3 comments/ 14040 views/ 0 favorites Lorelei By: ZoftigLady For as long as I can remember, Lorelei held my heart in her hand. She is the sun, the moon and all the stars in the sky. Her flaming hair flows down her back, falling in rich curls. Her eyes are the color of wheat fields, just before Autumn's touch. Hazel, you could call it, green on gold. She is striking, long legged and agile. She has the look of an exotic animal; her cheek bones arch gracefully beneath long, sooty eyelashes. Her smile dazzles me. It is her secret smile, granted only to me. I open my mouth to speak, but she laughs, deep and resonant. She spreads her legs and I kneel to receive her gift. Light fills my being, and I awaken. Panting, I wake tangled in bed sheets. Her scent is in my nostrils and I throb mercilessly with desire. I want her, the woman in my dreams. I want her legs wrapped around my head. I want to taste her skin. My hand travels to the cleft in between my thighs. The lips are swollen and juices flow hot. It is almost painful when I start to rub. Small, light circles graduating to harder, faster movements. Then, much too soon, the orgasm rips through me. I remain unsatisfied and melancholy. 'Why must she haunt my dreams so?' I wonder inwardly. She has been in my dreams since I was no more than a child. She is perfection in my mind. So much so, other women pale in comparison. Her appearance never changes, but she has many different personalities. Sometimes she dominates me and I whimper at her feet. Those nights she takes me from behind, and I wake feeling sore and exhausted. Other nights, I tie her, gag her and penetrate her anus with tongues and beautifully carved toys. I kick the covers off and sigh deeply. Sweat glistens in the morning light. Finally the dull ache subsides and I rise from bed. None of the people I know understand. They think I'm just picky. They think I fear commitment. They tell me, 'Having someone real is better than having someone perfect.' So I flirt, and I date to no avail. And when I wake, with her scent in my brain and her salt on my lips, to find another woman lying next to me, the world feels off kilter. I would rather be alone. I brood on these matters as I arrive at my destination. Today is my last day at the 'South East Convention for Property Managers.' The banquet hall is less than half full and I sit alone at a table in the back. A small, grizzled woman comes to the podium and begins a litany of proper tax codes to use in various zones in the region. A quarter hour passes and my eyelids start to droop. My sleep deprived mind wanders as I drift to sleep, my head propped on my hand. It is dark. First I think it is night, but as I regain my senses I realize I am blindfolded. I can feel heat from a brazier, making the room overly warm. I inhale, noting the sharp smell of citrus and clove. I try to rise, but I am tied down. I shift restlessly, thin ropes rubbing my wrists. The more I move, the tighter they become. Cool fingers graze my bare shoulder and I am suddenly aware of my own nakedness. I turn my head in hopes to feel her beside me. My lips barely touch her fingertip. "Please, let me see you. This isn't fair," I plead. "You will see me soon. Be patient." Her voice rings out through all of heaven. Her voice is sweet and melodious. It sounds at once like gravel on velvet and bells in the wind. The Earth itself stands still when she speaks. I thrash violently in my restraints. Her laugh rings out, unfettered and free. She watches as I bind myself tighter and tighter. My hands go numb and I slump over, waiting. I feel her touch on my thigh. Her hand trembles slightly as she pulls my legs apart. I feel her fingers as she explores my nether recesses. Blood rushes to engorge the lips. I grow slick with desire. She manipulates me till I ride her hand, causing the cords to tighten so much, I feel as if I will faint. Before I climax, she withdraws her hand. I hear her take a shuddering breath. "That's a good girl," she whispers softly. I feel the blindfold slip from my face. I blink at the sudden rush of light. She stands before me, apple green silk barely covering her body. Her perky breasts take my breath away. Her nipples harden as she gazes down at me. She straddles me. Inches away from mine, her lips part. Our eyes meet and I become lost in them. For how long, I cannot say. "Kiss me," she says simply. I kissed her then, deep and savage. I put every unnamed emotion I have into that kiss. Our tongues dance and our bodies join. I fall into her and out of her. Is she I? Am I her? I could be here forever, if she would have me. She pulls away slightly and gives me her secret smile. When she does, I begin to pant. If there was desire before, it does not compare to the heat between us now. "Are you ready, love?" She asks quietly. I cannot reply. I have lost all rational thought. Only her flesh is my touchstone. I moan and she giggles, then catches herself. I push my body as close as I can to hers. Her eyes close slightly and her body tenses. She bites her lower lip. Then I feel it, hot and wet. She sighs deeply and pisses in my lap. The silk of her dress darkens and the liquid pools between us. I want to taste it. She doesn't stop and it begins to overflow and puddle on the floor. She kisses me and I orgasm, hard and complete. My head slips from my hand and I jerk awake. Groggily, I realize that I have slept through the seminar. Red lines score my wrists. I pull my jacket down to cover them. As I move, I realize I have wet my pants. My piss has soaked into the chair and I grind into it. I stifle the cry as I come. Sending a silent apology to the cleaning crew, I gather my paperwork and retreat hastily. As I leave the hall, I bump into a young maid with downcast eyes. She glances at my crotch, dark with my pee. She glances up quickly. I blush and turn down a corridor. I find the elevator and make it to my hotel room. I do not change and climb into bed and try to sleep, to see her again. Sleep eludes me that night and I lie awake filled with a deep chasm of longing. To be continued. Lorelei Steve stepped out of the small American Eagle plane on onto the jetbridge, his nose instinctively turning up at the musty smell. Humid, he thought, but not as bad as home. He tried to ignore the flutter in his belly and the heat shooting down to his ankles, sucking on his teeth to remove any stray pieces, knowing full well there weren't any. The mirror check, re-check, and the re-check of the re-check during the flight up confirmed he'd gotten everything after he ate. He muttered a curse as his rollboard slipped out of his hands, its wheels catching a bump in the gray jetbridge carpet. As he picked the case up, it twisted in his hands, and a small backup of impatient travelers formed as Steve righted the wheels and went on his way. I really hate turning into one of those people I can't stand being behind, he laughed to himself, still trying, with little success, to ignore the butterflies relentlessly tickling his gut. After a quick pitstop, where he checked out his hair, and his teeth of course, Steve snaked his way through the hallways to his connecting gate. He noticed a wide blue arrow painted on the wall pointing in the direction of the LIRR platform. Hmmm, he thought, I wonder if that's how she got here? I wonder if she IS here? The gate for the London flight seemed a mile away as Steve searched for the correct gate number down the long expanse of the corridor. As he made his way, weaving in and out amongst the other travelers scurrying either to their connections or their rides home, he quickly realized the gate was at the very end. Figures, but hey, it's worth the walk, he thought, sucking in his breath but unable to exhale. He spotted her immediately despite the crowd of people waiting to board. More people than places to sit. Babies and small children sat on their parents' laps, college students about embark on some exchange experience were sitting in a circle on the floor, laughing at an article in the latest Cosmo, and business travelers who were milling about trying to look important chatted through their Bluetooth earpieces. In the middle of it all she sat next to the only seat not occupied by a person, the seat where she'd piled her purse and her carryon bag. Awww, saved me a seat, Steve thought, smiling to himself. Before making his way over, he took her in, realizing having only seen pictures that he would have never seen her move before. He noticed her blonde hair cascading about her shoulders and down her back. She brushed one side of it off her face while throwing the rest behind her with a long-perfected twirl of her head. Steve tried to get a glimpse of her eyes, bright and Bahama ocean blue. She wore a black short-sleeved sweater made of light wool, not too tight but still showing off the curves of her slender body. A short skirt ended just above her legs, which Steve watched her uncross and cross again with a lick of his lips and a gulp of his throat. He swore he could sense the sweet fragrance of body lotion that had to have been hers. This is it, he thought, inching his way toward her as she worried herself over a smudge on her fingernail. As he started to wave, she looked up. Nervous. Her forehead burrowed, she frowned, cocking her head sideways as if to beg him off. Steve missed the cue, finding an opening among the crowd and beelining a path toward her. "This seat taken?" he said with a broad smile. He extended his hand and started to introduce himself. "Uh, no. Hold on," she answered. She exhaled, slightly irritated and unsure where reposition her things. She dragged the bulky blue carryon to the floor and began pulling it in front of her, its weight resisting her efforts. "I can help you with that," Steve said. "It's OK," she replied. She turned to Steve and nodded her head, affirming it was OK, but as she grabbed her pocketbook she quickly turned away, lowering her voice. "But just sit there and act like you don't know me." "Well, technically I don't," he answered in an equally low voice. "Just, I don't know, pull out your laptop or something and keep looking down." "I could email you," he tried to joke. She didn't answer him, the nervous look returning to her face. He went on, still somewhat clueless to what might be concerning her, which annoyed her. He struck her as a fairly sensitive person. "Thanks for saving me..." She turned to glare at him and cut him off as an older gentleman walked toward her. "Lorelei, you didn't save my seat," the man said to her. "Oh, I'm very sorry," Steve said, trying to hide his confusion and disappointment. "I can move." "Don't bother," the man said, smiling and waving him off. His eyes twinkled as he turned to Lorelei. "I'm on another flight, but it's not every day I run into one of my favorite people here." "I'm sure," Steve said, finally getting it as he opened up his computer to power it on. "I suppose I had better be off anyway, Lorelei," the man said. "You have a fantastic trip, sounds great. I'll give those guys a call on Monday like you suggested and I'll see you when you're back." "OK," Lorelei said, turning her head to the side as the man leaned down to peck her on the cheek. She raised her eyebrows at Steve as he did and then briefly clutched the man's hand before he walked off, his eyes already searching for his gate. "Big donor to the school," Lorelei said. "He just loves me, too," she said with a laugh. "What's not to love? Sorry 'bout that. I see now why you motioning to me with your head." "Oh, I thought maybe you just didn't see me. It's OK. No harm done." "So what did you tell him about your trip?" "Just let me worry about that." "And what did you..." "Just let me worry about that, too. We're the only two people in the world, remember?" Lorelei looked at Steve and smiled a pensive smile. "It's nice to finally meet you," Steve said. The butterflies started to churn again, this time more excited than nervous. Not sure what to say he blurted out, "Well, sorry I'm not better looking." She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "You'll do." She reached over and touched his arm lightly, sending a jolt right up Steve's shoulder. He thought he'd jumped an inch in his seat. "I guess the coast is proverbially clear then?" he asked. "I think so," Lorelei said. "But let's at least try to be somewhat cool." "Easier said than done." "You got that right." "You look plenty cool to me." Lorelei let out a long breath and looked back at Steve, looking for some understanding. "I don't think so," she said. "I've never done anything remotely like this. Ever." Steve nodded his head slowly. He left over and squeezed her arm gently. No electricity, only the warmth and softness of her skin. He bit his lower lip and whispered, "I'm glad you're here. And I'm so glad to finally be with you in person after all this time." "I'll be fine once we're on that plane," Lorelei said. Leaning over, she whispered into his ear, sending a chill down Steve's spine. "So am I, baby. I'm really glad I am, too." ******************** "You want the window?" "Doesn't matter. Nothing to see. Gonna be dark the whole flight anyway." "That's right." Lorelei looked back at Steve, who just shook his head. "What?" "Unbelievable." "What is?" "This." "It is what it is. And here we are." "Yes, that we are." They both settled in their seats. As Steve went to strap himself in, he realized Lorelei was sitting on his buckle. She realized it before he had to ask for it. Or fetch it himself. "I think this is yours," she said. "Uhhh, yeah, thanks." Steve looked at her and smirked. "You know..." "What?" Lorelei asked, half expecting what was next. "You're even more beautiful in person." Lorelei had guessed right. She gave him a big smile, brushing her hair behind her ear just as she had at the gate. "Thanks." She was about to say something when the flight attendant stuck a tray under their noses. "Juice, water, or champagne?" "Water's fine with me, thanks," Steve said. "Me, too," said Lorelei. "You were going to say something?" Steve asked her. "Never mind." Steve smiled and shook his head again. "What now?" "Nothing. I feel as though I have so much to say to you but we're kinda stuck here in small talk." "Beats that uncomfortable silence, ha ha!" "Thank you, Mia Wallace and no, I'm not going to ask you why Tony Rocky Horror got thrown out of that window." Lorelei eyed him, whacking her foot against the side of Steve's leg. "It was the foot massage." "I'm pretty good at those by the way." Affecting a very bad Sam Jackson accent he went on, "And I don't tickle or nothin'." "We'll have to see about that. Looks like we're about to take off." Lorelei put her head back in her chair, staring straight forward, slowly beginning to relax. Without looking back at Steve she asked, "You taking that Ambien you're always talking about?" "No." Steve said. "Not this time." "But you said you're going straight into a meeting in the morning. Won't it be morning when we get there?" "I'll be fine." "If you say so," Lorelei said, smiling to herself. ******************** The lights in the 777 dimmed in the cabin once the last sounds of the flight attendants clearing the dinner trays ended. Steve stuffed the bottled water he'd just been handed into the magazine slot in front of him as the passengers around him and Lorelei all leaned back, some with blinders and blankets, settling in for the next five hours. Steve turned his head, surveying the cabin. "What are you looking for?" Lorelei asked. "Nothing, just looking around." "Why?" Steve felt a slight heat in his cheeks. "I don't know. Just seeing if anyone was awake." "Why do you care? Look." Lorelei pointed across the aisle. "That guy's awake." They both looked over at a young business type flipping channels on his video screen. Steve grabbed Lorelei's finger between two of his, not sure why. "Why are you grabbing my finger?" Lorelei asked him. "I dunno. Just kinda felt like it." "You just wanted to touch me." "Well, that's nothing new," Steve said, setting her finger free. Lorelei put her hand on her lap and looked back at Steve. "It's cool." "What is?" "That you're dying to kiss me right now." "Excuse me? What makes you think I want to kiss you?" "Oh, brother. We both know you do. And it's OK." "So if I lean over and kiss you right now, that would be fine?" "No, I didn't say that. I said it was OK that you wanted to." "So nice to see you can torture me in person as well as you do otherwise." "I'm thinking about watching a movie, wanna watch one with me?" "Sure, what's on?" "Maybe Kill Bill is on. You'd like that." "Yeah, but they'd cut out all the bad words and the gory scenes. Any chick flicks?" "I don't know. Maybe. That'll just make you keep wanting to kiss me, though." "And that's a bad thing?" "Oh my god, they got Definitely, Maybe. I was going to see that last week but never got around to it. Wanna watch?" "Sure, will it make me want to kiss you?" "I was just kidding about that." "You were?" "Yeah, because even Kill Bill would make you want to kiss me." "You know, we're not really watching it together, I mean, you got your screen and I have mine." "We will if we're under the blanket here." Lorelei handed Steve her blanket, still wrapped up in plastic. "I think you've got one, too." Steve quickly opened up both blankets, draping both of them across their legs. Both of them had kicked their shoes off early in the flight, and they cozied themselves as the movie started. Steve quickly found himself completely unable to concentrate on the movie. He kept glancing at Lorelei, deciding she looked completely adorable with Bose headsets on. He smiled when she laughed, liking how her face brightened when she did. Steve decided that her eyes twinkling was not just his infatuation talking. She is gorgeous regardless of how I feel about her and that's that. As he forced himself back to his video screen, he felt that finger once again, this time flicking against his leg. Without looking over he took the finger again between his two, giving it a squeeze. A chill ran up his back when he felt her hand clasp around his fingers, his stomach fluttering as he glanced back towards Lorelei, who gave him a nod and a quick smile. With his left hand Steve removed the speakers from his head. Lorelei lifted her headset off one ear and asked, "What's the matter?" "I'm not really paying attention to this movie." "You know what?" Lorelei said, "Neither am I. But just put the headset back on." "Why?" "Just because. Close your eyes if you're bored." Without answering, Steve did as she said, leaning his head back and feeling his eyelids getting little heavy. Just as he was about to nod off, he thought he heard a zip sound. He shook his head awake, feeling his cock getting hard and a hand on his thigh. He looked back over at Lorelei, who tilted her head slightly, motioning him to keep his eyes on the video screen. He took a deep breath as he felt her fingers slither into his pants through the opening and caress the bulge starting to rise. Instinctively, he felt for Lorelei's thigh, surprised to find bare skin where her skirt was supposed to be. As he moved his hand up her leg, he felt only the silkiness of the inside of her leg. Still looking forward, Steve caressed the inside of her thigh, feeling his breathing speed up as her fingers wrapped around his erection. Slowly, careful not to ruffle the blanket, Lorelei slid her fingers up and down the shaft making Steve's dick fully hard. Without ever looking at him, yet sensing the smile smearing across his face, she trailed her fingernails along the rigid shaft, causing the dick to twitch slightly. Steve shifted in his seat as his hard-on made a bump in the quilted blanket. Lorelei grabbed it harder as she felt fingers slide underneath her panties. Steve's fingers probed the moistness and warmth of her crotch, searching for her lips, eager to work them apart. "Like the movie?" he asked, putting his headset around his neck. "What?" Lorelei removed her headset, then realized she had actually heard what Steve asked her. "Love it. Real tearjerker." "Can I get you anything?" the overly helpful flight attendant asked. "I'm OK," Steve said. Lorelei simply nodded as the flight attendant whirled away with a grin, having realized she had interrupted something. Get at least one of these every month, she thought. "Think she saw anything?" Steve asked, still looking at the screen. "I don't think she had to. I'm sure she doesn't think we're lip readers. Mmmm, that feels very nice." Steve leaned over to give Lorelei a small kiss on the cheek. Lorelei turned, her lips brushing against his ever so slightly, pulling away slowly before they could make a sound. The moment seemed frozen as each held the other's gaze. "Not exactly a monumental first kiss," Steve said, his eyes still locked on Lorelei. "Seems we got it a little out of order," Lorelei said, glancing down to the blanket. "It was erotic as hell anyway," Steve managed, his fingers spreading her pussy apart. "We really should turn back to the movie," Lorelei said. "But keep looking at me for another moment. I like the way you look at me." "The pleasure's all mine, gorgeous girl," Steve said, his cock twitching harder to Lorelei's touch. "You make me feel beautiful." "You're being beautiful has nothing to do with me." "I love your words." "And I love what inspires them." Lorelei squirmed in her seat, allowing Steve's fingers to massage her clit, her pumps of Steve's cock getting faster. Lorelei glanced over Steve's shoulder to doublecheck the passengers across the aisle were sound asleep. "We better look forward again," she said, losing her breath. "I want to kiss you again." "Toldja!" Lorelei managed. "Plenty of time for that. Keep rubbing my clit, your touch is amazing," she said in a barely audible, husky whisper. She tried to focus on her movie, but instead closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan. She grabbed Steve's cock hard, imagining it deep inside her as she spread her legs apart, grinding herself slowly against his fingers. His fingers is place, Steve felt the palm of Lorelei's hand sliding up and down his shaft. She grabbed the base as his cock stiffened in her hand. "Not yet," she teased, "but I know you can't stand not being inside me." Steve swallowed hard, feeling the heat of her pussy on his hand. He longed for her, the taste of her, and closeness to her. He felt his dick contract, glancing at Lorelei, her eyes closed and cheeks flush. He pressed his fingers against her clit, her hand on top of his, keeping his in place. With a small moan and a shudder, Lorelei let a wave overtake her, the heat shooting up from her toes. He let out a small moan of his own as he watched her come. The satisfied smile on her face quickly became evil as she stroked his shaft quickly. "Think of that pussy," she said, his fingers still all over her. "You've never wanted anyone like you want me and you know it," she said, a confident smirk on her face, her toes still curling from her climax. With a final gulp Steve emptied his load on Lorelei's hand, his eyes transfixed on hers. His cock felt so sensitive to her touch as she held it tightly. With a small smile he leaned in toward her and parted his lips. She met them with hers, their tongues dancing ever so quickly. They pulled away just as quickly, again not making a sound. "Quite the preview," Steve said. "Just wait until we land. Too bad you've got a meeting." "What meeting?" Steve said with a laugh. ******************** Lorelei and Steve entered the wide lobby of the hotel, their cab ride from the airport uneventful. He was still dying to kiss her again, but was content to hold her hands as she'd kept his in her lap the entire way. After the perfunctory check-in and cheery "Welcome to the Renaissance" from the sanguine hotel clerk with the peachy complexion, they walked across the shiny granite floor toward the elevator, baggage rolling in tow behind them. Steve tread lightly, hoping against hope he wouldn't slip and break his ass like he did on his last visit, shuffling his feet instead. Good he was slowed down anyway, as his long strides would have been much longer than hers. As the elevator door closed, Steve punched the button for the 15th floor. He turned to say something to Lorelei when he found her arms wrapped around him. On tiptoes, she tilted her head and kissed his lips firmly, squeezing and pressing herself fully against him. Steve was startled, but only briefly as he felt the softness of her breasts against his chest and the warmth of her lips against his. "I'm tired of being cool, now," she quickly said between kisses. "I KNEW you were dying to kiss me," Steve said, scarcely getting the words out and scarcely wanting to, matching her wet kisses with a few of his own. "Is this our room?" "If we don't get there soon it will be," Lorelei said, grabbing the back of Steve's head and drawing his mouth back to hers. "I could just eat you right here and now." Lorelei pursed her lips around Steve's tongue and sucked it hard. "Too bad about your meeting." "No, you're not." "You're right." Lorelei pressed her thigh between Steve's legs, rubbing his crotch and pressing the hardness she felt against it. Steve placed his hands on her ass just as the elevator dinged, announcing their safe arrival to the 15th floor. Steve fumbled for their room key, swiping it through the slot several times before turning the light green. "Kinda hard to get the key right when SOMEONE'S got their hand on your ass," he said, just a little too loud. Lorelei "Shhh," Lorelei giggled, "Just get that ass inside, then." Steve shoved the door open, he and Lorelei dragging their bags to the middle of the floor. As he was about to suggest a shower, Lorelei pressed herself against him again, hooking one leg around his and wrapping her arms around his neck. He took her cue as they kissed once again, grabbing her other leg by the thigh and hoisting her off the floor. She felt light in his arms, their bodies feeling the heat as their two wet and hungry mouths each groped for the other. "Did you want to take a shower?" Steve managed. "No." "Sure?" "Why do I need one?" she asked, squeezing him tighter and sucking hard on his lower lip not caring about the slurping noise it was making. "Not hardly," Steve said, starting to laugh as he found it somewhat hard to speak with his lower lip out of commission. "Seems you have a better plan." Lorelei dug her heels of into Steve's butt, shaking off one stiletto, then the other, much to Steve's relief. One shoe fell to the ground, and Steve found the second as he sat on the edge of the bed, his lover still firmly attached to him. "Just a sec," he said, sweeping the shoe out from beneath him as it clattered on the tiled floor. He paused, drawing his mouth from hers. He stroked her hair with both hands, brushing it away from her eyes as he cupped her face. He gazed longingly into her eyes, shaking his head. "I am so happy to be here with you," his voice beginning to tremble. "We'll talk later," Lorelei said, pulling her sweater over her head and tossing it behind her. Steve laughed and helped pull the straps of her bra off her arms as she undid the front clasp. "I want your hands all over my boobs," taking Steve's hands and placing them on her breasts. "I think you'll like that, too." Lorelei wriggled against the erection now pressing against her. Her nipples began to harden, twisting to Steve's touch as he gathered her tits from below and mushed them together. He resisted shaking his head to make one more misplaced "this is unbelievable" comment, instead covering a breast with his mouth while squeezing the other hard. "Like this?" he asked. "Yes," Lorelei replied her eyes closed and head back. She felt her own hair tickling her lower back but tried to think of nothing but the lips and fingers pleasuring her. Steve pressed his face between her breasts, pressing them to her cheeks. She decided she liked the way the stubble on his face felt against them yet hoped he would get a shave it a bit later. "Squeeze my tits harder," she demanded, moaning at the feeling of his tongue licking between them. She rocked back and forth gently as his tongue trailed up her chest and stopped at her neck. Steve drew her back close. Her body chilled as his fingers worked their way up her back and to her neck, each one kneading her nape deeply. Steve kissed the smile smeared across her face, which opened her eyes. "So," he said. "Whaddya want to do now?" "Fuck," was the reply. She pointed to Steve's shirt and commanded with a smile, "take that off." After he complied she pointed to his pants without a word, grabbing his crotch before he dropped them. "I want this," she said before letting go and pulling off her skirt and panties. They stood naked, staring at one another. Nostrils flaring. Heat rising. Steve's erection popping. "You want to get under the covers?" Steve asked. "No." With a thrust of her palm to his chest Lorelei shoved Steve backwards onto the bed. He wiggled all the way on as she dove on top of him with a perfect landing, pinning him face up as she hooked her legs once again around his, his cock pressed against her taut belly. "I got you now," she said with a grin, cocking her head and digging an elbow into his chest to prop herself up. Steve no longer needed to be told what to do, grinding his cock against her as he grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her cheeks apart and exposing her pussy to his touch. Lorelei's body rotated slowly, her face now buried in Steve's neck, her moans vibrating against his shoulder as his finger glided in and out of her wet pussy. "I knew it would feel this good," she sighed. "You can rub me harder, though," she whispered continuing to rock against his dick. He pressed his fingers against her clit, taking it between his thumb and forefinger. He smiled over her shoulder as her legs bent upward, her toes curling. "What are you smiling at?" he heard her say. "What makes you think I'm smiling?" She looked up at him through her hair, now sweaty and all over her face and his chest. "Because you are," she said before a small cry escaped her. Steve grabbed Lorelei's hips, lifting her up to expose his cock. He guided her as he reached down to wrap her fingers around the shaft, teasing her opening with the head, now glistening with precum and the wetness from her pussy. They both let out a cry as he entered her. He thrust once, and then again, feeling her tightness hugging the shaft and she the fullness of his erection deep inside her. They both thought of nothing as their lips met yet again, Steve's legs opened wide and wrapped around hers, thrusting himself deeper still. Lorelei's clit ached as she rubbed it hard against him. She sat up straight, her cheeks tinged with red as she shook her hair, riding up and down Steve's dick, her legs pressed together. "Ride it hard, gorgeous," he said. "I knew you were beautiful but I had no idea." She heard his sweet words but paid no attention, sensing but the stiff cock inside her. As he tried to pull out, teasing her, she bounced hard and urgent, laying her arm gently across his neck. "You're not going anywhere," she reminded him. "Did you hear what I said to you?" "I did. It was sweet. Now fuck me harder." Steve met her thrusts, their bodies moving together. "Are you ready to come?" "No," was the reply. "Well, I..." Lorelei covered her mouth but barely muffled a scream. Steve paused briefly, mistakenly. "NO, don't stop!" she pleaded, continuing to ride his cock. "You feel so...good," she said, between breaths. After another wave she collapsed on top of him, oozing wetness all over his still erect cock, her pulses uneven and intense. She moaned again, wrapping her arms fully around him. Catching her breath, she looked at Steve, rolling herself underneath him, his cock still inside. "I want to cum again, baby. Cum with me now." Pressing his chest against her tits, Steve pumped Lorelei hard, his dick entering and re-entering her with swift, passionate thrusts. His mouth was on her neck, his hot breath in her ear. He wanted to feel her moans against his cheek, to see her eyes as a new orgasm welled up within her. He fucked her harder, their lips close but not touching, tension building, and Steve's dick becoming stiffer. He slowed his pace slightly as she protested. "Fuck me," she pleaded again. He smiled at her and said, "You want me to come?" "Oh yes, yes I want you to..." "Think about my hot cum inside you." "I am. I am, yes. I'm coming..." Their mouth met, each fucking the other's mouth with their tongues. With one final thrust, his cock burst, drawing a scream from both of them. Spent, he rested his head on her shoulder as she had just done, both so sensitive to touch. They didn't move, save for the twitches from Lorelei's pussy, and the heaving from their chests. As Steve rolled on his side, his gaze never leaving Lorelei's, she looked at him. "Uh, you were saying? Something about you being happy to be here?" "Yeah, I was trying to say something like that, wasn't I? Well," he said, tracing a finger along the curve of her body, starting by her breast, and working down to her hip, "I'd say that I pretty much am." "So am I, baby," Lorelei said. She placed her hand on Steve's cheek, leaning toward him and kissing his forehead as he bent his head down. She snuggled up closer, draping her leg across his, knowing his eyes were locked on her shapely breasts. She could sense his smile again. "Like 'em?" she asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway. "You know I do." "I know, but I won't tire of you telling me." "But I like you more!" Steve looked up and kissed her. "You're more than just a beautiful babe with a bitchin bod. You know that." "I know that you like to say that. And I won't tire of you telling me that, either." Steve placed his leg between hers, quickly growing accustomed to the silkiness of her thighs. As his leg made its way upward Lorelei giggled. "I think it's time for that shower now. Join me?" "Gladly," Steve said, with no small portion of enthusiasm. "Since I've got no meeting today, you mind if I join you seeing the sights?" "Course not," she wacked his arm playfully. "What would you like to see first?" "Well," she said with a mischievous grin. "I HAVE already seen the ceiling of this room. But I wouldn't mind seeing it just one more time. Big Freakin Ben can wait." Lorelei's Test I had been with Lorelei for four months, and was yet to actually have sex with her. I had pleasured her, rubbing her soft mound until her pants were soaked and my hand was numb, but I had never even seen her naked form, let alone touched her milky flesh. She told me soon, always soon, and made me promise not to masturbate while I waited, so that when the time came it would be truly special. And so I waited, Lorelei softly cooing, "Soon," while my balls impatiently cried "Now!" It was when I was about to crack, the very day I finally decided I couldn't take it anymore, when she called, as though on cue. I had been thinking of her, lying on the couch and gently stroking my cock, remembering her French accent and the smell of her juices through her panties, when the phone rang. 'Hello?' I asked, still stroking my knob. 'Tonight,' came her breathy voice through the phone. 'Huh?' I said, quickly hiding my erection, as though she could see me. 'Tonight what?' 'Tonight I want you, silly,' she said with a girly giggle. 'I want sex.' 'Seriously?' 'Yes, seriously, Peter. You come over to my place at nine, and then I want to fuck. You haven't played with yourself, have you?' 'No.' 'Good. Then I'll see you at nine o'clock, and we'll do it... after a little test.' 'Uh... test?' 'Nothing bad,' she said with a laugh. 'Just a little test.' Then she hung up. I arrived at Lorelei's apartment at ten to nine, a new packet of condoms in my pocket and a slight razor-burn on my freshly shaven face. I rang the doorbell and breathed deep. My balls ached with the built up tension of four months of foreplay, and I had to concentrate just to stop my hands shaking with nervous anticipation. The door opened and I involuntarily let out the breath in the form of a guttural moan at the sight before me. Lorelei, all six feet of her, was poured into a scarlet skirt, short enough at the bottom to promise a glimpse of crotch, if I could drag my eyes away from her long, slender legs. My cock jumped in my pants as I looked at her petite, firm breasts, perking up in natural beauty. Finally I looked at her face, and she bit a tooth down on her glossy lips as she smiled back at me. She wore her hair loose, letting the raven bob hang down around her creamy face, and her sharp blue eyes were alive with mischief. I tried to speak, but the words gagged in my throat. 'Come in,' she said, grabbing my collar and pulling me inside her warm apartment. 'I bought us some wine...' I stuttered, but was cut off as she kissed me, throwing the bottle on the carpet. I felt a tingle in my balls as her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. She pushed me roughly onto the couch and stood before me, her index finger held to her bottom lip. 'I want you,' she said, letting her hand fall to her waist and stroke her crotch. 'I want you here.' 'I want you too,' I said, my senses reeling in excitement. 'But the test,' she moaned, still rubbing herself. 'First the test.' 'Okay, I'll do anything.' Lorelei took my hand and led me to her small kitchen. 'Take off your clothes,' she breathed in my ear. I hurriedly obeyed and stripped with my back to her, turning once I was naked. She giggled at the sight of my flaccid penis hanging over a set of swollen, blue balls. 'Wow,' she said with a white-toothed grin. 'You have been good, haven't you?' I nodded shyly, embarrassed at my nakedness. 'That's good, Petie, perfect for the test. Now, hop up on the table, on your knees.' It seemed more than a little odd, but I didn't want to damage my chances, and so complied. I climbed onto the round, wooden dinner table and knelt at the edge. Lorelei moved over to the draws beneath the sink and reached inside, pulling out two sets of shining, silver cuffs. 'Uh...' I stammered. 'Handcuffs? What are we doing?' She moved towards me slowly, her hips swaying seductively, and leaned into my ear. 'It's all part of the test,' she breathed. 'Do you trust me?' 'Sure I do.' She ran a fingernail gently across my balls. 'Do you want me?' Her voice was liquid sex, and I felt my cock grow slightly. 'So much,' I replied. She reached her arms around me and I felt the cuffs lock into place, one set around my ankles, the other locking my hands together behind my back. Lorelei stepped beck, a wicked grin crossing her perfect face as she looked me up and down. 'Now,' she said, the smile growing. 'The test.' She slid the left shoulder strap of her dress down across her arm, revealing a portion of her breast, before continuing. 'I'm going to strip, layer by layer until I'm totally naked.' I smiled, trying to count just how many fantasies of mine this was covering at once. 'Don't smile too quick, Petie,' she said, holding up a finger. 'The test is, while I strip, if you get an erection, you lose.' 'Excuse me?' I said, aware of the desperate aching in my nuts. 'If I crack a fat, you're not going to have sex with me?' 'Peter,' she said, fixing me with an evil smile. 'If you get hard, if that little cock of yours stands up, I'll castrate you.' 'What!?' 'I'll castrate you,' she repeated, rubbing her crotch once more. 'Okay, very funny,' I said, laughing nervously. 'What's really going to happen?' Lorelei stepped over to the cupboard and removed a plastic box, placing it on the table beside me. 'What's really going to happen, Peter,' she said as she opened the box to reveal a supply of medical equipment. 'Is that if you can't control your dick, I'm going to cut your balls off. Deal with it.' The reality of the situation started to sink in as I watched Lorelei's fine, creamy hands pull out a scalpel and run its blade across one of her fingers. The perfectly sharp edge drew a fine line of blood, which she raised to her lips and sucked off. 'Shall we begin?' I didn't reply, my mind focusing on the task ahead of me. Thoughts raced through my head. It was going to be tough, with my ripe testicles fit to burst, but I could do this. I just had to concentrate on something else. Lorelei wasted no time, slipping off the remaining strap and letting the dress fall to her feet. Jesus! I felt my cock grow substantially as I gazed at the goddess before me. Her skin was white as snow, beautiful in contrast to her black lace panties and bra. I closed my eyes in desperation. 'Open your eyes, Petie,' she giggled. I didn't, not even as I heard her step closer. I felt her hand wrap around my nuts gently, and then I screamed as she squeezed them with all her strength. 'Open your eyes!' she spat. Hesitantly I opened my eyes, dreading looking at her. She stepped back again to enhance my view, and twirled on the spot. 'You're doing well, Petie, not hard yet. But I think I'll have those balls yet, yes?' I gulped, feeling my cock stretch a little as she slowly reached behind and removed her bra. Two pink, bouncy cupcakes, each topped with a stiff, brown nipple, wiggled before me. My cock started to rise, but I fought it down enough for now. But I knew I wouldn't last, not when the panties came off. 'Almost,' she sighed. 'Better be careful, I don't have any anaesthetic.' Lorelei turned and bent over in front of me, keeping her legs straight to maximize their appeal and the curve of her luscious ass. My cock began to rise again, and I started to feel control slipping from my grasp. 'Uh, oh...' she said as she turned to face me. 'Peter's in trouble.' My cock was at half-mast and rising. Lorelei slipped a finger into each side of her panties and slid them down her legs. My cock was almost completely erect. She lifted her left leg onto a chair. 'Say goodbye to your balls...' Her finger slipped inside her beautiful, bald cunt and she moaned ever so slightly. And with that, I lost the battle and failed the test. My cock became rock hard, eager for the pink pussy not two meters from it, and unaware of the fate it had just sealed. Lorelei moaned and rubbed her clit slowly. 'Bad luck, Petie,' she said with a beautiful, ecstatic smile. She took her leg down, licking her juices from her finger as she stepped towards me and whispered in my ear. 'I'm going to enjoy this so, so much.' The scalpel was in her hand, and I looked down as she squeezed my scrotum tight around my aching nuts and ran the scalpel across them. I squirmed as she made the cuts, my soft sack parting easily before the blade's slice. The cuts done and my sack opened on either side, Lorelei looked me in the eyes and winked. I winced in pain as she poked two manicured fingers in each cut, wriggling them around for a moment before pulling out my testicles. She left the exposed, pink organs hanging from either side of my empty sack. Then she took some surgical thread and tied off the cords above my balls. My cock, much to my surprise, remained hard as stone. Lorelei moaned. 'I think you're enjoying this, Petie. I think you want me to cut off those pathetic balls.' 'No,' I said. 'Please... not my balls.' 'Don't lie,' she said with a giggle. 'I know. All men really just want a good woman to castrate them. You might not realize it, but that stiff cock does.' She stepped towards me, kissing me while she stroked my cock. I groaned, a groan which became a yelp as she slid the scalpel through the cord of my left testicle. Still pulling on my erection, she held the organ up for me to see. It rolled in her hand, a trickle of sperm spilling out onto her palm. She looked down to my cock, and I followed her gaze just in time to see a large drop of pre-cum slide down my shaft. 'You fucking love it,' she cooed. 'No...' I tried, but I was too far gone. Lorelei jerked my cock hard, massaging my remaining ball between the fingers of her other hand. I felt the ball tighten as orgasm approached. She looked me in the eyes. 'Bye, bye, balls.' I groaned as I felt the hot cum rush up my shaft. It burst from my cock in thick gushes, four months worth of frustration spurting out onto Lorelei's flat stomach and running across her shaven vagina and down her legs. She moaned as she yanked down my nut and raised the scalpel to the cord. I was still groaning, my cock still in sperm-firing spasms, when she sliced off the ball. I didn't scream, just stared in shock as the testicle was raised before me. Lorelei, grinning wildly and frantically rubbing her pussy, held the testicle above her mouth and squeezed. She groaned ecstatically as the squashed organ let a large, stringy glob of sperm droop down onto her tongue. With the last cum I would ever produce still swirling around her mouth, she kissed me, long and passionately. She sowed me back up with amazing skill before leading me to her bedroom. The cuffs remained in place. I was in a shocked, horrified stupor, my mind trying to come to terms with what just happened, as she lay on the bed and forced my face into her dripping crouch. She made me eat her for hours, all the time keeping my removed balls in her grasp. She rolled them around in her hands, popped them in and out of her mouth, and showed them to me again and again as I licked her tangy cunt. And each time she came to a bucking, liquid orgasm she moaned, 'I cut off your balls... castrated you... you'll never fuck again...' My cock doesn't work anymore, it just lies pathetically limp and shrivelled over my scarred, empty sack. Every once in a while it gets hard - actually proper, rock hard - but only when I think of the beautiful Lorelei, cutting off my balls with my last load glistening on her thighs.