1 comments/ 8322 views/ 0 favorites Velvet House Chronicles Ch. 01 By: lineryder1000 Chapter One The Beginning As we drove along the narrow mountain road, a question began to come in my mind as to how good an idea this really was. I had received recommendations about this resort from close friends, who had told me, in hushed whispers, how awe inspiring it was. The price tag seemed to bear out their stories, but now, following this narrow path through the rural mountain passes, I began to wonder just what I had gotten us into. You sat beside me, quietly smiling. I knew your looks too well by this point in our relationship. You were having the same misgivings, but were waiting for your chance to really gig me about it. I turned up the music on the radio and began looking for a place along the narrow road to turn around, bracing for the hard teasing I knew you would give me, when suddenly we rounded a curve and the hills seems to fall away, revealing what could only be called a medieval castle, in all its glory, standing starkly before us in the moonlight. "Oh my," you whispered softly. "You really weren't kidding, were you?" I spun the wheel and turned into the wide driveway, coming to a stop before the drawbridge of the huge gothic structure. I turned and looked at you and winked. "Did you ever have any doubt?" You reached across the car and took a swat at me with your beaded handbag. "Don't give me that, Buster," you snipped. "You were looking for a place to turn around when this place showed up." It dawned upon me, at that moment, that it is wonderful to have a lover who knows you so completely, and it is also a handicap in moments like these. A valet parking attendant suddenly appeared at your door and opened it. His eyes registered complete approval as he watched your trim legs swing out of the Mercedes and he offered you his hand. "Welcome to Velvet House," he said with crisp attention to you in particular. "We've been expecting you. Walter will show you up to the main house." A trim young man in a liveried jacket appeared at your elbow as I walked around the car to join you. Walter took your elbow and I followed as we walked across the drawbridge and then up about twenty stone steps to stand before a huge set of oak doors. The sound of music came from somewhere behind the massive doors. I turned and winked at you as Walter grasped one of the huge iron door knockers and pounded it upon the surface of the dark wood, producing a resounding report and making the both of us jump in response. The huge door swung open and Walter bowed and was suddenly gone. We stepped inside and two young women attended us immediately. They were both blonde with very long hair, which was arranged so that it trailed over their right shoulders in a long, thick braid. They were both dressed in short velvet tunics of a deep blue, and they wore roman style sandals with blue velvet straps which wound around their legs up to the calf muscles. The effect was quite fetching, but nothing compared to the effect you had on me as the two blonde servants slipped your evening cloak from your shoulders. You were stunning, in an evening dress of long black silk which covered your front completely from your ankles to a high collar around your slender neck. The dark material clung hungrily to every curve and swell of your lithe body, caressing the full swell of your breasts in dark beauty and falling completely away at your shoulders, leaving your back white and enticingly naked, all the way to the gentle flair of your sculpted bottom. Your hair hung down your bare back like a pale waterfall and swayed, gently with your every movement. The only jewelry to grace your already perfect appearance, was a slender platinum anklet, which encircled the ankle of your left foot just above your black, high heeled sandal. The sparkling chain was a complete circle, interrupted only by a single platinum disk, bearing the interlaced 44, which is my ranch brand and the mark of all I care for. The two blonde servants smiled and giggled as they took my topcoat and retired into the cloakroom. They could not help noticing my eyes as they devoured you. I suppose I should have been more discreet, but at the moment, I didn't care who knew what I felt. The curtains which stood between us and the sounds of music and laughter suddenly drew back and we were greeted by a very tall, very pale woman with long black hair and hypnotic grey eyes. As she approached I could not help but notice the cat like grace of her movements. She was wrapped in an elegant Victorian style, velvet gown of the deepest red. In true Victorian style she was covered from head to foot, but the soft material was tucked and gathered in precise tailoring, to show every facet of her figure. "Good evening." Her voice was low and rather husky, yet filled with a haughty edge. "I am Veronica. --- And you would be?" I reached into the pocket inside my tux jacket and produced the card declaring our reservations. Her fingers took the card but her grey eyes never left you, until she had visually caressed the entire length of you. A dim glow seemed to burn behind the grey of her eyes and she sighed slightly, as she tore her eyes from your silk covered body to look at the printed card in her hand. "Oh Yes. Of course. ----- We've been expecting you." She snapped her fingers and a tall muscular young man in a black waiter's jacket appeared at her side. "This is Armand. He will show you to your table and attend to your every wish. ----- Welcome to Velvet House." As she turned to go I stopped her with a hand on her sleeve. Her eyes flashed a bit and she turned to me. "Yes?" she asked in a low but cool voice. "We still have some luggage in the car. I wonder -----." She turned to look at the both of us with some scrutiny and then remarked, "Your luggage has already been attended to, however you should not need anything. Your every need has been anticipated." You stepped toward her and in a hushed voice said. "I have some personal items that -----. "She turned to you and took your hands in her own and speaking in a low voice replied, "Of course. Everything you have brought has been sent up to your room, but I hope you will allow us to pamper you in our own style while you are our guests. We have a certain reputation to uphold, you know. Now go. Enjoy your evening and leave everything to us." She smiled and unusually sweet smile and then walked away. You and I looked at each other and followed Armand across the crowded dance floor to our table. The air of the entire place was lively and a bit out of place. The great hall of the castle seemed an odd place for a nightclub dance floor, but as we walked through the swirling couples and took our seats, the air was filled with music and the sound of pleasant laughter. It was a place for the upper class to play, and we were a part of it on this cool fall night. As I took you in my arms and swirled you across the floor, I could not help being overcome by the spell of your beauty. I was not the only one. It was obvious that every eye in the room followed you as we swayed and moved to the music. In fact, there was a definite feeling of envy in the air. We did not notice at first, but it became obvious that the rest of the party began to diminish in size, each time you and I took to the dance floor. Each time we returned to the table, there were fewer and fewer people in the room, until after the last dance, we were the only people on the floor. In fact, we were the only people left in the huge room. The lights began to dim and we looked around in confusion as Veronica came to meet us in the middle of the floor, carrying an antique kerosene lamp. The unsteady flickering of the flame caused a dancing light to accentuate the darkness of her hair and the pale grey of her eyes as she approached and silently indicated with one hand that we should follow her. You looked up at me with a certain trepidation in the blue of your eyes, and I smiled and nodded assurance as Veronica led us toward the huge curving staircase which led up and away from the great hall. We could not help but notice, as Veronica climbed the stairs just ahead of us, that she was voluptuous under the concealing velvet of the Victorian dress and her cat like grace filled each movement of her body with suggestive allure, yet there was a quiet sadness about her. Something you would not expect in someone so lovely. We followed her up flights of stairs and along dark corridors, decorated with shields and weapons and portraits of past inhabitants of the castle, until we came to a large carved door. Veronica opened the door with a large iron key and ushered us inside. The room was amazingly large and the floor covered with thick Persian carpets. There was a double archway on the opposite wall that led through leaded glass doors, out onto a balcony which overlooked the stone parapets of the castle. The center piece of the room was a large carved bed, which had posts that were as thick as an oak tree and held up a rich canopy, of gold braid and deep red velvet. There were candles burning on every nook and cranny in the room, giving off a sensual undulating light, and highlighting the look of wonder on your lovely face. Veronica placed the iron key in my hand and then turned to face you, the flickering light playing off both your faces and accentuating the stark differences between you. Her dark austere beauty seemed to soak up the wavering light, while your bright, sensitive loveliness seemed to cast a glow of its own. "I hope you will be comfortable here. It is a very special room." Veronica lifted her hand and gently swept a tiny lock of blonde hair away from your face. Her fingers stayed to caress your cheek for only an instant, and her voice dropped into almost a low whisper. "I picked it especially for you. ------- I will be back shortly with your nightcap." With a graceful, cat like turn, she closed the door and was gone. We looked at each other and smiled, and then you stood up on your toes and threw your arms around my neck, kissing me with mischievous delight. "This is just wonderful," you said, between flurries of tiny kisses. "Did you know the place would be like this?" You slipped off your high heeled sandals and ran across the room to jump upon the huge bed and began bouncing on your knees there. The effect of your body bouncing beneath the clinging beauty of the black silk was having its effect upon me and I slipped off my tuxedo jacket and tossed it upon a chair as I crossed the floor to stand at the foot of the bed. I started to climb onto the velvet coverlet when your tiny foot, covered in a sheer silk stocking pressed against my chest and stopped me. "Hold it right there, cowboy. Where do you think you're going?" I smiled at you and grasped your foot, intending to move it aside and climb onto the bed next to you, when a second silk covered foot pressed against my chest as well, holding me at bay. Your blue eyes danced in the wavering fire of the candle light and your smile told me that you had made up your mind about something. "This is a night that requires a little decorum." My brows knitted and it became obvious that I did not understand. You smiled, indulgently and pressed your toes against the front of my white shirt. "You sir, will go into that bathroom over there and strip off this money suit, while your lady gets ready for you, in this wonderfully plush bedroom." I looked at you and smiled and grasped your ankles, starting to whisk then aside and bring your lovely body to mine, when your feet pressed harder on my chest and stopped me. "No, Robert. I'm serious. A place like this is special, and a girl needs to feel special while she's here. So ---- off with you. ---Now. ----- I'll call you when I'm ready." Your brows were knitted in sheer determination and as anxious as I was to feel you against me, I was overcome by the beautiful picture of you seated on the bed in that clinging silk gown with your feet planted firmly against my chest pleading for a chance to become more beautiful for me. ------ I was forced to admit that you had captured me completely, long ago, and I could deny you nothing. "OK," I said, with a faked air of rejection. You squealed with pleasure and tucked your knees under you, rising up to untie my bow tie with deft feminine fingers and pull me close so you could kiss my cheek and whisper in my ear, "You won't be disappointed." I slipped my lips onto your own, and felt the magic begin to grow between us. When we could breathe again, I whispered back to you, "Terri, you have never been any kind of disappointment to me." You reached around and pinched my butt with amazingly strong fingers and issued and order in a strong voice. "GO! ----- I will call you when I'm ready." "Yes my lady." I turned and started for the bathroom, shutting the door behind me as I entered the alabaster chamber. As I began to ready myself for the event to come, I began to talk to your through the walls. "This is really more than I had anticipated." "What?" Your voice was muffled a bit, and I surmised that you were slipping off the black silk. "I said that this place is more than I had anticipated. It's pretty plush." Your voice came to me from what seemed the center of the room. "I think it's elegant. It's the kind of place I've always wanted to go with you." I slipped out of my clothes and stood naked before the alabaster sink. I looked into the wide mirror trying to see if I looked any better than usual. I sighed and shook my head and looked at the confusing series of bronze handles on the slick surface surrounding the sink. I assumed one of them turned on the water, but had no way to tell which one. "What do you think of Veronica?" Your question caught me a bit off guard and I stammered an answer as I searched for the handle which would bring water into the basin. "I don't know," I said, distractedly. "She's a little intense, if you ask me." I turned one of the bronze handles and suddenly, before my eyes, the large mirror before me morphed into a huge, wide screen plasma television and I was looking at you, sitting on the end of the bed, seductively taking off your silk stockings. I was transfixed as I stared at the scene of unparalleled beauty unfolding before me. You were completely naked, except for a black thong and the sheer silk stockings. You leaned back on the bed, lifting your trim leg into the air and pointing your toes, as you rolled off the lace topped silk. "She's very beautiful." I swallowed hard and began to feel my manhood react as you tossed the cast off stocking across the room and raised the other leg, lifting your fingers to unfasten the tiny platinum anklet and lay it on the bed beside you. I felt my breathing get faster as you raised your hands once again and began the lovely task of removing the sheer silk. "Robert." I started at the sound of your voice. "She's very beautiful, don't you think?" I wet my lips nervously as you tossed the second stocking away and raised your legs, placing both your tiny bare feet on the huge carved bedpost. You stretched luxuriously, and then reached to replace the platinum anklet around the milk white skin of your trim ankle. The silver of the metal glinted in the candle light and you lay back against the velvet coverlet and raised your leg, pointing your roes and turning your ankle, admiring the sparkle of the subtle light on the small token of my fidelity to you. "Uh, --- I suppose so." My words stumbled as I watched you rise from the bed and walk directly toward me in the television screen. You stopped and ran your fingers through the luxuriant blonde mane of your hair. You seemed to be looking straight at me, and then I realized that you were standing before the large mirror above the marble topped dresser, in the bedroom. The camera must have been hidden behind that mirror, and I realized that you hd ni idea that I could see you. "You only suppose that she's beautiful?" Your voice toyed with me, as you often did, and I felt my pulse beat harder at my temples as you raised your fingers to the pink nipples of your beasts and began to let them play there. "I have another's beauty on my mind right now." You smiled and let your finger stray to your lips where your tongue darted out and anointed them with glistening drops of moisture, which you transferred to the stiffening points of your nipples. Your fingertips rubbed and played there, and you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to sway slightly, as the pink flesh began to swell with desire and stiffen to needy points on the abundant swell of your breasts. "Terri? Are you about ready for me?" I stammered out the words as the head of my swelling manhood brushed against the cold of the alabaster around the sink and reminded me of the power that was growing in me, the power of my want for you. You opened your eyes and looked at yourself in the mirror, your tiny hands caressing the full weight of your breasts and causing you to sigh. You picked up a short length robe of black oriental silk and slipped it over your shoulders, leaving the front open. You walked back to the center of the room and climbed up on the huge bed, turning to face the bathroom door and tucking your smooth legs under you. You ran your fingers along the open front of the black silk, arranging it so that it would give me a stunning view of the deep valley between your soft breasts. You took a long breath and then called out my name. "Robert." I quickly slipped into the black silk robe which was hanging on the bathroom door, trying in vain to conceal the stiffening bulge of my erection, and opened the door. You looked absolutely heavenly, sitting on the end of that massive bed with your legs tucked under you and the candle light making amazing flecks of light appear in your deep blue eyes. As I neared the foot of the bed, you held your hands out to me and I took them in my own. You rose up on your knees and leaned forward, as I bent to kiss your lips. The touch of our kiss brought a gasp from both of us, as our mouths opened and our tongues caressed in a dance of adoration which held us motionless and wrapped us in dizzying torrents of pure delight. We lost ourselves entirely and could not tell that we had ever been apart, but always been just one soul. I slipped my hands under the open folds of your black robe, letting my fingers search and caress, bringing from your lips a small hiss, as my fingers brushed against the soft underside of your breasts and I took their full weight in my hands. I let my lips move to the slender nape of your neck raising goose bumps there and causing little thrills to run along your spine. My thumbs closed upon the straining tips of your stiffened nipples and your whole body reacted, letting your robe slip until it hung off your white shoulders, baring the whole beauty of your full breasts for my eyes to feast upon. My breath caught in my throat and my erection parted my robe in hungry reaction, as I lifted your breasts and bent my lips to kiss the erect points of your desire. You arched your back and pressed the softness of you breast against my lips as I sucked the stiffened flesh and let my tongue dance and play there. You reached above your head, and grasped the red velvet ropes which hung off the large canopy above the bed. You wrapped your wrists in the velvet strands and gripped them hard with your fingers, hanging heavily upon them as I sucked hard upon the sensitive spikes of your passion and caused your body to rise up against me in pure want. My lips left your nipples, causing you to hiss an appeal between gasping breaths. "No. Robert. --- suck -- please -----Suck me!!" I stood back and stripped my own black robe from my body and pulled you toward me, holding you close, allowing only your hardened nipples to touch my bare chest. I moved your body back and forth so that they rubbed against me, sending waves of pleasure straight through me, causing my manhood to ache with the want of you. Your body felt the sensations as well and you gripped the velvet ropes hard and swung your trim legs out from under you, wrapping them around me and squeezing with a vengeance, while I bent to kiss you once more. Velvet House Chronicles Ch. 01 Suddenly there was a light knock at the door. We both froze and held our breath. The knock came again, but more insistent this time. We looked at each other, and then started to giggle. The knock came a third time and we both scrambled to get our robes back on. I walked gingerly to the door and opened it slightly. Veronica was standing outside the door. As it opened, she looked at me with those large grey eyes and spoke with controlled tones. "Your nightcap." In her left hand she held a silver tray, which had on it a decanter filled with a mysterious looking green liquid. "The nightcap. ----- It is a tradition here at Velvet House." I looked over at you and you shrugged your shoulders, so I opened the door and Veronica entered and made her way across the room to the dresser on the far side. She was no longer wearing the long red velvet. Now she was covered in a deep red nightdress, which hung to the floor, but scooped low at the neckline, leaving no doubts about the bounty of her voluptuous charms. Her dark hair hung in rich curls down her back and stood out against the red silk of her gown. Veronica set the tray down upon the dresser and took two small aperitif glasses from a drawer, pouring a small portion of the green libation into each glass. She handed one to me and then walked to the bed, offering you the other. You took the glass and then asked, "Aren't you going to join us?" She turned and returned to the dresser, placing the glass stopper back in the bottle. "No! I appreciate your generous offer, but ..." You jumped up from the bed and came across the room to stand next to her. You placed a hand on her arm and insisted that she stay and have a drink with us. "You simply must join us. Isn't that right, Robert." I nodded silently, as Veronica turned to look in the mirror. I saw the fire starting in her grey eyes and I saw how hard she was trying to control it. "Now that is all there is to it," you said, as you picked up another small glass from the drawer and poured her drink from the bottle. "This is a marvelous color. What do you call it?" Veronica took the glass and stared deeply into the green liquid. She raised her eyes to look at the huge bed for a moment and then turned her gaze upon you, her grey eyes lapping up your beauty. "It's called Velvet Obsession and is made right here in the castle." Her grey eyes seemed to glow as she looked at you, then at me and raised her glass in a toast. "To your night." We both drank of the green liquid, but Veronica seemed hesitant. She then realized we were watching and she raised the glass to her lips and drank down the draft. Her body shivered ever so slightly and she leaned back upon the dresser for support. The thin silk of her nightgown could not hide the fact that her nipples were growing into swollen points and her eyes seemed filled with a desperate need. She placed her glass on the surface of the dresser and let her fingers slip slightly around the wet rim. She raised them to her lips and let her tongue dart out, tasting and savoring the last drops of the Velvet Obsession. She turned to go and you walked her to the door. As she opened the heavy oak and stepped into the hall, she looked back at you and suddenly reached up to cares your cheek. "It's good that you have each other, my pretty," she whispered in a low voice filled with intensity. "It can become an addiction." She left as suddenly as she had come and just as mysteriously. You shut the heavy oak door and crossed the carpeted floor back to where I stood pouring us another drink of the house special. You looked back at the door and then up at me, taking the glass in your hand and sipping of the green liquid. "She's ----," you started, but sipped and thought for a moment. "Strange," I interjected, sipping some of the green stuff myself and feeling a strange fire beginning to grow within me. "No," you said sipping down the last of the Velvet Obsession in your tiny glass. "Sad, rather dramtic, but a little frightened, I think." You started to set down your glass and stopped. Your hand trembled a little and your eyes rose to meet mine. There was a vague sense of wonder there as we looked into each other and felt this strange heat, this strange liquid hunger, begin to spread through our bodies. You set your glass down and raised a hand to you face. I reached out to steady you and asked, "Terri, Are you alright?" You let your fingers graze along your cheek and then gently let them slide along the nape of your slender neck. "No. No I feel alright," you whispered to me in a distracted voice, as you let your fingers open the front of your silk robe and caress the hanging swell of your breasts. "That's just it. I feel." "What?" "I feel. --- Oh Robert! I feel everything, everywhere!" I was feeling the same sort of effects, as my manhood seemed to be growing and becoming like a slick, aching stone. You looked down at your fingertips, which were gently rubbing your swelling nipples and watched as you dug your nails hard into the white softness of your breasts. "Yes. I feel everything. It's like my whole body is alive for the very first time. I feel it, and I want ---Oh Robert I want so!" You opened your hands and let your open palms rub against the strident points of your nipples, letting your body sway with the sensual excitement. Your motion began fueling the fire that the green liquid was building in my loins. I ached for you in ways that I had never dreamed of. My shaft stood out hard and growing and as I moved close to you, the slick head brushed across your leg and you opened your eyes and looked down in pure unadulterated lust. You fell to your knees before me and took my swelling cock in your soft fingers and pulled. The liquid fire growing within me surged in my ears and made me gasp for breath as you brought the head of my manhood to your lips and began to kiss there. You had been absolutely right. I had never felt quite like this before. My skin seemed attuned to every touch from you. As your sweet lips touched my raging member, I felt it in every cell of my body, and I lost all ability to think about anything, but the sensation you were giving me. I wanted nothing but more and more of you. I had never felt this way before, nor had I ever loved you so much. I laced my fingers in the thick mane of your blonde hair and pulled your lips farther onto me, growling with sensual need, as your tongue lathed and swirled about my aching spear and my hips began to move in answer to your artful teasing. As my cock surged in and out of your lips, you sucked me harder and harder, opening your throat wider, in anticipation of what was to come. I gripped you hair tighter and began to plead with you in a voice that came from my deepest need. "Oh Yes, Terri, Baby. ---- God! Suck it. ---OH Honey ---Oh Baby, I'm going to cum. Terri. I -- God! Gonna CUM!!!" I gripped your hair tightly and tried to pull you away, but you reached around me, digging your fingernails into my ass and sucked even harder, until my whole body stiffened and bucked and thick loads of jism began to spurt into your mouth and flood down your throat. Your lips remained fixed upon me and you swallowed again and again until my cum shone on your sweet lips, reflecting in the candle light and hanging down in strings from your mouth. I had never cum like before, but my member remained erect and hungry for more of you. My whole body wanted you with a power that shook me as my orgasm waned. I picked you up from your kneeing position on the floor and cradled you in my arms, kissing you and licking the nectar of my passion from your lips. My chest was heaving and my dick swelled even harder than before, as I carried you to the huge bed, stripped the black robe from your body and tossed you onto the red velvet. The green stuff we had imbibed had completely stripped me of having any response but pure sexual desire of you. As you lay on the red velvet coverlet, your long blonde hair splayed out around your head like a halo, standing out against the red of the velvet and giving you an angelic beauty. Your naked body drove me even deeper into the heat of my want, and I knew by the fire growing behind the blue of your eyes, that the Velvet Obsession had taken control of you, as well. You raised your legs, pointing your toes to the ceiling and beckoned me to come to you. I slipped between your soft thighs, bringing my kiss to the already wet lips of your pussy and loving the gasp of need which came from you. I had tasted your passion before, but this night I craved the dew of your desire on my tongue more than ever. I slipped my hands under your smooth bottom and squeezed as I let my tongue slip along the wet folds of your lips, tasting you, adoring you. You spread your upraised legs in a wide v and grabbed the back of my head, pressing my lips harder against your pussy. My cock reacted to your powerful response and began to throb as my hips started to roll, rubbing the slick head along the soft velvet of the coverlet. I slipped my tongue slowly inside you and began to drink of your passion. God, it was wonderful. I had never felt anything like it. I could feel the warm invitation of your sweet nectar not just on my tongue, but all the way down to the souls of my feet. I don't know what was in that green liquor, but it was turning me inside out with want for you, ---- and I loved it. You were feeling it just as strongly as I, for as I moved to touch the tip of my tongue to your clit, you screamed out loud and brought your bare feet down on my back, pressing yourself up harder against the excitement of my tongue against the bud of your passion, rubbing yourself madly against my lips and begging with growing sexual hysteria. "CLIT! ---- CLIT! ----- YES! PLEASE! ------OH RIGHT THERE, ROBERT!------ PLEEEEEEEASE! Tears streamed from your eyes and you dug your little bare feet into my back, bucking up wildly against the sucking at your clitoris. You grabbed the velvet coverlet tight in your tiny fingers and let your whole body roll up as your orgasm sprayed from your body, with a force I had never known before. You called out in a hoarse, beautifully compelling voice, "CUMMING! CUMMING! OH Honey, it's so ------ OooooooH!" Writhing there, in my arms, crying out to me in such powerful need, you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My heart beat in complete surrender to my adoration of you, and my body, filled with Velvet Obsession, could not get enough of you. You shuddered and trembled and squirmed in my arms, until your orgasm finally let go of you. I was swollen and harder than ever, and my heart was warmed that you had received such pleasure, but I ached for you even harder than before. I ached and I knew that you would be sated and exhausted, ------- but I was wrong. You wrapped your legs tightly around my body and took my face in your tiny hands, kissing me and whispering to me as your tongue licked the traces of your passion from my face. "OH Robert, Honey, I need you. --- I need you in me." I held you tightly and gasped when your full breasts pressed against my chest. "But baby ---- You don't have to for me." You reached down and took my swollen manhood in your hand and said, "Yes I do! ---- You need it. ----- I need it. I want you in me. ---NOW!!!" ---I want to feel it!" You suddenly pushed me away from you and scrambled across the giant bed, until you were on your knees, facing away from me, bent over and leaning against the huge bed post. I saw the curve of your bottom and I saw your breasts hanging down as you gripped the huge bedpost, and I lunged for you. The hunger of you raged in me like a forest fire and I grabbed your slender waist and thrust my entire length into you with one giant stab, sliding in on the wetness of your desire. Your breasts swayed with the force of the intrusion and you let out a moan of pure naked lust and began to screw your body back against mine. We chanted together, in wordless exaltations, as our bodies fell completely in love with each other and gorged themselves on the sweet pain of pure unrestrained fucking. I grabbed your long blonde tresses and pulled you back onto my raging member, causing your head to come back and your voice to come in loud sensual moans every time my body drove into you, making a heavy slapping sound. My cock seemed to be growing harder with every stroke, and I could feel the muscles of your vagina ripple with the sensations of the intrusions. The effects of the green magic had opened the doors of sensual extremes and each moment seemed to cause me to swell with more and more hunger for you. In your supple body, the power of the Velvet Obsession seemed to be awakening the fires of your deepest desires and causing them to grow stronger each time your body erupted in orgasm. Suddenly my spinning brain realized that you were screaming to me. I turned loose of your hair and tried to pull out of you, afraid I had hurt you. "Oh! Baby I'm sorry!" "you pressed your body back onto my shaft, screaming out in hysterical frustration and rolling your hips your hands pressing the huge bedpost to give you more leverage. "NO! NO!" Your voice licked at me with the flames of unrestrained abandon to passion. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Oh God Robert I can feel you all over my body! ----More! Please More!!!" I grabbed your waist and rolled over on my back, lifting you above me and causing you to straddle my body as I lay on the velvet coverlet. You placed your tiny bare feet on either side of my hips, lifting yourself up and then sliding your wet pussy slowly down on my raging length. We stayed there for a moment, panting from the raging want inside us and looking deeply into each other's eyes. The love that had grown between us over the months was special, and it was that which made this flood of sexual glory acceptable. Otherwise we would be prisoners of the sensations and would later regret the excess. Instead, our hearts were bursting with care for each other, and that made the exquisite pain of absolute passion that much sweeter, and totally as it should be. You let your hands sweep the blonde tresses away from your face, placing them back over your bare shoulders, and then you leaned forward, putting your small hands on my chest and pressing there, as you began to raise your bottom up and let it fall impaling yourself on my rigid member. My whole body seemed to shudder as you slid up and down on my raging cock. Your breasts fell forward and undulated with fluid beauty each time you rose up and slid back to sit upon my body. You began to rock back and forth after each long slide to ecstasy and your eyelids closed, allowing me to see only a tiny bit of the whites of your eyes. You were completely a slave to the boiling desires which now controlled your entire being. You dug your bare toes into the soft velvet and tired to drop harder and harder onto my shaft. You began to whimper as you realized gravity would bring you down on me no harder, and you shrieked out in surprise when I grasped your waist and brought you down with a resounding force, joining us completely and causing your body to erupt once more, bathing my member in your cum. You leaned forward and shook uncontrollably while your pussy gripped me hard and the flood of your desire leaked out and made a slick anointing of our bodie. We rubbed deliriously together in the sea of your passion, feeling the sensation in ways that we had never felt before. You eyes opened wide and the fire was bright behind the sea blue orbs. You fell forward on my body, kissing my chest and rolling your hips on my still stiff and ever aching member. You raised your hips allowing my shaft to slip out of you, and you began to slide the wet lips of your passion along the length of me, not letting me enter, but teasing seductively all along my length, sliding easily on the still warm residue of your cum. You kisses and the softness of your full breasts against me were driving me crazy. It was long after the point where we both should have been laying in each other's arms, exhausted and spent, but instead, the spell of the velvet obsession had me harder than ever and you whispering to me, "More. Oh please more, Robert. Love me more." I grasped your waist, turning you around to face the end of the bed and causing you to straddle me once again. I ran my finger along the wet length of my shaft, coating it with the thick dew of your passion and then brought that slick lubrication to the tiny, pink pucker of your rectum. You hissed in anticipation as I placed the swollen head of my cock there and began, slowly, patiently, to slide into your ass. You leaned back, stretching your legs out toward the end of the bed and hissing with new and powerful sexual need, as the length of my cock invaded you so completely. As our bodies joined and your ass was completely filled with me you rolled your hips pressing your sculpted bottom hard against me and cried out in a hoarse voice filled with pure lust. "YES! OH GOD YES! FUCK MY ASS!!!!" Your body was clamped so hard about my length that I could hardly move inside you. I had to wait a moment until you released me enough to start slowly stroking into your depths. It was then that I saw her. Veronica stood just inside the entrance to our room, clinging to the edge of the door in desperation. Her grey eyes were ablaze in the candle light with the same sexual fire which had all but consumed you and I. Her night dress hung open and her fingers were furiously teasing the nipples of her full breasts, which stood out swollen and erect and betraying her powerful need. I suddenly realized why she had tried to refuse the Velvet Obsession when we had offered it, and as I began slowly stroking in and out of your tight bottom, I saw the effect it had upon her. As you began to press hard back against my invasion, whimpering and encouraging me as I probed deeper and deeper into your sweet body, Veronica hooked a bare heel around the edge of the door and began rubbing herself against the edge of the polished hard wood. Her eyes were ablaze and followed each motion your body made, as you began to point your bare toes and stretch to get more and more of my invading cock inside you. Veronica's hands left her ripe breasts and gripped the carved handles of the door, straddling the heavy wood, pressing the edge against the lips of her pussy. She slid up and down, fucking the polished oak and leaving a glistening residue as her grey eyes devoured every move that you made. My mind was reeling and my want of you was growing again, fueled by the spectacle at the door and the low moans that were beginning to come from your sweet lips. "OH! --OH! --DEEPER! ---YES! --- DEEPER! I can feel it everywhere. Oh God! Deeper Robert!" You began to rotate your shapely bottom and squeeze me with the strong muscles deep within you. I came up off the bed and surged harder up into you, feeling ripples of pure adoration running along my entire body. Across the room Veronica let the night dress drop to the floor and began to crawl across the carpet on all fours, her breasts hanging heavily toward the floor and swaying with her every movement. Her grey eyes were fixed upon your undulating white body, and her nipples stuck out like dark spikes on the pale, swaying mountains of her breasts. You were now bucking hard atop my body whimpering and moaning to me in deep frustration, as the Velvet Obsession drove you to the edge of the valley of ultimate need. My hard cock was also suffering from unparalleled want of you, and I was now slamming our bodies together with almost frightening power, and yet it was not enough. As we raced to reach another orgasm, with my body surging hard into your tight ass, your fingers began to plunge deep into your pussy and you cried out to me, "MORE! ---OH GOD ROBERT! MORE!! I NEED IT, Baby! ----- PLEASE! OH GOD! What is happening to me? I WANT TO FEEL IT! ___ PLEASE! Velvet House Chronicles Ch. 01 Veronica's naked body was suddenly on the bed with us. Her eyes were blazing with the power of the Velvet Obsession and her dark beauty was enhanced by her vulnerability. She began to kiss your tiny bare feet letting her red lips caress your toes as you opened your eyes and saw her. She kissed her way up the length of your trembling legs until she reached the soft inside of your thighs which were quivering from my hard thrusts into your ass. You began to sob and whispered to her in a hoarse voice filled with absolute need. "Oh Veronica! ---I want so. I have never felt like this. ---IT FEELS SO GOOD! ----- I want!---- I want more!!! Please more. ----PLEASE!!!!!. Veronica raised up and took your face in her hands. The red of her nail polish stood out against the white of your skin, She bent to gently kiss your lips and the fire in her eyes blazed. "Yes, my pretty. You shall have more." As my cock surged ever deeper into your ass, Veronica lowered her kiss to the lips of your pussy and drank deeply there. Your whole body shook with the new sensation. Veronica's tongue dipped deeply into your passion and touched you in ways that I had never done, different touches, feminine licking, which were no less hungry than mine, yet different. The difference, in combination with the joining of my body with yours, as I furiously fucked your ass, sent you to another plane of pleasure and your eyes rolled back in your head from the waves of pleasure. Veronica moved up between both our legs as we lay on the huge bed, while I plunged up into your bottom. She took her heavy breast in her hand and guided the lustful dark spike of her hardened nipple to the tip of your clit. She began rubbing her stiffened flesh there, causing you to surge up against the heavenly pressure and causing the muscles of your body to squeeze me so hard that I had to stop thrusting for a moment. The hot friction against her nipple caused Veronica to moan in a low sexual voice. She felt her own need growing and as she rubbed her stiffened nipple against your clit, her hips began to press her wet pussy against your leg. You sobbed out exaltations from the overload of sensual probing and shook violently with need. Veronica pressed the softness of her breast hard against your pussy, then bent to suck your vibrating clit between her lips. You shrieked and wrapped your legs around her pale body, squeezing her as she sucked voraciously on the sensitive bud of your desire. The movement freed my cock from the grip of your anal muscles and I plunged deep into you once more. Veronica, was sucking hard on your clit and her fingers were deep in her own pussy, plunging there, seeking release from what was building in us all. She began to moan, the sounds muffled against your body as she let her tongue lathe all over your clit. Her bottom began plunging up and down, sliding her fingers faster and faster into her body and moaning in the throes of the Velvet Obsession. You began to quiver and shake and tears began to roll down your cheeks. You gripped Veronica hard with your legs and you laced you fingers into her long dark hair, rubbing her face back and forth over your tortured pussy. Your muscles gripped hard on the length of my cock and I knew the moment of moments was coming. I was suddenly terribly jealous. You were mine and I did not want to share this moment with anyone, not even this gorgeous creature who was between your legs. I grabbed Veronica by her long black hair and threw her to the foot of the bed. You hissed and dug your heels into the bed as I drew my shaft from your rectum and turned you to face me. "It's you, only you I want, Terri!" Your blue eyes shone with new light and we came together, plunging our bodies into each other and almost instantly exploding with a mutual orgasm which seemed to last an hour. We trembled in each other's arms and felt our cum rush to mingle and spill out all over our bodies. You jerked and shuddered and clung to me as you climaxed again and again, causing me to explode many times in reaction. It was unlike anything we had ever experienced. We rode on the flood of passion and let he swell carry us, slowly, with many levels and stops, all the way back to sanity. I held you to me, and you cluing to my body tightly, as we decompressed, kissing each other again and again and again, whispering words of love as we slipped from the pinnacle of desire into the calm sweetness of love once more. Veronica was not so lucky. While we made the final climb to ecstasy, together, she lay at our feet, desperately held in the vise like clutches of the Velvet Obsession. She dug her bare toes into the red velvet coverlet and raged into her pussy with her fingers, letting the palm of her hand slap against her clit with harder and harder assaults. SHe climbed the huge bedpost wrapping one leg around the carved wood and rubbed the lips of her passion over the rope like image, carved into the wood, crying out each time the polished bumps of wood rubbed against her clit. Finally she crawled to the dresser, beautifully naked with her full breasts swaying in the candlelight. She took the heavy glass decanter, swallowing what was left of the Velvet obsession and fucking herself, slowly, luxuriously, to an earth shattering orgasm with the smooth, slender glass. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I awoke sometime during the night to find you snuggled against me, sweetly smiling, and Veronica, snuggled next to you, her full breasts pressed against your bare back and one trim leg hooked over your hips, her bare foot resting on my leg, unconsciously caressing me there. When we awoke in the morning she was gone. We did not see her as we went down to breakfast or as we checked out of the castle. As we drove away, we discovered that we were somewhat taken aback and yet completely thrilled at the events of the night before. When we got home, we discovered that there was a package in the back seat of the car. When we opened it, we found a small bottle of the Velvet Obsession, and a note written in a delicate very Victorian hand. "When doors open before us, we do not always know what lies behind them. Every once in awhile, we find experiences and people which we would rather not live life without. Beauty and passion are not always beautiful, but in your case they are ethereal. Here am I when you want! Adoringly, Veronica" We looked at each other, and smiled and plunged back into day to day life. It was easier knowing that there was an adventure waiting out there, personally tailored for you and I.