1 comments/ 17500 views/ 2 favorites Prof. Chase and the Sword...Ch. 01 By: HouseofS Prof. Chase and the Sword of Damocles Part One- A Cunning Distraction August 21-Cairo, Egypt "They have the parchment of Osiris in a scroll case on the desk." Professor Jessica Chase exclaimed; the binoculars still to her eyes. I looked at my teacher and mentor and saw what a beautiful woman she was. Long tanned muscular legs ran up into a pair of denim short shorts that framed a large, perfectly symmetrical ass. Her black strapless t-shirt was tucked into her tiny waist but ballooned out, threatening to rip as it tried to contain her massive 42D chest. Auburn hair was tucked into her beige fedora which she called her 'Adventurer's hat'. The hot desert sun gave her a nice sheen of sweat. I saw her pink full lips smile wide as she watched the action from across the hotel's courtyard. "Great. Now we just have to get in there. And how many guards this time?" I asked sardonically. "Just three." She said cheerfully and I scowled. "C'mon, Jack. Where's your sense of adventure?" "I must have left in back in my dorm." I muttered. In truth, I had no idea I needed one when I enrolled in Professor Chase's Archeology class so long ago. I had been an art major, but one class with this passionate professor and I began signing up for another and another until I finally changed my major and became her teaching assistant. And it's still a long way from teaching assistant to stealing priceless artifacts from Egyptian arms dealers a thousand miles from home. "Listen, I'll distract the guards. You come in through the balcony doors and grab the scroll case." She said before opening the door and taking off down the hall. I walked around the length of the hotel until I came to their hallway. Finding a chambermaid cleaning a room a few doors down, I snuck into the room, past the girl and headed out onto the balcony. Ten stories below me, the hotel's luscious pool area looked like a swatch of blue amidst a sea of yellow umbrellas and hard, hard concrete. I gulped as I stepped over the guard rail and hopped to the next. I was so nervous about the height that I never considered how exactly Jessica would distract the guards. Eventually, I made my way to the open doorway of the arms dealer's room. Inside I hear loud sitar music playing and I peeked through the silk curtains. It was a large suite with a single four-poster king-sized bed sitting tall in the center. An overstuffed couch was nearest me and it looked as though they added a few crates to the room. No doubt full of illegal merchandise. I caught sight of the professor in the doorway saying something in Egyptian. They let her in and she began swaying to the music. I slipped into the room unnoticed and hid behind the couch. I peered around the side. It would take her diverting their attention in several directions if I wanted to cross the room and get the case. She danced deeper into the room and the guys all laughed and made half-hearted attempts to dance with her. She made light tugs on her clothing, giving little glimpses of skin as she untucked her shirt. I thought of ways I could aid her if things began to get hairy but then I heard a zipper and almost sat upright. One of the guards had pulled his dick from his pants and was dancing with his hard-on dangling in the wind. Jessica, however, kept smiling and dancing, as he stroked his member for her. More zippers went down and all three now had dark Arabian erections pointed at my teacher. The smallest guy looked to be about six inches while the largest was no more then eight. I wondered if I should charge in to save her honor when I saw her reach down and take the first lucky bastard's cock in her hands. She slipped her hand back and forth over the foreskin, all the while smiling and saying something I couldn't understand. She move to the next guy and helped him pull his pud for awhile. Then she reached for the last man and jerked two dicks at once. Something was said by the first man and Jessica dropped to her knees and kissed the head of his dick! I crawled over to behind a crate for more of a better angle then anything else. She licked and played with his shaft before taking the whole thing in her eager little mouth. The guy sighed and the two others just patiently rubbed their dicks. Hands were at her t-shirt and she made no protest as it came off; her large breasts with their dark half-dollar nipples flopping out. I noticed my own dick stirring and had to adjust my position without giving away my position. Any noise by me and we would both be shot...me first, then her after the rape. But Jessica looked willing as she moved to the next man's schlong. The men began getting undress and Jessica took the third guy to her mouth. Now she had two cocks in her mouth at once but no one seemed to mind. She rose at their command and stepped out of her shorts. I caught the faintest tuft of brown hair between her legs before she bent over, tits pressed into the bed and the guy with the smallest dick pressed into her from behind. She moaned as his dark ass began pumping back and forth into hers. She reached out and took a cock in each hand. I moved to behind the desk and waited for an opportunity to grab the case. Her face contorted into a mask of pleasure and I could tell she was cumming. She cried out and the man behind her looked pleased as her breathing turned to pants and she squeezed hard on the two men. One of the men got up on the bed and lay with his head on the pillows. As soon as Jessica calmed down, she crawled over his body. Her large tits swung as she straddled him. At first, she rose up and sat down on his vertical cock. I could see her back arch as she impaled herself and those glorious boobs were thrust out. Then the next guard got up on the bed and she bent down low to take him in her mouth. Those muscular legs she got from jogging the length of the campus every morning went taunt and her ass became a huge smooth target for the third guy as he climbed into bed and positioned his wand at her pink juicy asshole. I took this chance to reach up and grab the case, but in reality I could have walked across the room for it while whistling dixie. No one would have cared. As the last guard sunk his six inches into her tight asshole, she made a low guttural sound. I crawled all the way back to the couch with no trouble at all. The three of them got into a rhythm and began shaking the bed violently. Jessica, for her part, was bouncing up and down while thrusting that delicious ass back and forth. Seven inches of man-meat was being shoved into her anxious mouth and she slobbered saliva all over it's shaft. She tried playing with the man's balls but had to grip the sheets and hold on as the men fucked all three of her orifices. She opened her mouth and groaned as another orgasm took hold of her, but that didn't stop blowjob boy from ramming his schlong down her throat again and again. Finally, the man in her ass cried out to whatever God he believed in and popped out of her ass. Sticky cum squirted all over her crack. Next was the man in her mouth. He pulled out and thick hot streams of cum blasted her nose, chin and pink lips. He seemed to cum for at least ten to twelve seconds and all of it in powerful bursts. Her open mouth got what it could but she was being fucked too hard to stay in one place and ended up with cum all over her face. With only one guy left, Jessica seemed to ride him harder then ever. It didn't take long after that for the last guard to cry out and, lifting his hips so high she almost feel off the bed, came deep inside her pussy. I myself was nearing release without even touching myself. Two guys helped her down off the bed, dripping wet with sweat and cum. They were all laughing and turned away from me, so I turned to leave as well. A scream in Egyptian told me I had been caught. I turned to see the naked trio scrambling for the crates. Jessica scooped up her clothes and was out the door in a flash. I stepped out onto the balcony and over one guard rail and barely cleared the next. I heard gunfire and looked up to see a naked and pissed Egyptian arms dealer pointing a semi-automatic rifle at me. I said a prayer, tucked the case into my waistband with my hard-on and leapt off the balcony. I hit the pool so hard I was at the bottom before I thought to take a deep breath. I swam hard for the surface. Convinced I had not broken anything, I leapt from the pool and ran soaking wet through the hotel lobby. A young valet was just getting into a late model sedan when I grabbed him from behind and jumped into the car instead. Hitting the gas, I tore off down the street and turned to get to the back of the hotel. "If anything goes wrong..." Jessica had told me and I thought now would certainly qualify. As if on cue, Professor Chase came bursting from the back fire doors, clothes still in hand and covered in cum. She hopped in the back and I tore off. "Where to, ma'am?" I turned around and asked. She was trying to straighten her shorts out. Cum seeped from her pussy onto the leather interior. "Cairo airport. You get the scroll?" She asked and I took the case out of my pants and handed it to her. "Looks like we all got what we wanted" She smiled, thick white cum still covering her lips. "Yup," I laughed. "I guess we did." Prof. Chase and the Sword...Ch. 02 Part Two- The Dance August 23- Belarus, Greece While Professor Chase cleaned herself up in the Cairo Airport restroom, I opened the scroll case we had liberated from the Egyptian Arms Dealers. The scroll, thought to be an ancient text documenting the first commands of Osiris to the King of Egypt, was actually written in a tale written in Latin about King Dionysius and his friend, Damocles. I had heard the story before as a child, but what I found so unique was the specific dates and places of where the sword went after it left Dionysius' possession. It seemed to suggest the sword was real. "Hey Professor," I shouted into the restroom drawing stares from the Arab women around me, "I think we may have grabbed the wrong parchment." Three hours later we had cancelled our trip back to the states and landed in Athens, Greece where Professor Chase had colleagues who were specialists in Greek Mythology. That was two days ago. Having more of a background in Asian myth than Greek, Professor Chase finally got bored with me and gave me a different assignment. Renting a scooter, I headed along the coast to the little town of Belarus. Off the road about a quarter mile, I stumbled across a small outdoor bar atop a cliff overlooking the Mediterranean. Picnic benches sat under spider webs of Christmas lights while a bartender inside a wooden hut served any sort of non-touristy drink you could imagine. I bought a bottle of Ouzo, the house specialty, and rented a shot glass to appear civilized. A portable stereo gave soundtrack to the sunset over the water. I was five fingers into the bottle when a woman walked into the clearing. The other couples and friends seemed to ignore her as she stepped up to the bar and conversed with the bartender in Greek, but I found I couldn't look away. She was about 5'2" with curly black hair, thick and long. Her peasant shirt was unbuttoned at the bottom and gave peeks of a flat stomach as she moved to a bench. She straddled the wooden seat, her floor length skirt stretching across the wood as she sat. A large blue pendant rested on her breastbone against dark olive skin. She had bought two shots and downed each in quick succession with no fanfare or hesitation. She stood back up and stepped into the empty space between the bar and the benches. Though I had noticed it before, the music seemed more pronounced as she closed her eyes and traced the notes in the air with her hands. The music was Greek, but I noticed a samba tempo. She swayed to the bass, her hipbone jutting out from under the shirt with each thrust. Her sandals kicked up the dirt as she moved. Bangles clattered around her wrists as her hands waved in front of her. She used a darker lipstick then the girls at college liked to wear and I couldn't help but watch as she licked the droplets of liquor off her lips. I stood up. The locals may have been able to ignore her, but I could not. I moved in behind her with her eyes still closed and matched the sway of her hips. I took a step closer and she looked up at me. I put my arms out beside her and let my hands find the music. She danced into me, turning back around. She leaned back, resting her shoulders on my chest and I could see the faintest hint of cleavage down her shirt. I could smell jasmine on her body and licorice on her breath. I brought my hands down to her hips feeling the fabric of her overhanging shirt. The song threw in an unexpected bass beat and she thrust her backside into me. I felt the firm curve of her bottom against my manhood. She flexed a little before swaying back away. On the second beat I was ready and thrust into her, putting pressure on her hips with my fingertips. She didn't pull away and we swayed together; left then right, forward then back again. I took her hand in mine and she stepped away and twirled. I pulled her close to my chest and could feel her inhale against me. My hand found her lower back and we stepped in time together. She looked up at me. I looked at her and she smiled. It was a big toothy grin showing off straight white teeth and crystal blue eyes. She slid down my body and I watched helpless as she moved away. I felt her hands on my chest, following her down to my belt. She then grabbed my leg along the inner thigh. The dance required me to step away and I hated it so. I reached out my hand and pulled her to me. Our bodies collided as though they were never meant to be apart. She leaned back and I followed. My head just inches from her chest. The shirt clasped by only two buttons in the middle. Her hair nearly touching the ground. I put my hand on her back to bring her up and noticed no impressions of a bra. I longed to kiss her, but the dance wouldn't let me. I wanted to do nothing to break the trance, yet I would take her on the picnic tables in front of the locals if she would have let me. She spun out of reach again and I sauntered to her. I noticed sweat along her brow as the last rays of sunshine said goodnight to the cliff. The song ended and I dipped her. Her limp body dangling in my strong arms. "You are American, are you not?" She spoke in a strong accent as I pulled her up again. Her lips near inches from my face. "Yes" I whispered. It seemed wrong to talk loudly when this close to an angel. "I could tell." She smiled. She turned in my arms and pushed her backside into me one more time before walking away. "You mind?" She lifted my bottle of Ouzo and I shook my head. She took the bottle neck into her mouth and took a swig. Some liquor spilled from the side of her lips and she smiled before wiping it away with the back of her hand. She sat down and poured me a shot. "Are you going to let me drink alone?" We finished the bottle and talked into the night. The locals finally disappeared back to their homes. The bartender closed up shop. Even the Christmas lights retired for the evening and I sat laughing with her in the moonlight. She talked with her hands and they communicated wonderfully. She grabbed my hands when we shared something in common, which was often. She pushed on me when I said something stupid, which was often. She stroked my face when the conversation lagged and she put her arm over me when she wanted to laugh. "It's late." She said while standing up. It was hard for me to digest the evening was over. I still felt I knew so little about her. I had no way to contact her. No personal information to find her. I felt like blabbering on how we should exchange phone numbers, but I feared ruining the moment. I need not have worried. "Coming?" I followed her as we walked through the woods and back into the town square. She held my hand as she led me to a house in the woods near the town fountain. She led me to a doorway in the back of the house and put my arm around her from behind as she fished out the key. Our bodies never stopped touching after that. I nuzzled her hair and wrapped my hands around her waist. I heard the click of the lock and she turned to say something, but I kissed her. Our mouths opened automatically and our tongues continued their conversation. She walked backwards into the house but we never broke our kiss. I felt hands on my shirt and it was pulled over my head. I gently undid the two buttons of her shirt. It fell away to reveal an almost flat chest with two small dark nipples that poked out at least half an inch above tan dark skin. I took one in my mouth and flicked the hard little nub with my tongue. I sucked and kissed at her breast running my hand over the other one and playing with the nipple. The zipper of my jeans came down. I stood up straight as her petite fingers pulled my jeans and my boxers down together. She ran a hand along my inner thigh before cupping my scrotum. My hardness bobbed in front of her, straining against it's own confines. She ran her palm along the underside of my shaft and then brought her lips to the head, now dripping with precum. The air in my lungs escaped me as her lips parted to engulf me. She pushed her lips forward and with agonizing deliberance slowly took the entire length into her mouth. I held my remaining breath as her nose nuzzled my pubic hair and I could feel her tongue hard at work. She scratched at my balls as she withdrew. A wet smack was heard as I left her mouth and she licked the head over and over like an ice cream. I pushed her back on the bed as I dropped down to lift her skirt. Long, muscular legs gave way to back thong panties so small I was almost sure she had put them on backwards. Tufts of black curly hair stuck out from the fabric. I kissed her inner thigh. I put my hands under her knees and hoisted them to my shoulders. She was leaning back on her elbows and she threw her head back and laughed as I bit her thigh close to the panty line. I slipped a finger under the elastic and pulled it aside. Her hair was curly and thick matching her head. I kissed her between her legs, finding her lips wet and ready for me. My tongue traced the path to her clit. I pressed my tongue flat against it. She fidgeted under my lashing. I moved my flat tongue up and down her slit. My fingers finding her ass and lifting her up to me. I grazed my teeth over her and she let out a little gasp. I pushed my tongue deep inside her and licked her clit from the other side. She bucked and squirmed under me. I slipped a finger to her asshole and she screamed. She quickly grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up to her. I felt my hard-on press against her wetness. I kissed her and our bodies moved in unison to connect. I was inside her in a simple movement, buried to the hilt. My pubic hair tangled with her. We both do not move for a moment. I looked into her eyes and saw her need mirrored alongside my own. I pulled out until the head of my cock was stretching her open again then I plunged into her with a reckless abandon. I thrust into her with animalistic fervor. Her feet came up and pressed against my upper chest, giving me deeper access. I slammed into her. The smell of jasmine mixed with sweat and sex. Her head thrashed back and forth and little moans became loud guttural grunts. I too lost the ability for coherent noise and grunted like a dog as I took her. Her body arched wide like when she was dancing; her nearly standing on her head on the bed. Her hands smacked the mattress again and again as she cried out in Greek. Her vaginal grip on my dick tightened and she screamed out in orgasm. I never relented as she went on and on. Her body involuntarily convulsing with each shudder. "Pl-please, cum inside me." She gasped, bringing both legs back to her head. I lost all sense of control and patience. I let out a low scream and buried myself in her as I came. I could feel the cum escaping my dick in large spurts. She reacted to each pulse. Finally, I collapsed on top of her. Her legs moving around and gripping me one last time. I found her hand in mine as we awoke sometime later. A small symbol of an upside down 'T' was tattooed on the inside of her left wrist. I looked over at her sleeping form. She was still covered in a sheen of sweat from a few hours ago. The skirt had been taken off in the middle of the night and lay across the foot of the bed. I sat up. "I never did get your name?" She said suddenly. I looked down at her noticing the faint muscular lines that trailed from her abs to between her legs. "Jack." "Talia" She said getting out of bed. She stood up and began walking away. Her taunt, firm ass swaying as she walked into the bathroom. "Coming?" She said without looking back. "In a minute." I assured her. I saw the blue pendant she had been wearing the night before on a dresser by the bathroom. I picked it up. It was etched on both sides with ancient Greek symbols. I pulled some parchment from my jeans pocket and a crayon. Placing the paper over the pendant, I made a rubbing of each side before folding the parchment back up. Talia Menopolus, daughter of Nikos Menopolus, Minister of Foreign Affairs. The necklace had been a gift by an Egyptian dignitary. It had been found at a dig in Cairo but contained Greek symbols, so the Egyptian government felt the need to return it as a token of good faith. With any luck, these markings will aid the scroll in pinning down the location of the Sword of Damocles. I slid the rubbings back into my jeans and returned them to the floor as I heard the shower start. I went into the bathroom and closed the door. Today, Professor Chase would have to wait for me.