1 comments/ 16516 views/ 0 favorites The Most Eclectic Taste By: Decayed Angel It took a while to find the restaurant, I had to make several u-turns and stopped several times to ask directions, but I finally found it in the back corner if a very dark alley. I never really minded going out to eat alone and since my tastes leaned toward the eclectic, I was alone more often than not. I think in this specific case, there was no way I wanted anyone with me, I wanted to be able to dedicate my full attention to the delicacies they placed before me. Pulling up in front of the establishment, I climbed out of the car and handed the valet the keys asking him, "Where do you park them?" "We rent space in a parking garage on the next block. It's not too far away and the garage is secure. Your car will be fine." Nodding, I watched him climb into my car and carefully pull away. I turned to the entrance and yes, it was just as it was described to me. There were no signs except for a small one on the door that said: Private, admittance by appointment only. There rest of the building looked foreboding with the black plywood covering the entire lower floor and filling in all window openings on the second and third floor. Above the plywood, sooty grey brick ran between oddly stained limestone ledges. A single light at the door only dimly lit the wooden porch area and the concrete steps up to the porch were worn and slippery. After carefully climbing up the steps onto the porch I knocked the door and waited. A small tray slid out a small opening in the door and I heard a voice from a small intercom in the wall that I hadn't noticed before. "Good evening. Please place your driver's license or passport in the tray for reservation confirmation." I grabbed my walled, pulled out the driver's license, put it in the tray and watched it disappear. In a moment the tray slid back out and I retrieved my license. Returning it to my wallet I stepped back from the door and then watched it open into small room. Light spilled out onto the porch and I carefully entered the door, noticing it closed and locked behind me. "Welcome Mr. Thouson, you have come well recommended. Please follow me to the interview room, I understand you are familiar with our procedures here." "Well, somewhat, Mr. Aruputa told me of the nature of this restaurant and explained that security was very tight." "The nature of the delicacies we offer requires us to be sure of our clients, but also in an effort to provide you with a uniquely satisfying experience we will provide you with a guide to help as you partake of our delicacies. "Please understand, our guides are not there to interfere with your private dining, but more as a culinary expert. Some of our clients want to have the subtle differences in the flavors and textures explained as they eat, others, prefer the sanctity of silence. Your signal to your guide will be a simple clasp of the wrist. If he is talking, he will be silent until you next clasp his wrist and vice versa. Again, given what we offer here, we work hard to understand even the most reticent of diners. "Mr. Aruputa told me I will never experience anything like this anywhere else." "We do pride ourselves on the unique experience. Now Mr. Thouson, let me introduce you to Hespia, she will conduct the interview." A beautiful older woman reached her black gloved hand and shook my hand firmly as she said in an almost whisper, "Good evening Mr. Thouson. Please understand that the very personal nature of my questions are all part of our commitment to your dining pleasure. You may refuse to answer any question and all questions you desire, but please be aware it may undermine our ability to maximize your enjoyment. If you are ready, I will begin." Pausing for a moment, I looked Hespia over. Her jet black hair was well streaked in grey and her face showed some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth. She had dark brown eyes that seemed to dart here and there as she studied me. Her black dress was basically a lace, see-thru material that exposed her legs and arms, but it appeared she had on a tight black one piece body suit that covered her nicely curved body. "Are you ready?" she asked me. "Yes Ma'am," I answered. For the next twenty to thirty minutes I answered several hundred questions about my overall health, my eating habits and taste, my sexual experience, with some very touchy stuff about my perversions, turn-ons, and turn-offs. Throughout the interview the woman's tone did not change from her whispered monotone, even on some of the most delicate questions. "Thank you Mr. Thouson," Hespia said. "We will take a few minutes to evaluate the questionnaire and then assign a guide for you. Please have a seat there." Stepping into the room, I wondered about something I didn't initially notice, but now it seems important. The waiting rooms I have entered each had only one chair, and really didn't have much room anyone else. Apparently, once entering the establishment each diner is separated from all others. The waiting area was dimly lit, with very ancient appearing Chinese or Japanese Tapestries on several walls. The colorful landscapes and military battles were a bit difficult to see in the low light, and though I stood up to get s closer view, between the tables, small soji-screens and plants, I couldn't get a very good view. I wondered if they were as valuable as they appeared. "Mr. Thouson, I have been selected to assist you this evening," a portly fellow at the door said cheerfully. "I am Mishio Matsua, feel free to call me Miso, like the soup. Before we begin, do you have any questions?" "Well yes, your waiting areas are so small, do you have larger one for larger groups?" "No sir, the dining experience here is expected to be an individual experience, so people are only served by themselves... accompanied by their guide of course." "The tapestries?" "Ah, so very astute for you to notice. Most of these are originals, some dating back many years. Would you like me to talk of the history of each?" "Well no, I'm not that familiar with the history, they are just so beautiful." Miso smiled broadly, "Oh Mr. Thouson, these are just the beginnings of beautiful things you will see and yes, taste tonight. Just the beginnings." "I am anxious to begin," I said. "Okay, but before we go I want to take just a moment to discuss proper etiquette. As I mentioned, our intent is to provide an individual dining experience, but there may be occasions when we will see other diners while making our way to different rooms. We ask that all you do is respectfully bow to the other diner and continue to follow me. Even in you recognize the individual, we strongly will request you simply bow and then continue." "Okay, I think I will be able to do that." "Please understand that your experience tonight is specifically designed for a first time visitor here. With each subsequent experience here, other dining opportunities will become available to you based upon your desires. Of course, this is all based upon your own personal preferences. "As we head to your specific room we will pass a number of other rooms, many of which are reserved to much more eclectic and dare I say perverse tastes than we initially will provide for you. Again, based upon your own personal preferences we can avail these to you on your subsequent visits. Now, if you will, please follow me." Miso led me out of the waiting room through a narrow hallway into a large room that looked like some type of a lodge or something. It was octagonal, with three doors at each of the eight sides. Stepping into the lodge I passed a man I had seen before, on TV. Trying not to gawk, I bowed to him and then walked on. Miso whispered, "Yes, that is who you think it is. Please, remember the etiquette, there are many Government Officials who dine here, some much more powerful that the man you just bowed to." We stepped into one of the middle doors and passed down another hallway and entered into another large lodge like room, just like the last one. Apparently at each of the eight sides to the rooms are three doors, two that lead to dining rooms, the middle door entering a hallway to another octagon. This time we stepped through the left door on the wall into complete darkness. I felt Miso's hand take hold of my arm as he said, "Careful Mr. Thouson, let me help you." "You can see in this darkness." "I know the way, besides there are some luminous strips on the floor." Glancing downward I spotted a few spots faintly glowing. Watching the spots, I let Miso guide me down the path to my chair. I could hear some breathing and movement in front of me, but still could see anything in the darkness. "Before you start," Miso whispered, pulling his chair up beside me, "on each side of your setting you'll find several different pallet cleansers." Lighting a tiny flashlight he shined the light on some pink strips of something, "These are ginger root, like when you eat sushi, here is some sorbet, we have crackers, salted and unsalted, some water and finally some warm, green tea. We ask that, to make things more comfortable for everyone, you try a pallet cleanser whenever you wish, but when you partake of one of these, please take a sip of the tea before returning to your main course." "Okay, I think that is reasonable and certainly understandable considering." "Are you ready?" Miso asked. "Yes, I am ready." "Okay, curtain please." I could hear some ruffling, and then could detect movement, but it still remained pitch dark. Something was sliding toward me. "Put your hands on your lap while the upper table is moved into place," Miso said, moving his chair back a bit. Something brushed my shoulder and I could feel a strange warmth around me. I also detected a distinct fragrance and took a deep breath through my nose. "Ah yes, take in the fragrance before we take up the lights. You like sushi, so you know the importance of all senses in the finest dining," Miso whispered in my ear. "Are you ready for the lights?" "Oh yes," I replied. The lights came up and I watched her slowly appear. The woman was on her back, her legs open with a leg on each side of me. Sitting up straight I could look over her stomach, her breasts and see her face. Relaxing back into my chair I looked straight between her legs, at her beautiful slit. Miso began a quiet, unobtrusive narration, "Based upon your preferences, you'll note the young woman has black silken pubic hair, nicely trimmed. Tonight, you have a unique opportunity because this young woman is a virgin. Now, of course our normal agreed upon price of the meal is the same, but we can offer you, for an additional cost, the unique opportunity of tasting a virgin and then, if you want to wait for a moment, you can then taste her after her virginity has been taken." "You mean..." "We can arrange for a man to take her virginity while you wait. She will then return and you can taste the difference between virgin and non-virgin flesh." "Will he wear a condom?" "Well of course, unless you request something different." Intrigued by the possibilities I said, "Yes a condom this time, and yes I will pay extra to try to the two tastes." I sat up straight and looked at the woman. She stared back at me, smiling shyly she moved a hand to her forehead and tossed back a strand of black hair that cascaded over her face. Pausing a moment, I looked over to Miso. After a few moments he said, "Oh yes," bowing slightly, he continued, "if you need anything you can press the button there and I will attend you promptly." He bowed again and backed out of the room. Pulling my chair up I leaned in between her legs and took a deep breath, breathing her fragrance. With a hint of jasmine in the air, her moist earthiness was very enticing. Letting my face brush along the inside of her thigh, I noted how soft her skin was. Moving close, I gently kissed the lips of her pussy, starting at the top and slowly working downward. She arched her back and moaned slightly, obviously wanting more. Ever so gently I moved my tongue up and down, just enough to slowly burrow in between her lips. Wanting to savor her, I eased my tongue into her, centimeter by centimeter, noting first how she tasted to just the tip of my tongue and then, pushing deeper, I let her flavor flood over my tongue. I had assumed the faint scent of jasmine to her fragrance was from a perfume, but again, the earthy tanginess of her did carry the slightest hint of jasmine too. Moving my hands to her hips, I held her gently, pushing my tongue deeper into her, tasting her and exploring her at the same time. She had begun to move, easing her hips up and down in an increasingly impatient manner. Teasing her some, I explored her cunt some more finding the taught band of her hymen, but finally withdrawing my tongue and easing a finger into her. My tongue eased up her slit, gently rolling onto her clit, while I pushed my finger in and pressed it against her hymen. As my tongue moved round and round on her clit, I slowly increased the pressure on the band of flesh, trying to stretch it some. Drawing her clit into my mouth and sucking now, I began moving my finger in and out of her wet opening. She responded to me, moving her hips faster now she moaned loudly. After all that teasing, her orgasm came quickly, surprising me as suddenly she raised her hips and then shuddered. I could feel her pussy pulsate over my fingers as I sucked her clit between my lips and held in it firmly. In a few moments, she relaxed, easing her ass back down onto the table in front of me. I moved my tongue down and slipped it into her cunt, letting her cover it in her abundant juices. Her taste had distinctly changed. I no longer detected the hint of jasmine, instead she tasted a bit saltier and the tanginess was more intense. After that one last taste, I moved my face back away from her, pushed back my chair and pushed the button. Miso entered the room almost immediately, saying, "Have you finished or do you need something else?" "No, I've finished this course, but there is one thing I would like to ask," I said, looking back at the woman. "What is that sir?" "Would it be allowable if I were the one to take her virginity?" "Well, it is not something we normally do, but... wait here a moment and let me confirm," he said, walking briskly out of the room. A few moments later he returned handing me a piece of paper. Unfolding it I looked down and read it. It was a price quote for additional services, including the cost of another room, the cost of my contact with the woman, along with a substantial fee called a "mdh" fee. I looked up at Miso and asked, "What is the fee?" "That is a maidenhead fee, the cost if you take it." I grabbed a pen, signed my acceptance of the offer and handed the paper back to Miso, who bowed and said, "The lights will go down now and we will remove the table and the woman. When the lights come back up you will be alone for just a moment as I will be preparing the room for you and the woman. Please remain comfortable for a few moments. When I return I will lead you into the room where you can take her virginity. We will then return here for you to complete your tasting." I nodded and the room went suddenly dark. Hearing some activity in front of me, I remained seated as Miso asked, looking forward to touching the beautiful woman once again. The Most Eclectic Taste Ch. 02 I continued sitting in the dark for some time before I noticed the brief flash of light as a door opened and then quickly closed. In a few moments I heard a voice, "Mr. Thousan, we will go to another room now," Miso said, his hand lightly touching my shoulder. "Okay, you will need to lead me, I can't see a thing," I said, standing up and turning toward his voice. "Here just hold my arm and remember the markings on the floor. I will give you a moment to get your bearings before we head for the door," he said, his arm lightly against my side. Holding his arm I looked down at the floor and eventually could see the faint glow of the luminescent markings on the floor. I whispered to Miso, "Okay, I am ready when you are." Walking slowly, Miso guided me back to where I noticed the brief flash of light. This time when he opened the door there was no bright light. The corridor was dim, but it light enough to see the floors and walls. Once we stepped out into the corridor we turned right and walked only a short ways before reaching another door. I am normally very good with directions but with the darkness and the many turns and doors in all the corridors I had become completely lost. By the time Miso opened the door and we stepped into darkness again I knew I would be dependent upon him to get me out of this place. A frightening prospect if you think about what this place might be like if there was a fire or other emergency. As we stood, now just inside the dark room, I scanned the floor for a sign of the luminescent markings, but saw nothing. I did notice a tiny spot of light across the room. Initially I thought it was a continuous burning light, but then it seemed to flicker on and off at no set intervals. Later I realized it was a steady light and when it appeared the light flickered off actually someone was passing between me and the light. Soon the lights slowly brightened until I could make out a bed, with a woman in a robe sitting on its edge. Miso and I moved closer to the bed and I could see it was the woman I had just tasted about an hour earlier. She looked at me without expression, but when I said, "Hello," she seemed to perk up a bit. "Good evening sir," she said reaching her hand out to me. Bowing slightly, I took her hand and shook it, feeling just how tiny her palms and fingers were. "So wonderfully delicate," I thought, imagining feeling those fingers touching me, touching my cock. My cock was beginning to get hard and I was ready to get started, but Miso was still standing there. "Is there anything more Miso?" I asked. "Oh, no sir, I will depart as you wish. On the table there is a button you can push and I will return to you, otherwise, please enjoy." "Oh yes, a condom... do you have a condom?" I asked, wanting to make sure that when I tasted the woman again, I was tasting just her. "In the drawer is an assortment, please use whatever you need." Turning to him I said, "Thank you Miso." "Just part of the service," he said, bowing to me. He then turned and walked to the door and stepped out into the corridor. Turning back to the woman in the robe I asked, "How are you?" "I am fine thank you," she said very quietly. I thought I detected a slight tremble in her voice. Opening the drawer with the condoms, I shuffled through the assortment looking for one that would not leave anything that might change or affect the way she tasted. I had paid a lot for this experience and I wasn't about to let a cherry flavored condom ruin the experience for me. Finally finding an un-lubricated, unflavored condom I took it out of the drawer and was about to open it, but her hands quickly reached out to mine. "I will do that for you," she said, gently taking the condom from me. Holding the packet she paused, looking at me. "Oh yes," I smiled and then began undressing. When I had removed all my clothes I moved back to her and watched as her fingers so delicately held my cock and then rolled the condom down its length. When she finished, she stood up, opened her robe and then placed it down at the foot of the bed. Remembering how she looked earlier, when I tasted her, I was more enthralled as I reached out and ran my hand around her hip and onto her ass, gently squeezing it. Her skin was so smooth and soft, her ass firm but again so soft. I pulled her to me, my cock squeezed between us. Turning my head down, I kissed her very gently on the mouth and then moved downward kissing her neck and then moving on the small mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were small, but after I licked and sucked them some they firmed up. I let them roll across my face, feeling the nubs move over my nose, cheeks and then back to my mouth. Kissing downward, I paused at her nicely groomed pubic hair running my face back and forth over the black strands. I then stood up, grabbed her by the waist and gently placed her on the bed, kneeling before her. Moving my head between her thighs, I breathed in the heady scent I had just experienced a little over an hour before. Yes, there was that hint of jasmine again. I moved closer and slipped my tongue into her pussy. She immediately responded, moving a bit closer to me and opening her legs wider. Moving my tongue up to her clit, I slipped a finger into her and pushed in and out, trying to gauge just how wet she was getting. My tongue circled quickly on her clit and with my fingers moving in and out of her she was quickly well lubricated. Since my condom was not lubricated, I wanted to make sure she was wet enough to take me without too much pain, so she did need to be wet. With my tongue on her clit and my finger inside her, she was very wet within a minute or so, so I stood up and climbed on the bed watching her turn beneath me. Looking at her face, I noticed she had that odd, detached look about her that I had noticed before. She was going through the motions but seemed as if in a daze. Figuring it was just some slight nervousness, I continued, moving my cock and gently pushing it to her lips. With my hand I moved it up and down some trying to work up some wetness on it. In a few moments it glistened in her juices and I began to work it further into her. Glancing up at her face, I could only see the whites of her eyes. I sat on the bed and asked, "What is the matter?" Seeming to snap out of a trance, she whispered, "No it's fine, I'm fine." She was trembling very badly now. "You are not fine, what is wrong? "I thought you wanted to do this. They assured me..." "I do want to do it, it is just that I am nervous." "Nervous? Look, I will be gentle, it will hurt just a little bit, but then it should be okay." "It's not that," she whispered, "I don't want to bring disgrace on my family, I am afraid I will do this wrong." "But there is no wrong, I can show you what to do, besides, no one is watching, no one will know..." "They are watching. If I do this with you all my father's debts will be paid off, he is watching." "Watching? How is he watching?" "He is watching, along with the men he owes money..." "Watching? Someone is watching?" "There is always someone watching, they pay good money to watch," she replied. "But they said..." "They tell you only if you want to know you are being watched, otherwise, others will pay to watch you without you knowing it." Whispering I said, "They lied to me!" I was about to reach for the button when I changed my mind. Still leaning over her I whispered, "Once you've paid your father's debts will they release you?" "No, but he can then return home and be free from these men." "And you will be free too, right?" "No, I belong to these men." "You what?" "Yes, I will remain with them until I am too old and no longer pretty. I will them work as a servant." "You're a slave?" "No, a servant." "We've got to do something. Look I know you don't really want to do this..." "Yes, I want to, I have to." "No, you don't have to." "But..." "Look, we will pretend to do this, I want you to act like you feel pain when I get on top of you. I will push myself against you and act as if this is happening. Then we will figure how to get out of here. Do you understand?" "But I must..." "No, just act like this is really happening," I said, leaning over on her. Once on top of her I began to move my hips up and down, sliding my cock over her lips, sliding between them, but not penetrating her. I continued on for several minutes, pretending to fuck her slowly and gently, as I would a virgin, all the while I was forming my plan. While we moved, I could tell she was being stimulated and realized that with the grinding against her lips and all, her clit was feeling some of the contact. She started moving her hips up and down and in moments she came, moaning and pushing herself against me. As she calmed a bit, I arched my back and acted as if I came. "Is there a bathroom here?" I asked. She pointed off to the side and I quickly rushed into the bathroom, pulled the condom off and quickly flushed it. Returning to the woman, I said, "Okay, let them take you back into the room where I first saw you. I have a plan, we will get out of here." "But..." "No, we will do this, we can do this," I said in a firm tone, not sure if I was trying to convince her or convince myself. I reached over, pressed the button and waited for Miso to appear. I ran my hand through her long, black hair and said, "Just play along, act as if this really happened." The door opened and Miso stepped in. The Most Eclectic Taste Ch. 03 Miso looked at me and asked, "Did you enjoy yourself Mr. Thousan?" "Yes, we had a little trouble at first, but the things went very smoothly. She is a lovely woman, I am surprised she remained a virgin so long." "Yes, there are many women who live very protected lives," he said. "And yet they are willing to give their virginity to a stranger?" "They are well compensated for it, if you recall your fee." "But she doesn't get all of it does she?" I asked. "Well, I am not really permitted to discuss the details of our business transactions, but please rest assured she is paid more than she could earn doing anything else." "I guess I'll have to take your word on that." "Please follow me, we will return to the dining room where you can complete your research in taste. The set up will be the same unless you would like something different," he said, leading me to the door back into the corridor. Following him I replied, "You know, if I could have some vodka or something like that, something to sip between tastes." "Of course, do you have any preference..." "No, surprise me." "A surprise, well, I'll tell our bartender and see if he can surprise you." "And you know, it was kind of dim in the room..." "We keep the light levels low so not to detract from the ambiance," he replied, interrupting me. "Oh nothing so bright at that, I was thinking maybe a candle or something... yes a candle would be nice, I would like to see the light from it flicker on her body." "A candle?" "Yes a candle, is there a problem?" "Well I'm not sure, I'd..." "Look Miso, for as much as I have paid here so far tonight I think you can afford a candle, or if not, put it on my bill," I said forcefully. "And keep in mind, I still have to figure out the tip I will leave." "Yes of course sir, I'd didn't mean we wouldn't do it, I was just wondering where I'd find one, but now that I think about it, I know just where to go," he said opening the door back into the room where I had dined earlier. "If you could wait here, I'll bring the candle," he said, rushing out of the door. I stood by the door waiting for Miso to return while watching over toward the chair where I sat and first tasted the woman. The woman... I didn't even know her name. Here I was about to do something, possibly risking my life for a woman whose name I didn't even know. So far things were working out okay, but the real danger would come very soon. In a few moments Miso returned, opening the door and carrying the candle. He walked over to the counter where I could see her waiting for me, and placed the candle near her. He looked back to me and said, "I think everything is ready Mr. Thousan." "My drink?" Just then I noticed someone approaching from the other side of the counter as Miso said, "As we speak sir." He turned and watched at the drink was set on the counter next to the woman. Miso looked back to me and said, "If there is nothing else, I will leave you alone." "Thank you Miso," I said, sitting down in the chair and scooting up between the woman's legs. Miso headed to the door and left, saying, "Oh and if you need me, remember to press the button." He then stepped into the corridor and closed the door. Leaning my head forward, I rested it on her thigh, breathing in the fragrance of her lovely pussy. I was tempted to take another taste, but kept myself focused on the plan. I whispered to her, "Can you hear me okay?" "Yes," she whispered back. "Okay, we will pretend here for a bit and then, I will take a drink, but will spill some of it. I will pretend to start again and then stop for another drink and spill some more on the other side. Once you are ready after that, I will take the candle and set the spilled alcohol on fire and pull you away. "We'll then run for the door. Now once we are in the corridor will you be able to find your way out?" "Yes, I think so." "Now, you can't just think so, can you get us out of here." "Yes, I will," she replied, sounding more confident now. "Okay, now act as if I am doing something now," I whispered, moving my head closer to her, bobbing it up and down as if I was eating her. She began moving her hips, pushing her pussy up to me until she was so close it took everything I had to pull away and pretend to take a drink, spilling about half of the drink across the counter and the carpet. I moved my head back in between her legs so closely that I could feel her pubic hair tickle my nose. Once again, she acted as if my tongue was touching her, sliding between her lips, dipping into her wet opening. Moving my head, I acted as if I were discerning the taste of her. Pulling away from her, I spilled more of the drink on the other side of her and then grabbed the candle, touching it to the spilled liquid on each side of her. Flames shot up around her as she screamed, completely terrified. I reached out, grabbed her hand and pulled her out from between the flames, which quickly converged behind her. We dashed to the door, me carrying the candle in one hand and holding her hand in the other. Fortunately the door opened and we rushed into the hall, and moved through another door. Taking the candle, I set it under some curtains and then we ran through the room as the curtains burst into flames. Opening another door, I screamed, "FIRE, EVERYONE GET OUT!" Doors immediately began opening and people poured out of dozens of rooms. The woman grabbed my hand and we rushed though several more doors, finally reaching the valet service at the front of the building. The valet workers had already cleared out, leaving the key cabinet open. I rifled through the keys, found mine then grabbed her by the hand and rushed out of the door and continued running toward the parking garage. Running up the ramps, I found my car on the second floor and we both jumped in. I pulled out of the space and sped toward the exit, pulling out onto the street and speeding away. In my rear view mirror I could see the first signs of flames at two of the windows in the building. At the main door there were dozens of people running. When I got several blocks away I slowed down to a reasonable speed and then turned to my passenger and said, "All this has happened and I don't even know your name." Covering herself with her arms she said, "I am Fumiko Ondo." "I am Jim Thousan, pleased to make your acquaintance. Now, if you look on the seat behind you, you'll see a blanket and a coat. You can use them to cover up while I search for a hotel we can hide in." "But I live not far away." "No, it won't be safe there, we don't know if they think the fire was a accident or if we set the fire. In any event, they'd surely be looking for you. We'll check into a hotel and in the morning I'll go find you some clothes and call some friends and see what we need to do." In a few minutes I pulled into the parking lot to a small hotel and stepped into the office to check in. I then came back to the car and drove to a corner room near the back, where I parked the car and we quickly slipped inside. Once in the room, Fumiko sat on the bed and I said, "I've got the room next door..." "No, no don't leave me alone, please, please!" "But..." "Please stay with me," she begged. "Okay, there's two beds, we might as well get some rest," I said moving over to the other bed and climbing on it. I closed my eyes, but then felt the bed move. Opening my eyes I saw her climbing in beside me. She had removed the towel and placed the jacket on the bed, so she was now naked. She moved her head near mine and whispered, "Make love to me." "But we escaped from there so you didn't have to." "I want to do this," she said, "I need to." "You don't owe me anything." "I owe you my life," she said, moving her hand down my thigh. "But you don't have to do this." "I want to do this, I want to do it now. Besides, once I do this I will be less valuable to them." "But they think you did it anyway." "They have doctors who check it. On some women they have actually rebuilt them so they could be virgins to many men. But the doctors always check." "I can't..." "Please make love to me. I want you... you, you to be my first. No one else." I didn't say anything, but I didn't move her hand away as she moved it to my cock, which quickly hardened to her touch. Leaning over, I kissed her gently and then climbed out of bed and removed my clothes. Kneeling between her legs, I moved my mouth down to her pussy, pushing my tongue inside her and then sliding it up to her clit. Sucking the nub into my mouth I gently sucked her while pushing two fingers into her, carefully pressing against the tight band as the top of her opening. She began raising her hips as I increased the speed of my tongue on her clit, continuing to work my fingers into her. In a few moments she began to moan and I quickly lapped my tongue up and down over her clit, faster and faster until she arched her back and lifted her hips up off the bed. He pussy then began pulsating, squeezing and then loosening on my fingers as she came. I paused, resting my head on her thigh while keeping my fingers buried inside her, feeling the pulsations slowly subside. As she recovered, I moved closer to her and let her take my cock and guide it into herself. Pushing very slowly, but steadily, I inched my cock into her until I heard her gasp and my cock moved easily into her. I waited a moment and then asked, "Are you okay?" "Yes, it hurt a bit, but now it's not so bad, it just burns a little." "Do you want me to stop?" "No, no, please don't stop?" "Are you sure?" I asked, not wanting to hurt her anymore. She moved her head up and kissed me, saying, "Don't stop, I want you now." With those words I slowly withdrew and then pushed back into her, pausing until I saw she wasn't hurting too much. Withdrawing again, I then pushed my cock as deep into her as I could go, this time her gasp seemed more from the pleasure than pain. I continued moving in and out, moving faster and harder as we progressed. Soon I would feel my balls bouncing gently off her ass as I reached my depth. The feel of her tight pussy around me drew me closer and closer until I finally came, shooting my cum into her in spurt after spurt. Supporting my weight with my hands, I remained over her, my cock buried in her as it slowly shrank. After a few moments it slipped out and I moved over beside her, holding her in my arms. We slept together like that, as if we didn't have a care in the world. We'd face a lot of challenges in the days ahead, but right there, at that time, we were complete in each other's arms.