skin of my body. My shaft, hard as a rock between her soft legs, pulsed with desire as it slid up and down just outside of her fire. Slowly rubbing against me for at least a half stick of incense, she looked into my eyes and said, “Would you like to feel yourself enveloped in my tightest hole?” “Lord, yes.” I croaked. It was all I could say. My mind was loosing its grip on civilized thought. Raw lust coursed through my veins, controlling my every thought. Almost without moving, she slid her body up and then down mine until I could feel myself pressing hard up between her legs. Taking one oily hand, she reached down between us and guided my stiffness into a hole that I had not expected. I had never taken a woman in this way before. She was unbelievably tight. She pressed back wickedly hard and then with a sudden pop, felt more than heard, I was in her but only my bulbous tip. The shaft was still unsheathed. She pressed back harder, wiggling her hips from side to side, sliding her stomach across mine, forcing me in deeper. Her large breasts at the other end of the wiggle also slid back and forth across my chest. Raw animal lust surged through my body but I was unable to do anything about it as I tried to buck. I gave up my struggles and I just laid there and felt my hardness slowly sliding deeper, ever deeper, completely under her control, into her dark tightness. After some time of sliding me into herself she stopped and lifted her hips, pulling me almost all the way back out. With a swift motion, she pressed back again emitting a low guttural grunt of pleasure. This time I slid into her smoothly without all the work. It was the most intense sensation I had felt yet. My hardness sliding into her very tight back door and out again in a squeezing tight grip was unlike anything I had ever felt. It was so tight that I could not cum but so intoxicating that all I could think about was the pure sensations of sliding in and out, over and over. Her incredible endurance numbed my mind. I wanted to cum but my body couldn’t do it. She just kept pumping me for what seemed like hours. The pressure was too much for my balls to take and they knew it. I grunted in unison with her, with each tempo increasing thrust. With her body sweating and sliding over mine with each hungry pumping motion, she reached down between her legs. Her hand and arm easily sliding between us on a cushion of sweat and oil. I could feel her working her clit with her finger. Sweat dripped from her face as she shafted me. Her face grimacing with the pure pleasure of me stuffed up inside her and her finger causing lighting like bolds to transcend her consciousness with a pristine bliss. With an earth shaking seizure, her whole body went ridged. Her legs quivered her ass spasmed on my hardness. I could not respond. I groaned out load. I couldn’t cum. She lay on top of me for a long while. The tightness of her grip on my cock not letting me deflate. Then she slowly got up, sliding her body sideways off mine. As she got off me, she slowly and firmly pulled my cock out of her dark hole. It felt like I was going to pop as the blood pooled into the swollen head. She casually put her robe back on and left just as she had come. The next woman floated in, draped in a green robe covered in light green feathers. Her skin was olive and her hair was shoulder length, dark and curly. She walked over to me and looked into my eyes. Her eyes were the richest brown I had ever seen in my life. “How you doing?” she asked as she pulled her robe off her slight shoulders. In her hand, she held a small knife. “Fine. What’s the knife for?” I could not control the rising panic. Was I to be a sacrifice? “I plan on setting you free.” Her eyes roamed my body, fixing on my hard member, as she spoke with a soft sexy voice. “So do it then!” I gasped. “I was going to but. . .” Her hand hesitantly reached out and brushed my hairy chest and then she sucked on her three fingers and slowly circled her wet fingers around my nipple. My pole pulsed with the touch as my areola contracted, a small whimper escaped my open lips. “Do you like that? I have not had a man’s cock in months. I’m sorry.” She looked into my eyes. “Yes,” I panted. I was too far-gone to say anything more. She dropped her green feathered robe onto the floor and crouched down placing her small firm breast in my constrained hand. Her small pink breast was soft and warm. I used what little freedom my hand had to rub and play with her perky nipple. She purred from deep within and pressed herself more firmly against my probing fingers. “I’m so wet,” she said as she climbed on top of me her thighs spread widely over my hips. Her wetness dripped onto my shaft. She lowered herself so that the soft flesh smeared the wetness over the head of my cock. My hips pulsed from the smooth caress, forcing the head slightly up into her. Monk All Tied Up “My god that feels good,” she cooed. She leaned forward and kissed my lips; her tongue finding mine and softly dancing within my hungry mouth. Her lips pressed to mine; she pressed her hips slowly back, sliding my shaft farther into her. As she bottomed out a deep sigh escaped her lips. A wave passed up my firm manhood, my toes tingled, curling up with pleasure. She pressed her soft lips more firmly over mine. The green woman’s body pressed firmly against mine, she started a light movement. As she continued to kiss me her pelvis began to grind against mine. This motion caused my hardness to slide in and out of her but not much. I wanted go grab onto her hips and go. Most of the friction was between our pubic bones. My cock was so sensitive that just about anything would have made me cum but this was just to slight. I craved more. Her body tightened over mine, her pace picked up. A low moan escaped her lips. The moan increased each time she rocked her hips down firmly on to me. Her dew dripping down my balls, quivering with her intense slow movements. “I’m cumming,” she groaned. Her body froze. I could feel her glove like tightness pulsing down my shaft. Her hips rocked slowly, stiffly. “Fuck me, pump me, hard!” I yelled. She looked at me, regaining her mind from her pleasure shocked body. “I have to go!” she said looking about the room and quickly sliding off me. I could hear her footsteps flying out of the room. I looked around as best I as could. The little knife was within reach of my hand. I quickly grabbed it. This was my chance to escape. I couldn’t understand why she had done it. I didn’t care. I wanted out. Who knows what they would do to me next. I liked my life and even if they kept me alive, they might never let me cum again. I cut the leather at my wrist. It was hard and awkward. I did it. I could hear voices down the hall. I worked fast. After cutting the wrist free, the rest was easy. I rolled off the alter landing softly on my feet. My knees buckled. I grabbed the altar to stay up right and rubbed life back into my legs as the spasms and spins from standing to fast retreated. The voices were getting closer from the main passage. I looked around and saw that there was a little side passage. I took it at a quick walk. I could not go too fast; I might stumble into them. I did not dare go slowly. My heart pounded in my ears sounding load enough to give me away. At the end of the dark passage was a second altar. Tied to it was a woman. No, a goddess! She possessed long strong legs, wide hips, and strong stomach. Her breasts were large but not too large for running. It looked to me like she was about twenty-three. Her face was round and very asian looking with out the eyes. Her eyes were grass green and bright. There was a smart mind behind those eyes. She looked at me as best as she could. The temple had tied her up the same way I had been in the other chamber. “Are you here to tease me too? Won’t you just let me cum, please? Please at least let me feel you cum in me!” Her eyes were desperate, pleading. “I’m going to free you,” I said as I started cutting the bindings. It only took a few seconds and she was free. She jumped from the table and into my arms. “I feel so good to be free. Thank you!” she said, as she wrapped her arms around me, pressing my back into the cold wall behind me. Our naked bodies, tortured from hours of foreplay without release, responded to the excitement and press of pink, hot, flesh the way you would expect. Her lips found mine. My cock hardened as she kissed me. Her leg wrapped around behind mine, her wonton box pressing into my stiffness. With one lustful thrust I was in her; her tunnel still dripping wet from the hours of forced, skillful licking and probing. Her knees buckled, shifting her harder onto my sensitive cock. I place my hand in the small of her back, supporting her as I thrust again into her. She let out a load grunt and started quivering, thrusting her hips uncontrollably like a dog in heat. Her sharp sound and sudden lust brought me back to my senses, long enough to realize we still needed to escape first. I grabbed her under her armpits and pushed her back, my cock rudely popping out and bobbing in the air. I wanted her worse that anyone I had ever wanted but life came first. I looked into her lust filled eyes. She looked like she was drugged, staring at my cock. “Please!?”, she said. She looked desperate. “NO!” I shouted at her. “We are leaving now!” I took her by the hand and started dragging her down the next hallway. They would discover me missing soon. This hallway ran up and then into a large room with floor level tables and rugs. The walls were beautiful, all covered with picture of plants and trees. On the other side of the room was a shelf with coats and shoes. That was the way out. I ran over to the shelf and grabbed what looked like the right sized shoes and coats for us. I would not have worked to try to escape bare foot and nude. “What’s your name?” I asked as we quickly put on our new clothing. “I’m Yellow Hawk,” she said. I pulled her out the door and into a large garden. The garden had everything one could want to eat. It even had very old looking cherry trees and grape vines. I had seen this garden the first time I was here. The way out was to the north. I ran north as fast as I could go; picking up a shovel on the way and dragging Yellow with me. At the edge of the garden between the path to freedom and us stood three large women with long hooked quarterstaffs. I walked to a spot six feet beside the last fighter on my left side. I wanted to put them in a line with me using my right side and them having to fight left sided. As I walked, they spread out, flanking me. They knew what they were doing. I could be in trouble. I had to take them out fast. No second chances. Three tries to kill me were too much in my book. I had the first one on my terms. The other two could not get into position quickly enough to help her. I walked towards her, letting my guard down just a little. She had the open target of my right forearm but nowhere else. In a wickedly fast strike, the staff descended to break my wrist; at the very second I let it come within range. It was just what I was waiting for. I stepped to the side letting her blow just miss my wrist. My counter strike was part of the movement. The shovel came down between her hands on the stick. The stick slammed into the ground out of her hands and my shovel bounced up from the blow and into her face as my foot stepped behind hers. Off her feet she went, landing hard on her back. She was ok but not getting up for sometime. One down two to go. The two circled me, hooks looking for an opening. One stepped into range. I struck with an upper cut with the blade of the shovel. Bad move, it missed. The other woman used the time to hook one of my legs. The one I had just chopped at dove on me as I fell. She sat straddling my chest trying to pin my arms. The other grabbed at my head. I grabbed her leg, pulling her down and using the leverage to get behind her with a choke hold. She would be out in seconds if the other woman was not grabbing my muscular forearm and taking the entire choke out of the chokehold. We rolled around fighting for position. Then the woman pulling on my arm grunted and I heard her ribs break. Yellow had kicked her hard in the floating ribs. She was out of it now. With her out the last one passed out in seconds from a lack of blood to the head. Yellow Hawk dragged me puffing to my feet. We ran as fast as my winded condition would let us. I could hear more people behind us. The woods were thick, the underbrush thicker. I ducked off the path taking Yellow with me. At first, she resisted but then easily gave in. I pulled her down into a large dense thicket of ferns. Our breathing was loud and ragged in our ears. Our hearts beat with the fear of the doomed. We waited. At last, a group of men on horseback raced past followed by more women with hooked staffs. I waited with Yellow for a few hours until dust. The whole time neither of us moved a muscle as we lay with our bodies pressed together. I didn’t move but all I could think about after the big rush ran out was taking this woman and making her mine. I wanted to see her squirming under me as my hard member shot a pulsing hot load into her orgasming body. My cock was hard between us. She looked into my eyes and said very softly, “Later”. It was not a request or a sexual submission but a yearning demand. At dusk we made our way slowly and silently back to my cabin. I picked up my weapon and other belongings and headed out into the brush again. After walking a few more miles and finding, a dark safe campsite without leaches, we went to sleep. Both of us were way to exhausted to think much about sex. I pulled her soft yielding body to mine and fell fast asleep with her arms wrapped around my body. The sun rising in the west awoke me. I slipped from Yellow Hawks arms to take care of my normal morning bush business. After, I walked back to the camp with some water from the stream. I was surprised to see Yellow coming from the bushes too. She was still wearing the overcoat but nothing else. In her hands was a last load of firewood. I walked over to her and helped make a nice morning fire and then some tea. We sat together eating some shoe leather hard ox jerky and some plumbs I had found down by the stream bank. Watching her, I was surprised to see that our bodies were moving together, our timing sinking up with out thought. Yellow took a last bite of plum. I watched as some juice ran down her red lips. I reached out and wiped it off with my two fingers. She took my wrist in her hand and pulled my fingers to her lips. Slowly she sucked my sticky sweet fingers into her mouth. “There all clean.” She said smiling. “Not quite”, I replied as I leaned into her pressing her onto her back next to the warm fire. I opened her coat and she opened mine as I climbed on top of her. She spreading her legs as my hips fell naturally between her long thighs. I lowered my lips to hers but before I kissed her, I liked off the plumb juice from her soft lips. “You taste very good,” I laughed. She responded by kissing me deeply, her fingers grabbing my developed butt muscles and pulling my very hard cock into her little inches at a time. I helped; pulling back slightly and sliding in deeper each time coating my thick pole with her wetness. With each thrust, I could feel my heart bonding with hers. Our breath came together as we moved in a soft rhythm with each other. Our breathing picking up, our bodies on fire, we began to thrust into each other with an animal passion never felt before. I needed her. She needed me. We both felt all the sexual frustration of the previous day coming to a head. “Please don’t stop!” she looked into my eyes with desperation. “My cock wants you like no other”, I growled back. My lust at new heights; I fucked her like a mad lust crazed elephant. I couldn’t have stopped if the end of the world began right then. Yellow’s body started bucking so hard against mine that I had to pin her arms over her head to keep pounding into her. Yellow grunted with each thrust. My pace increased. My cock was on fire. I fucked her even harder, my balls contracted up, a trembling buzzing pain of pleasure gripped my skin, my cock, my whole body. Yellow wrenched her hands free grunting and growling like a well fucked cat. Her freed fingers dug into my ass, her body convulsed, trembling. Inside her cunt was grabbing my full hard cock with a firm pulsing, ripple of sex. My waves of pleasure bust forth spurting deep inside her. I pumped over and over, feeling the orgasm gripping us. The pain was unbearable. My body just kept pumping. Yellow was yelling, “Oh god yes, oh fuck, ah, ah, ah, ah!” Slowly the fiery burning pleasure resided into little waves and pops of bliss and after shocks rippled their way through our bodies. It would start in one of us, make that person jump and pump into the other and then the shocks of pleasure and motion would echo back and forth until they too receded into a soft exhausted peace. I looked into her eyes and she into mine. “I love you,” She said. I thought about it for a second and realized she was right. “I love you too,” I said. After resting a bit my cock never getting very soft we started moving again. This time staring into each other’s eyes, our bodies forgotten. Back at the temple, the old woman and the old man, duel heads of the temple sat looking into each other’s eyes. Him sitting cross-legged, nude in the middle of a large silk bed. Her cross-legged also but with her legs wrapped around his waist. His heard cock blissfully held by her strong wet love chamber. “I am so glad for Yellow that after passing her temple apprenticeship, we found such a great husband for he,” said the old man. “Yes, she will make a great temple leader. I am sure that her husband will too after she gets done training him.” “My cock still twitches when I think back to your training of me. I don’t know why I resisted it for so long. All you wanted was for me to be your partner and lover.” “It always goes that way. That’s why we have to make the man think he saved the woman. The woman lustfully lies on the table for a few minutes knowing that she will get the fuck of her life if he’s worth a dam and left for the next man if he’s a coward or just selfish.” “Yes, it’s a great system, love.”