0 comments/ 84863 views/ 8 favorites Althea By: Just Plain Bob I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was smart, but popular was something I had never been and probably would never be. Not that I didn't want to be, but for some reason shy, nerdy types like me were avoided. I didn't play sports; all I did was study and concentrate on my passion - computers and the wondrous things that you can do with them. Althea changed boyfriends like I got haircuts - every couple of weeks. She went from guy to guy - all jocks and all what I have heard girls refer to as 'hunks' - like a honeybee flitting from flower to flower. At the time it didn't occur to me to wonder about the fact that maybe two-thirds of them were black. Outside of a couple of shared classes I had absolutely nothing in common with Althea so it was totally illogical of me to even waste a minute thinking about her. Still, for my sophomore and junior years I watched her and wished that I could be one of the guys she spent time with. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was the start of my senior year when the miracle occurred. I was at the library doing research on a paper that I had to turn in. I was sitting at a table pouring over reference material when Althea walked up to the table and asked me if she could sit down. I was so surprised that I was tongue tied, but no way I was going to say no so I just motioned to one of the chairs. "We hardly know each other" she said, "So you probably are not aware that I can sometimes be blunt almost to the point of being insulting. This is probably one of those times. Are you gay?" I was caught totally off guard by the question and I just sat there opened mouthed and started at her. After an embarrassingly long silence she said, "Not a hard question, a simple yes or no would do." "No, no I'm not" I managed to croak out. "Next question. I've watched you watch me for the last couple of years now yet you have never any attempt to get to know me. Why is that?" The situation was just so totally bizarre that I just sat there. "Not much of a conversationalist are you. Well, let me give me my thoughts on it. I figured that it was one of two things. One, you were gay and you were watching me running around with the hunks that you wanted for yourself, but you say that you aren't gay so that takes me to number two. You are shy, shy and unsure of yourself. Shy with maybe a touch of an inferiority complex. Is that it? Too shy and afraid that you wouldn't measure up against football and basketball players?" It was too much, too fast, and I was overwhelmed; the words just would not come out. "Come on Herb, help me out here. Don't make me do it all." "Do it all?" I managed to blurt out. "Yes, do it all. You won't come to me so I had to come to you. I'm sitting here giving you opportunities up the kazoo to jump in and say something, but you are just sitting there like a lump. You are not doing my ego much good here Herb." "I'm sorry, I...I... just don't know what to say." "Not used to forceful, assertive women Herb, or just not used to women at all?" "I...I... I haven't much experience with women." "Okay, I guess I will have to do it all." She slid a piece of paper across the table to me, "That's my address. Pick me up at seven. I have a party to go to and I need an arm to hang on." "I...I can't. I have a paper due and I need to finish it tonight." "Bullshit Herb. Your GPA is a solid four point oh and you are the darling of every professor whose class you take. You could turn in a paper that simply said, "I hate this class" and you would still get an A on it. Seven Herb" and she stood up and gathered up her purse and her books. She turned to go and then she turned back to me. "And Herb? Wear a tie. First dates need to be just a touch formal, don't you think?" ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I watched her walk away and wondered just what in the hell had happened. I was there to pick her up at seven and I did wear a tie. We went to the party and I spent four hours being stared at by people who were just as curious about what was going on as I was. A couple of times a guy tried to separate Althea from me and get her to leave with him, but she just said that she didn't think that her boyfriend would like that. Boyfriend? I was absolutely lost about what was going on. The party over I took Althea home and walked her to her door. She smiled, patted me on the cheek and said, "I don't kiss on the first date Herbie; it gives the guy something to look forward to on the next date. For us that will be day after tomorrow. Dinner and a movie. Pick me up at six" and she went inside. Since it was only Wednesday (Thursday early AM actually) I had a day and a half to try and figure what was going on, but by five o'clock on Friday evening I still didn't have a clue. I suppose that I could have just come out and asked her, but why should I do that? For years I had watched her with no expectation of ever even speaking to her and here she was telling people that I was her boyfriend. I was going to jeopardize that? No way. I might only last a week or maybe not even that long, but I was going to take what I could get. I was there to pick her up at five-fifty and her hello was accompanied by a bemused smile. "A little eager are we?" "No, I just hate to be late." "It's a good trait Herbie, being eager I mean. I've made reservations at Lascars and I hope you like 'chic flicks' because I'm dying to see First Wives Club." She looked at her watch and then at me and smiled as she said, "Don't worry Herbie, I didn't order your entr‚e too." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dinner was nice and we used the time to find out more about each other. The movie wasn't my cup of tea, but I would have happily sat through a foreign film with sub-titles as long as I could be with Althea. When I took her home and walked her to her door she thanked me for a lovely time, gave me a kiss that turned my bones to jelly and told me to pick her up at one on Saturday. I drove to my place with a head full of thoughts and questions and the only thing I was sure about was that I was totally confused. The girl of my dreams had taken me out on two dates and had just set up a third one and I had not even asked her out for the first time. What's more, as I recall it, I never did ever ask her out. Althea ended every date we had setting up the next one. She took charge of my life and I was so happy that I never said a word, never questioned it, not once. The next four dates ended with kisses on her front porch, each one just a little longer than the previous one. The next dozen or so ended with necking sessions in the car that seemed to get hotter and hotter until one night she unbuttoned her blouse to show me that she wasn't wearing a bra. She took my hands and carried them to her breasts, "Show them that you like them Herbie." I played with them for a while and then Althea pulled my head down to them. "Work the nipples Herbie, lick my nipples." I did and she started moaning and her hands grabbed the back of my head and held me to her. I moved a hand up her leg and she slapped it away, "Don't get greedy Herbie, all in good time." The next three dates ended the same way - I got to pay homage to her tits - but the next one, when I reached for her breasts, she pushed my hands away. "No Herbie, not tonight. Tonight it is your turn" and her hand went for my fly, she pulled down the zipper and reached inside for my cock. Things moved quickly after that. I got a hand job on that night and on the next two. Then one night I picked her up and as we headed for the car Althea asked me for the keys. "I'll drive tonight Herbie." Fifteen minutes later we were in a motel parking lot. I looked over at her and she looked back at me and smiled, "It is called escalation Herbie, moving on to bigger and better. You aren't a virgin, are you?" The look on my face answered that one only too well. "Good! I love taking cherries and teaching guys the right way to do things." I don't know why, but those words and the tone of voice she used in saying them made me finally ask the question that had been waiting to be asked since that day in the library. "What is going on here Althea?" "It is a compatibility check Herbie." "Compatibility check? I don't understand." "In almost all areas you are a perfect fit for me Herbie. The only thing left for me to check is whether or not we are sexually compatible." "And if we aren't?" "Then obviously I won't marry you." She opened the door and started to get out of the car, "Come on Herbie, let's see if we have a future." We were married two months after graduation. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Almost everyone who knows Althea and me considers me pussy whipped. It is true, but at the same time it isn't. Yes, I do appear to be subservient to Althea's wishes and desires. "Yes dear" and "Of course dear" play a large part in my conversations with Althea, both in public and at home, but it is not because I am pussy whipped, it is because I just don't care or because it just doesn't matter. I was in the market for a new car and Althea picked out the one that I bought. "It gives great gas mileage and has a very high safety rating, and besides, it fits the image you need to project if you want to get ahead at work." What did I care? I'd never had any particular interest in cars and the one she picked got me from point A to point B just fine. She picked out my clothes, but as far as I was concerned that just meant that I didn't have to do it. If she had said, "Herbie, I'm going to paint the dining room walls black, put two white horizontal stripes through the middle of it and a yellow vertical stripe just to the right of center" I would have said, "That's nice dear" because I just did not care about things like that. The friends we had were the ones she picked for us, but so what? I'd never had many friends anyway. Althea picked our activities and again, so what? Before we got married I'd never done much except study and play with computers so whether it was opera or line dancing it was all new to me and if it kept Althea happy, I was happy. Althea got her way ninety percent of the time and always it was over things that I just did not care about. Althea did not get her way when it did come to things I cared about and that is what counted for me. When I furnished my home office Althea wanted cherrywood for the desk and bookshelves and I wanted oak so oak is what I got. For our home computer Althea wanted a Mac and I wanted an IBM clone so a clone is what we got. So I got my way on the things that counted to me and Althea got her way on all the rest. If that makes me seem pussy whipped or hen pecked so be it. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The marriage was trouble free, from my standpoint anyway, for eight years, seven months and two days and then I made the mistake of coming home unexpectedly. Not that I would have called ahead anyway because Althea was supposed to be at work. I'd gone to an early lunch with my boss and something that I ate apparently gave me a slight touch of food poisoning and the boss told me to take the rest of the day off. When I got home Althea'' car was in the driveway and I wondered why she was at home and not at work. I didn't have to wonder long because as soon as I opened the front door I heard, "...me damn it, fuck me hard." I quietly closed the door and went and looked in the living room. Althea was bent over the arm of the couch. Her dress was up around her waist, her panty was dangling from her left foot and a black man was fucking her from behind. I watched as the black man pounded into Althea's pussy and she urged him on. "Hurry lover, hurry, make me cum. We have to get back to work, hurry baby, get me off, hurry." I should have been mad. I suppose that I should have exploded in anger and rushed into the room, but I didn't. I leaned against the doorframe and watched. Finally the black man noticed me and he abruptly stopped fucking Althea and pulled out. He set himself in a stance to ward off an attack and waited for me to do something. As soon as he stopped fucking her and pulled out Althea started crying, "Don't stop damn it, I'm almost there, don't stop, get me off." When he didn't answer or come back Althea lifted herself up and looked over her shoulder and saw me. Her face went pale. She got up off the couch and said, "We need to hurry back to work Jerome" as she straightened her dress and pulled on her panties. Then she looked at me and said, "This is nothing for you to worry about Herb. We will talk about it when I get home from work tonight." "Nothing for me to worry about? I come home and fi..." "Not now Herb, I have to get back to work. Tonight we will talk" and she headed for the front door. Jerome kept a wary eye on me as he followed her and I could not resist a little sarcasm. "Be cool dude. You heard her, It's nothing for me to worry about and we are going to talk about it when she gets home." As I watched Althea back down the driveway I wondered why I wasn't more upset about the situation than I was. I think it was because the moment I saw Jerome ram his cock in Althea I realized that we were never supposed to get together in the first place. Something had shifted in the space/time continuum just long enough to knock things off their planned course. Althea was supposed to keep hanging with her black football and basketball players and I was probably supposed to stay a confirmed bachelor, but something weird happened and Althea ended up at my library table. Well, it was easily enough corrected. I would see a lawyer in the next day or two and get the ball rolling, but first I had to figure out what I was going to do to Althea and quite possibly Jerome if he was stupid enough to keep hanging around. Althea was about to see a side of her husband that she never knew existed. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ In keeping with the calm way that Althea had reacted when I caught her in the act of cuckolding me and my own demeanor after catching them, I had dinner ready and waiting when she got home, complete with a bottle of wine opened and 'breathing' on the kitchen counter. I assumed that Althea would keep to her regular schedule, especially in light of what had happened and she didn't disappoint me. Show no fear could have been her motto. She entered the kitchen calm and self assured as always, saw the preparations that I had made and I saw just the faintest trace of a smile at the corner of her eyes and I could read her mind - "This is going to be easier than I thought." She poured herself a glass of wine, took a sip and said, "I'm sorry that you had to walk in on that today, but you never come home during the day. Still, I should have planned for something like that, it's just that motel rooms are just so tacky." "I'm sorry that I walked in on it too. Motel rooms might be tacky, but I would have much rather have had you suffer through tacky than for me to come home to what I came home to. It isn't every day that a man who thought he was happily married comes home to find out that he isn't." "Herbie, I told you that you had nothing to worry about. I have no intention of leaving you for Jerome. My god Herbie, it was just a fling. You are my man Herbie and you should know that. I love you and you should know that too." "That was a very strange way of displaying your love for me." "I said I was sorry and I am. I should have taken Jerome to a motel or a hotel." "How long has it been going on?" "Jerome? About two weeks now." "The way you answered that makes me think that Jerome isn't the first." Althea was silent for a moment or two and then she said, "He isn't." "How many and for how long?" I don't remember how many right off hand, but it has been going on since before I met you." "Would you care to explain that?" "Not really, but I guess I have to. It goes all the way back to high school. I went to a victory party after a football game and had a bit too much to drink. I woke up the next morning between two black football players. As soon as I was awake they treated me pretty much the same as they had when I was drunk, like a white trash whore. I can't explain why it turned me on, but it did and I've had a taste for black meat ever since. "So why did you marry me if what you really wanted was black men? "At first it didn't matter Herb. I only married you for your potential. As far as looks go you weren't bad, but you weren't all that great either. All the guys I ran with in college had it all over you in the looks department. Good looking, hard bodies, good in the sack, but that was all they had. I could predict the future for every one of them. They would become gas station attendants, convenience store clerks and used car salesmen. A couple would have gone into professional sports, blown out a knee and ended up selling real estate. I didn't want that. I wanted some one who was going to make something of himself. I looked around and there you were and I went after you. I'd have my security and I'd have my hard bodies on the side. "Then things got complicated. I fell in love with you. What complicated things even more was that I found out that even though I loved you I couldn't break myself away from my hard bodies. And I found out that it wasn't just the hard bodies I couldn't break away from, it was black hard bodies. I don't know if it was the black/white taboo thing or what, but I was hung up on black men. "The first year of our marriage I fought off the urge, but every time I saw a black man I would feel a tingle in my crotch and then one day I ran into one of my old boyfriends at Wal-Mart, he was working there - I had read his potential right - and we ended up at a motel. When I came home that night I felt guilty as hell and even though you didn't know I'd cheated on you I did my best to fuck your eyes out to make it up to you. You never suspected a thing and I let it happen again and I've been doing it ever since, but I swear to you Herb, they don't mean shit to me. They are just feeding my habit. You are my man Herb, you are the one I love and want to live my life with. "So the entire we have been married you have been hanging horns on me with niggers." "No, not the entire time. It is an occasional thing. I know that it is self-destructive behavior so I quit doing it, but after five or six months the craving drives me crazy and I find a black man and have an affair. After a couple of weeks I break it off and in six or so months the cycle starts all over again. It is just a fling Herbie. It doesn't threaten our marriage at all. If anything, it helps." "Oh? And may I ask just how?" "Whenever I'm having one of my flings the number of times you and I have sex in a week increases." "And that is because it turns you on to be giving me sloppy seconds?" "No Herbie, I would never do that to you. Well, that's not exactly true. It did happen once and I felt so guilty about it that I never let it happen again. I always shower and douche before I come to you Herbie, always. The reason it causes our sex life to increase is because I leave my black lover knowing that all he is is a fuck, but that I'm going home to a man whom I love and who is going to make fantastic love to me. This isn't about hurting you or shaming you. I love you Herb, I really do. My thing for blacks is just an itch that I have to occasionally scratch. We have been together almost nine years Herb and it has been going on all that time and it hasn't hurt us a bit and there is no reason that it should bother us now that you know." Althea Dr. Callahan could not stop thinking about her. No matter where he was in the clinic, or what kind of a case he was monitoring, she seemed to be in his field of view. He saw the curve of her hip where it folded so sweetly into her belt, the inviting roundness of her as she leaned over a patient, tools held firmly in her beautifully manicured hands. Every time he consulted with her, casually leaning in, her smell was intoxicating, her neck drawing his eyes down into her shirt where lived a promise he could feel. Her red lips, always perfectly made up, made him quiver. All he wanted to do was touch her. He had been floored that such a beautiful, relatively mature woman would be studying dentistry. He had reviewed her student file. Her name was Althea. She was 37 years old, had immigrated to the US at age three from Morocco, was married, had two kids, parents, a husband in some kind of commercial business. She was exotic as hell, North African and Irish, olive skin, deep blue-green eyes, perfect body, five foot six or so, thick black hair cascading halfway down her back, with round breasts that rose fully under her shirt, so different than his wife's A size. She usually wore clean silk pants and a tailored cotton shirt to clinic; he would always find an excuse to be near the lockers when she took her lab coat off to put on her jacket, just to catch a glimpse of her curves and imagining what it would be like to run his hands all over that body. Over the months, he collected several photos of her on his cellphone that he would take home and, hidden from his wife, masturbate to the vision of taking her over and over again. It was impossible, he knew. She had a complex life. He was old, a mature man at ease with life's compromises. His kids were grown and gone, he loved his wife. . . but he couldn't leave the vision aside. When they had face to face conversations he felt shamefully transparent. As the year wore on, he thought that maybe she was teasing him just a bit—one day an extra button seemed to be open on her shirt. Another day she had a black bra under her white shirt. In the springtime she started to wear skirts, and when talking to him she crossed and uncrossed her legs, sending the hem just a few inches up her thigh. It was nothing you could really call flirting, but to his fevered mind the teasing made him yearn for her even more. His friend thought he was being ridiculous. "Look, Jim," he would say, "She keeps asking for you to look at her, finding excuses to talk to you. She's saying she's available! You have to give it a try. Look, you can use my office." "How am I going to get her there?" "I'll invite her to my next CEU meeting and you can try your luck." ********** There were about 15 people there, and as the presenter droned on one by one most of the attendees left. He didn't hear a word of the presentation, wandering in and out, trying to defeat his anxiety, to summon the courage to face her. She took the decision from him, finding him in a back office and closing the door behind her. "Dr. Callahan, there you are. Everyone else has left. But I have to speak with you. You have been looking at me all semester. You must like what you see. Do you want to see more?" She was unbuttoning her shirt as she said this, and slipped it off her shoulders. "What? Do you mean it?" "Doctor, I am a grown woman. I do not remove my shirt unintentionally. As it happens, you might be able to help me. My husband's business is slow this month and we are going to be short of cash. I occasionally moonlight as an escort. And I am available to you tonight for $2000." He had never hired sex before. Even when fishing in Argentina with his friends, men who spent their nights with prostitutes, he couldn't. But he looked at this perfect woman, standing before him in her bra and business skirt, with her dental shoes and hair and makeup perfect . . . It was now. He apologized to his wife, hoping she would understand, and said, "I don't have that much on me, and its beyond my ATM withdrawal limit." She smiled at him and said, "That's OK. We take credit cards." She took out her phone and its tiny card reader. He thrust his card at her. She processed the transaction, then reached down and unzipped her skirt. She stepped out of it and hung it carefully behind the door, where her shirt already was on a hanger. She stood before him in her the tiniest lacy silk bra and panties. She spun the examining stool, raising it, and sat down. "Get in the chair, Doctor Callahan," she said. He would do whatever she told him. He sat down; she slid the stool over and reclined the chair, expertly working the switches with her foot while unbuttoning his shirt. Slipping it off, she ran her hands up and down his chest. His cock was throbbing. She ran her hand down and over it. "It is 5 in the afternoon, James. May I call you James? I'll be yours until midnight. We will be back in clinic on Monday and this will be done. It will never happen again. But for the next few hours, you will be pleasured more than you could ever have imagined. Take this." She reached into her purse and handed him a Viagra. She took out four condoms, a vibrator, a tube of KY jelly, a small video camera and two vials of amyl nitrate. She laid these tools out on the device tray. He said, "You are well prepared. I would never have suspected you had all of that in such a compact bag. You were pretty sure I'd pay, weren't you? And what's the camera for?" "In my experience, men don't say no to me. And I've had much practice with preparation! The video is for my protection and yours. We will position the camera so it does not show your face." "Does your husband know what you are doing?' "Yes. The credit card authorization goes through his business. We call it consulting services." "Consulting. He wants you to prostitute yourself?" "Well, yes, I suppose so. I do not do it very often, but I do it regularly. The money is very good. My husband likes to watch me on the video while he does me afterwards. I know your next questions—my clients always want to know how I got started. When my family came to the U.S., we had nothing. Since I matured at 14, I have always had this body. I was an undergraduate and though a series of odd circumstances I ended up stripping in a club in Sacramento. My husband actually met me in that club. It paid far better that any other job a student could hope to get. After I got comfortable, I would turn an occasional trick to get extra money for books or for a flight home to visit my mother. It was easy to find clients and I found I enjoyed both the control and the submission, especially as I developed some experience. Our intention is that I transition out of it completely; dentistry is one of the professions where I can match my earnings per hour. In any case, even at my height I did it only once or twice a week. Now it is perhaps five times per year. I'm fortunate to be expensive." She flicked the switch and turned on the water and air. Startled, he asked, "What do you plan to do?" "Just take care of you. I'm sure you will like it, though." She placed the camera so it faced her and undid his belt. He lifted his hips and she slid his pants and boxers down off his feet. His cock was painfully hard, yearning for her touch. She took it in hand, giving a few gentle rubs and inspected it carefully. 'You have a nice cock," she said, "Clean. Perhaps condoms will not be necessary, at least for me, but you may use them if you wish to. I am clean of any diseases." She took the water spray and rinsed him off. She took just his tip into her mouth, then played the air spray up and down the most sensitive parts of him while massaging the tip of his cock with her tongue. He was lost, thrusting hopelessly into the air. "Oh my. Cool down, boy. Settle back easy, Jim. We don't want to cum too soon, do we?" She put down the spray and squeezed the base of his cock until his quivering stopped. She knew just how far she could take him and took him there, working his cock with her mouth and hands, occasionally using the air or water, still dressed in her expensive underwear, her hair ticking his stomach, keeping him on the knife edge of pleasure until he was begging her to let him come. Finally she relented, taking him impossibly deeply, fixing her gaze on his eyes, inviting, urging him . . . he shot off a huge load into her mouth, spasm after spasm, dripping out her lips and pooling on his thigh. When he was spent she smiled at him, showing him and the camera the liquid on her tongue and lips, then lowered herself and carefully cleaned him off. He was shattered. He had never been so freely loved for only his own pleasure. He could not move. He could not talk. He could only nod. "Did you like that?" he nodded yes." Do you feel the Viagra yet?" He nodded no. "We'll see about that, she said." She washed him with the water and dried him with the air. "Watch me for a while," she said, "this should help you recover." She slid the stool back, locking it so she could lean back against the wall. She slipped off her panties and bra, folding them carefully and placing them on the tray. She was magnificent. The camera's red light winked at her as she sat and touched herself, soft touches on her breasts and clitoris, hand exploring her own body. "Does your wife do this for you, James? Does she like to get herself off? Does she let you watch her? Does she know how much you want to watch her fuck herself, to see her overcome by desire and passion? Does she touch herself when you are fucking her? Does she cum for you?" Her hands were sliding from her nipples to her clit to her cunt and back again, voice trailing off as she responded to her own touch. He could see her nipples stiffening, legs opening wider, her lower lips reddening as the blood flowed into them, glistening as her juices began to flow. Her breath began to quicken. She picked up the vibrator, turned it on, and began playing it over her most tender parts before inserting in deep inside, fucking herself with a quick rhythm. "Does your wife ever show herself like this? Do you know where her vibrator is? Does she let you use it on her? Does she suck your cock while you fuck her with it? Do you know what she does in all those hours she spends at home? Do you think she really is alone, every time, every day? Do you see her when you see me fucking myself? Are you ready to fuck me, Doctor Callahan? Are you?" He found his hand wrapped around his cock, which was coming back to life. In fact he was coming back to life. "Holy Mary, Mother of God," he thought, "I am actually fucking my fantasy woman. And I paid for her!" Roused, he crossed the room in two steps, put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her down to his now hard cock. "Suck me again. Make me hard. And keep fucking yourself with that thing." She did both, and with full commitment. She moaned as she yielded to her violations. The sound set him off. He dropped to his knees, slid his arms under her thighs and put her legs on his shoulders, bending her in half, his cock sliding fully in as she balanced on the stool, pulling toward him from where she gripped is forearms. He hammered her, banging her against the wall repeatedly, her juices dripping down his legs. "Oh fuck," he said. "You are so hot!" She whispered in his ear, "I am very aroused, James. You are an excellent lover. You know, the best thing about being the kind of whore that I am is having the time to truly respond to my lover." "Oh fuck," he said, "You are my lover, and I own you tonight. Unbelievable." He picked her up, his cock sliding out as her turned around and carried her across the tiny room, laying her face down on the chair. He pulled four gloves out of the box, quickly tying her forearms to the armrests. He spread her wide open on the chair, working the foot switches, raising her ass into the air. He tied her legs there with a roll of tubing from the closet. "Well," she said, "you certainly have the situation in hand! What are you going to do to me now?" Her voice quavered, the quiet sureness of earlier swept away by her orgasms. "Whatever I can imagine," he said. "Do you have suggestions?" "None," she replied. "I am completely helpless. I am completely prepared. Take me as you wish." And he did. He fucked her cunt with the dildo and his cock. He fucked her ass with his cock and the dildo. He put the dildo in her ass while he fucked her cunt. He put the dildo in her cunt while he fucked her ass. He left the dildo vibrating in her ass while he fucked her mouth. He used the camera to record her treatment. He talked to her husband. "Husband of Althea,' he said, "I hope you are enjoying what you see. She is teaching me many things tonight. I will not forget the love she brings. Thank you for this gift of your wife." Finally, he came to his orgasm, cock driving in and out of her ass while the vibrator hummed away deep in her cunt, tickling the underside of his cock until he exploded, driving streams of cum deep into her guts. He collapsed onto the floor. For a few minutes you could only hear the sound of heavy breathing. After a while, she opened her eyes. "James? James?" Her voice came to him across a vast distance. "Well, James, that was quite the thing! I feel fully taken. It is very satisfying. Oh, and do you think you could possibly untie me?" He jumped up, embarrassed. "Of course, so sorry, but you fried me. I never knew I could be like that. Never." "I am very pleased to have given this to you," she said. "I am sorry your wife cannot." She sat up, rubbing out the angry marks on her arms where she had been tied, taking a dental bib and drying the mess dripping from between her legs. "It's not yet seven, we probably can get another round in before the Viagra starts to wear off, but, Doctor, let us change our venue. I think we have fully explored the examining room. I appreciate my private seminar in unusual uses for dental equipment. Very enlightening." He laughed. "I didn't learn any of that in dental school." She dimpled. "Yes, I suppose that I have! Perhaps I will remember this when I am the clinic advisor." She took the camera and the vibrator and led him into the dentist's private office, taking a blanket and a towel out of the linen closet on the way. She spread them on the sofa and placed the camera at an angle that wouldn't show his face. They sat down together, cuddling close. He wrapped his arm around her back, holding her tits as she massaged his cock with both hands, keeping it wet with her mouth, drawing him hard until she plunged her mouth onto him again, all the way into her throat and all the way out, over and over, the movement of his cock down her throat visible to him from the outside. "Wait," he said, "Wait." He lifted her up. He wanted to give to her. "Can we do something a bit different?" He lay her on the couch, gently, and mounted her, sliding farther inside than he had ever been in a woman. Helping, she lifted her legs high, their passion suddenly gentle, loving, shared. He kept fucking her as she touched his face and hair and chest and hands, her juices flowing freely, until his arms were quivering and his cock softened from the effort. He slowed and withdrew, collapsing next to her. "Thank you, James. That was very sweet." "Oh Althea, I can do this forever. I have fallen in love with you." "No, James, you cannot and you have not. I know that you are deeply moved by my sexual capacities, and I am touched, but it is not love. Love is waiting for you at home. There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. Happily, though, we can play at love the rest of the evening. Now we are going to take a break and go get a bite to eat. Its only 8:00, so we will be able to play some more afterward." She saw the question in his eyes. "Oh, do not worry about your capability, James, I know what to do. And the popper will help. Can you get my bag and the rest of my things, please?" She repacked her bag, leaving her underwear there. She tied her unbuttoned shirt halter style around her breasts. She took a very light silk skirt and a pair of high heeled sandals out of her bag. The shirt emphasized her cleavage. Her skin dropped into the skirt, only briefly interrupted in it's journey to her legs by the gently lowered waistline and high hem, a good foot above her knees. A pair of strappy sandals and a lightweight shawl finished the ensemble. "Althea," he said, "you look incredible. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." "Why thank you, Doctor. That is very kind." Making sure her bag was packed and the offices rearranged, she led him out the door and two blocks down the street into the bar at the small, exclusive hotel. Nodding to the bartender, she led him to a small hidden banquette in the back of the bar, hanging their jackets on a hook, pulling him in next to her. The waitress dropped off two martinis and pulled the drape. "You are known here?" "Yes. Tip them quite well, please, they are helping me tonight. The bartender formerly was a bouncer where I worked in Sacramento. The waitress and I danced together. She is now his wife, and she and I occasionally work together if a larger group needs entertainment." "A larger group?" "Yes, but only for stripping and lesbian performance. We haven't taken on groups for several years; that is for much younger women! Although at times I will take my husband and a client, if he pays very well." Her smile disarmed him, even as she undid the knot on her shirt, slipping it completely off. "You do like my breasts, don't you? Here you may stare and touch all you like. Do not be concerned; we will not be disturbed. And I want you to know that I am enjoying myself, James. Not all my clients are so transformed." A tray of sushi appeared on their table. She picked up a nigiri and slowly inserted it into her mouth. "Why don't you touch me here?" He looked down. She had pulled her skirt to her waist and opened her legs. His hand moved of its own accord, touching her, her nearness and nakedness consuming him once again. She fed him sushi off her breasts and by hand. It was insanely erotic. He could not believe he could get hard again. "All ready to go again, I see," she said. "Are you done? Then come with me. Leave the tip in cash at the bar. The bill will be charged to your room." "I have a room?" Leaving her shirt for him to carry she slipped on her smart jacket, nipped the buttons together and slid out of the booth. Very bare yet barely legal, every eye was on her as she walked regally though the bar. Rousing himself, he left a hundred on the bar and caught her in the lobby. She led him to the elevator. As the door closed on them she removed and handed him her jacket, making sure it was accurately draped on his arm. Her two perfect breasts stared at him once again, inviting his touch. His cock was raging. When the elevator door opened, she slipped out of his touch and walked down the hall in her heels, naked from the waist up and the upper thighs down as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Opening the door to the room, she said, "Its nine-thirty. We have two and a half more hours together. I've put this room on your credit card; you may go home or spend the night here. I'm sorry for the extra expense; I thought we would come here before dinner, but things went in a different direction. It was rather satisfying to do all of that in a dental office. But we are here now. Could you drop your clothes and sit down on the couch?" She carefully folded her shirt and jacket and lay them over a nearby chair. Positioning the camera from the side this time, she put a popper under his nose, breaking it, and he felt the rush coming on. She knelt on the floor and gave him the most tender and loving blowjob than he had ever received. She took much time, licking and sucking and kissing while looking into his eyes the entire time. He reached down to her, leading her to the bed. Althea "Come," he said, and lifted her into his lap. She wrapped his cock up within her and they sat for the longest time, her legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing him rhythmically, while he lost himself in his neediness. She lay him down on the bed and rode him lovingly, opening his spirit to everything. He felt one with the eternal, with god, his mother, his wife, his own female essence, the power in his cock: His being fully transformed by the depth of the woman she shared through her eyes. He felt another orgasm quickening within him. She felt it too. "James, this will probably be your last orgasm with me. I hope you will come in my vagina. Would you like to take me from the back?" He wondered how she knew that. He hadn't known but she was exactly right. She moved the camera then rolled onto her hands and knees, positioning herself so they could see themselves in the mirrored door of the closet, and let him take her. "That's right, fuck me," she said, "Fuck me really, really hard." His brain exploded. When he finally came, he fainted. When she came to wake him, he heard water running in the bathroom. She led him to the tub, soaking with him as he slowly returned to life. She stood him up, lovingly washing his whole body, rinsing him, drying him, then she shooed him out of the bathroom for a few minutes. When she emerged, she was once again dressed as a dental student, any evidence of the last few hours ruthlessly expunged. She came to where he sat on the chair, and knelt on the floor in front of him. "Well, Doctor Callahan, it's almost midnight and I must be off. Our time together is complete. However there is one more thing I will give you. You may take a photo of me doing this, as your dental student." She handed him his phone and took his cock in her mouth. He took a photo with her hair down, with her hair up, and then with her glasses on, completing the transformation back to intern. She lifted off him and he took one more photo of her full face, alive with life and compassion. She stood up. "I trust to your maturity to keep this evening close. I certainly will. I enjoyed our time very much, as I suspected I would. You have a charming combination of shyness and power that fueled my lust. And you proved to be quite capable physically. Truly a virtuous circle. Although my policy generally is to space my repeat client visits far apart, as it is inadvisable to let attachments develop, perhaps I could call you if my husband desires a third. The fee and expenses will be about the same as today if he initiates it." "Thank you so much. Call as often as you are willing, and I would willingly be bankrupted by your calls. And I'll do my best to respect our mutual independence. See you in clinic on Monday." And with that, she was gone. He thought about spending the night in the hotel, but it was done for him, too. So he went home. His wife was asleep, but he sat and watched her sleeping for quite a while. He thought she looked beautiful. He was happy to get into bed with her and hold her easily, sharing the love in his heart. He didn't feel one bit guilty. He was a bit concerned about seeing Althea in clinic on Monday, but to his surprise it was much easier than before. He no longer had any fantasy, for it all had been made real. Perhaps he should have expected it, as she seemed to. When he got home that night, he really had stopped thinking about it, until he opened his briefcase and discovered a DVD sleeve with a very professional label affixed to it and to the jewel case. . . "Althea and James. Given With Love." Althea "That sounds suspiciously like you intend to keep on doing it." "Of course I do Herb. I already pointed out that it hasn't hurt us." "So I'm just supposed to say "Yes dear" and turn a blind eye to it?" "Yes honey, exactly." "Just what kind of man do you think I am Althea? You really think I can just sit back and let you fuck blacks whenever you feel like it?" "Yes Herb, that is exactly what I think. You love me and if you expect to keep me you will indulge me my little quirk." "So you don't really love me after all." "Don't be silly baby, of course I do." "You just as good as told me that if I don't let you fuck blacks you are going to leave me. That sure is some strong love you got if you can do that." Althea looked at me for a moment or two and then she stood up. "I'm going upstairs to shower and douche. You want me to wear my heels when you come up to make love to me?" This was not ending the way I wanted and I needed to change the mood in order for what I wanted to do to work. "We aren't done here yet Althea. We still have something that needs to be talked about." "What?" "Haven't you wondered why I didn't lose it when I came in a found you with Jerome?" "No, I can't say that I did. You have always been a calm and rational person Herb, it is one of your strengths." "Rationality had nothing to do with it Althea. The fact is that I found the black skin on white skin to be very erotic and the entire time I watched I wished that you and Jerome had been completely naked instead of just partially." "Really? It turned you on?" "So much so that I want to see it again." "What do you mean?" I mean I want to watch you and Jerome go at it naked. I want to watch from start to finish." Althea looked at me with a look of amazement on her face. "Oh my god Herbie. All these years and I never knew that you had a kinky side." "I didn't know either until my dick got hard watching you and Jerome. When did you plan on seeing him again?" "Tomorrow at lunch." "No, not at lunch. Call him and tell him that we fought when you got home and that I moved out. Then bring him home from work with you tomorrow after work. You can fuck him all night if you want, I just want to be able to watch." "I don't know if I can get him to go for that." "He'll never know I'm here. I'll be watching from the closet." "You have any more surprises for me Herbie? Would you like me now before I shower? Would you like sloppy seconds? Maybe you would like to eat my pussy before I douche?" "No, I don't think so. One small step at a time. Let's see how I feel after watching you and Jerome." "Okay Herbie, you got it, but you still haven't answered my question." "What question was that?" "You want me in heels after I shower and douche?" I looked at her and quickly decided that since it was going to be the last time and since I needed for her to be in the right frame of mind when she brought Jerome home I should do my best to make her feel comfortable with the situation. "Heels Althea, heels, nylons and garter belt." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I was watching from the bedroom window when Althea pulled into the drive and I saw her and Jerome get out of the car. I moved into the closet and waited and in about five minutes the two of them came into the bedroom. I watched as they engaged in some steamy French kissing and as Althea did a strip tease for her black lover. Once she was naked she went over to Jerome and knelt down in front of him and helped him get his trousers and briefs off. The minute his cock leapt free she captured it with her mouth and I do have to admit that it was erotic as hell and it did make my cock hard, but I wasn't in the closet for voyeurism, I was in there for payback! I waited until Jerome was naked and the both of them were on the bed before I came out of the closet. Althea was the first to see me and her face lost its color at the sight of the gun. "Herb, wha..." "Just shut the fuck up you cheating whore." "But you sa..." "Forget what I said Althea. You've been lying to me for nine years now so you can't get upset if I lie to you." I waved the gun at Jerome and tossed two sets of handcuffs to Althea. "Lie face down on the bed Jerome and stretch your arms out to the bed posts. Althea, you take the cuffs and cuff his wrists to the bed posts." "Hey man, no fucking way I'm going along with this shit." "You go along Jerome, or you die. Here's the way it goes down if you don't do what I tell you. The gun can't be traced back to me so here is the story I tell the cops when they come to haul your dead body away. I came home from work and I found a nigger raping my wife. I rushed him and he snatched up the gun that he had used to force my wife to undress. I got to him before he could fire at me and we struggled and the gun went off. The shot went wild and killed my wife and then I got the gun away from the rapist and backed away from him and told him to lie down on the floor and spread eagle himself while I called the cops. Instead he rushed me and I shot him. I didn't mean to kill him, just wound him, but I'm not that experienced with firearms and I ended up shooting him dead." "It will never work man. Too many people at work know that your old lady is fucking me." "People at work Jerome, but not the poor husband whose back you have been going behind. He doesn't know that you weren't raping her and that the gun was for your protection in case I came home early. I really thought she was being raped. I'm betting I can pull it off Jerome. You want to bet otherwise that's up to you, but you'll be dead so you won't ever know if you won the bet, will you?" Althea was sobbing and she cried, "You won't hurt me Herb, you can't hurt me. You love me Herb, please, you love me and you won't hurt me." "Sorry Althea, but is up to your boyfriend here. For my story to work you have to be dead." "Oh God. Do what he says Jerome, please do what he says." Jerome gave me a hard look, "This ain't going to end good for you white boy. No matter what you do sooner or later I'm going to fuck you up." "I'm just terrified Jerome. Now, on the bed face down" and I clicked the hammer back on the gun, "Or die." He gave me a mean look, but he did what I told him. Althea cuffed him to the bed and then I had her sit in a chair and I cuffed her to it. Althea was still crying and she wanted to know what I was going to do. "I'm going to show Jerome what happens when somebody fucks around with something that was mine." I went back in the closet and came out with a bag. I took a beer bottle and a tube of KY out of the bag and set them on the nightstand. "You ever been fucked in the ass Jerome?" He started to struggle and thrash around, but his wrists were too tightly secured to the bedposts. "Here's the way it is going to work Jerome. See this beer bottle? Notice the chip on the lip of the bottle and the crack in the neck? I had to work on thirty-one bottles Jerome, just to get one the way I wanted it. I'm going to do one of two things here. I'm going to fuck your ass with this beer bottle until my arms get tired. I'm hoping that it will break while I'm doing it and that it cuts the hell out of your insides. You I expect, will be praying to God that it doesn't break." I held the bottle in front of his face and tapped the neck of the bottle with the gun barrel and the crack lengthened. "Damn, I'd better not do that any more. I want it to break inside you, not outside." I reached for the tube of KY, "At least I'm not going to ram it in dry Jerome." "Hey man, don't do this. It ain't right man, it ain't fair. She come after me man, I didn't go chasing after her. It ain't right that you do this to me." "Sorry Jerome, but you fucked my wife and even after I found out about it yesterday you were still going to do her again at lunch today. You fuck my wife, you pay the price." "No man, not that, please man, don't do that. I'll do anything man, but don't do nothing with the beer bottle." "Anything Jerome? Okay, I'll give you a choice. You fucked my wife so I'm going to fuck you - that's a given Jerome - either with my cock or with the beer bottle. Does that sound better Jerome? Would you rather I cornhole you than fuck you with a beer bottle?" "Oh man, please man, don't do this to me." "Your choice Jerome, strictly your choice." I opened the tube of KY and started spread some on the neck of the bottle and then I grabbed the cheek of his ass. "OH God man, no, not the beer bottle man, not the fucking bottle." "Does that mean you are choosing my dick?" "Not the bottle man, please, not the bottle." "Tell me Jerome" I said as I ran the neck of the bottle over the bare skin of his ass. "Your dick man, use your dick." "Say it like you really mean it Jerome." "Use your dick man. Fuck my ass with your dick." "Say please Jerome." "Please man, fuck my ass with your dick." When it was over I walked over to Althea. "Now it's your turn. Clean my cock" and I pushed my slime-covered cock at her face. "No!" she said as she turned her face away. I grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her face back to me and then I pinched her nose till she opened her mouth to breathe and then I shoved my filthy cock into the open hole. "The sooner you get it done the sooner the ordeal is over." I had both hands on the back of her head to keep her from getting away. "Do it the easy way or I hold you and just fuck your face. Do it the easy way and you have some control. I do it and it is liable to hurt when I try to shove myself all the way down your throat. Blink your eyes three times if you want control." A couple of seconds went by and then she blinked three times. I told her to get to it and I kept her at it until I felt the twitch that told me that my cock wanted to get hard again and then I pulled it out of her mouth. I walked over to the closet and reached up on the shelf for the video camera I had set there and I brought it out and showed it to Jerome. "When I get done doing the edit all you will see is you asking me to take your ass and then me doing it while you lay there taking it. If I ever see you again Jerome the tape will go public. I'll flood your work place with copies and I'll put it up on the Internet. I'll find out who your friends are and I send all of them copies. Get scarce and stay scarce Jerome." I unlocked the cuffs holding Althea to the chair and then I gave her the keys to Jerome's cuffs. "Unlock him, get dressed and then both of you get out of here." I walked out of the bedroom and went down the stairs and went into the den. I sat in the chair with the gun ready and waited to see if Jerome was stupid enough to come after me. Ten minutes later I heard the front door open and then close and then I heard a car door slam. I watched from a window as the two of them drove off together. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I was propped up in bed reading a book when I heard a car pull in the drive and then the front door open and close. I heard steps coming up the stairs and, since I still expected Jerome to do something stupid, I reached over to the nightstand and got the gun. I put it under the covers, but pointing in the direction of the bedroom door and waited. The door opened and Althea walked in, stopped and looked at me. "I never knew that you could be such a bastard." "You never gave me call to be one before." "Did you have to humiliate Jerome like that?" "Yep." "For God's sake why? He was telling you the truth. I did go after him, he didn't come after me." "Hold out your left hand." Althea did it and I asked, "What do you see?" "What am I looking for?" "Why don't you tell me what you see." "Just my weddi...oh." "That's right, your wedding rings. Right there where Jerome could see them. You might have gone after him, but he knew you were married and he fucked you anyway. Fucking another man's woman can be a chancy business. He got lucky; some other husband might have killed him." "You know that it will be very awkward for me to work with him now." "Not my problem." "What you made me do was disgusting. How could you have done something like that to me?" "You're lucky that that is all I did. Why are you here? When I gave you the keys to set Jerome loose I specifically said for both of you to get out." "Yes you did, but that was heat of the moment Herbie, you know that you really didn't mean it." "Of course I meant it Althea. You have lied to me for almost nine years now and you have been cheating on me just as long. I don't need you in my life anymore." "Look Herb, I know that it isn't going to be easy, but we will get by this. I do love you, even if you don't believe it right this moment, and I'm keeping you." I started to say something, but Althea held up her hand, "Don't bother Herb, it will be a waste of time and breath. We both know that you love me and that I usually get what I want so don't try to fight it. I'm not letting you get away from me. You can tell me to leave, but I won't. If you leave I will just follow. I'm keeping you Herbie, get used to it. It will take a lot of hard work on my part, but I will prove to you that you are mine and that I am yours. Junkies have kicked the drug habit and alcoholics do stop drinking. I know that there is no such thing as Black Men Anonymous to help me get over my craving for black meat, but I will get over it, I swear it." She started to undress. "Is it too soon for you to want to make love to me? I hope not; watching Herbie the bastard in action made me horny." She climbed on the bed, "Scoot over" she said as she reached for my cock. Alther: Things Need Done There are things in the world of Alther that need to be done, Aura's mother told her when she was very little. Bread to be baked. Clothing to be sewn. Armor and weapons to be made, and then enchanted. Everyone in the world has their place. Aura's mother was a seamstress and her father a bread maker. Her parents planned for her to be a seamstress as well. Except that Aura was special. Some people are born with gifts. It doesn't matter what race you are, most of the time, the magic out in the world is universal. You're born with it and it develops around the time of puberty. For Aura one day she realized she had breasts, the next day she had the most horrible pain her abdomen, and then the next her pet falcon got injured and she healed it by touching the broken wing. That's how it works with priests and priestess in Alther. One day you lay your hands onto something and you realize that you've made whatever wound they have, no matter how superficial it is, go away. So she told her parents, who were thrilled to have a healer in their family. She was rushed toward the local temple. Unfortunately for her there was only one choice for what path she would take as a healer. She would be drained in Yllia's temple. Yllia's theology taught healing through sex. Yllia also taught the art of bringing pain through working of magic. Aura's talents were clearly in healing, however. So when it came time for her apprentice ship she reminded herself over and over, there are things in the world that need to be done. If she did not do them, someone else would have to. There was no use fighting her place in the world. So when she was eighteen and it was finally time for her to start her true apprentice ship, she did so without complaints. For the first six months she studied under a mentor. She watched as her mentor healed by touch, by kiss, by sex. She studied in books the different forms of love making, and how to apply them to healing. If the person you are healing had a wound on their back, you cannot just lay on top of them and expect the wound to heal cleanly, after all. Then finally came the day in which she would lose her virginity. It was a day she would remember for the rest of her life, she was certain... ~ Aura had stood quiet and impassive in the antechamber. It was customary that she would lose her virginity to the head priest or another priest of his choosing. With the head priest being an orc and Aura being a thin and frail sun elf, it was decided that another priest do her induction to the priesthood. so she was met in the antechamber by a male sun elf, he was one of the head priest's assistants. Like many of their race he was very attractive, if somewhat feminine. His hair was long and black and hung around his face in curls. His eyes a bright green. While he was muscular he was no where near as bulky as the head priest. He looked tiny in comparison to the orc, far less frightening. The priest made his way over to her, taking her dainty hand in his own and leading her to the bed. Slowly he undressed her. Her robes were peeled away and dropped onto the ground, leaving her naked before him and the viewers up on the balcony that overlooked the antechamber. The chill of the room caused her nipples to harden until it was painful for her, a sharp ache centered at each of her breasts. The priest peeled off his own robes and revealed his half erect cock, the size of it frightened her somewhat. But she reminded herself, there are things in the world that need to be done. She would make her way through this initiation and she would learn to enjoy it. It had to be enjoyable or they wouldn't do it, right? This work? "Relax." the priest whispered to her in a gentle tone, his hands found her hips and he pushed her toward the raised bed. Gently she was pushed onto it, and then onto her back. The male sun elf following after her, crawling on his hands and knees over her body, low enough that the tip of his cock brushed against her knee and then her thigh, causing her to jump just a little. She was convinced, absolutely convinced, that he would simply drop between her thighs and pierce her. He didn't. The priests settled his hips against her left thigh, the warm length of him resting against her soft skin. The feel of it was strange but oddly arousing at the same time. It was at once both soft and stiff, and getting stiffer. The length of it hardened against her skin and seemed to grow just a little. It left her gasping faintly. Or perhaps the gasp was caused by the way his mouth settled over one of her nipples, wrapping the cold tip of her breast in a wet warmth. Her nipples ached, and the other one was teased by a warm finger. It was the pinch and the press of teeth that truly got her going, however. His teeth bit down on one nipple, while his fingers gripped at the other. Aura cried out in pleasure as the pain shot through her and in its wake left an ache that sent liquid warmth pooling between her legs. The chill of the room was completely forgotten in the way he sucked on her nipple, calling such passion up from her body. Oh, how she wanted to return the favor. She needed to return the favor. There was just something she had to do. Needed to do. Her hands lifted and pressed against his back. He bit hard enough for stars to explode behind her eyes. Her nails bit into his back, and then clawed downward. She felt his cock spasm against her thigh. His tongue flick against her sore nipple, washing over the ache and soothing it in such a way that drove her crazy. Her hips bucked up against him, her thigh pressing into him. This was perhaps the signal he was waiting for, his body shifted once more. His mouth left her nipple, making her cry out in objection. He made a soft soothing sound and knelt between her thighs. His hand pressed against her sex, his fingers parting the lips and his thumb finding her clit. Slowly rubbing it gently and making a fire spread between her legs. Her pussy wet and ready, at least she thought she was ready. "Please!" she cried out, bucking her hips against his hand. The orgasm was already starting to build inside of her. All she needed was a little more, all she needed was to be filled while he continued to strum her in such a manner. The priest gave her what she wanted, his fingers slipped inside of her waiting cunt. One, then a second and a third. The thumb of his other hand find her clit once more and started to strum it in a fast and furious motion that matched the thrusting of his fingers inside of her pussy. Her hips bucked upward and the orgasm burst over her like nothing she had ever felt before. Aura's toes curled, her back arched until she could hear her spine crack, and stars exploded behind her eyes. The noise that escaped her lips couldn't have been from her. It was loud and throaty, a wail of pure wanton pleasure. She was too distracted trying to remember how to use her limbs when the priest settled his weight between her thighs, pressed forward, and pierced through her virginity with one harsh thrust. The cry that tore from her lips was pure agony at the searing pain that his invasion caused her. She tried to push him away, but his hands find her wrists and pressed them into the bed. He leaned down and whispered softly, "Ssshhh, it will feel good in a minute, I promise." Aura squeezed her eyes tightly closed and tried to block out the sensation of it. The pain of having herself invaded in this manner. She thought intently about bread making, sewing, the things that needed to be done in the world. Slowly but surely the movement of his cock inside of her slowly turned from painful to pleasurable. The rhythm began to wind her up once more. Her sex clenching around him, her back arching and her hips pressing in against his. She started to move in counter point. His hips shifted faintly and he started brushing something inside of her that made her pant with each thrust. She wanted more, harder, faster. Her nails bit into his back, hips bucking up against him. Aura cried out, "Faster! Harder!" The priest obliged her demands, pressing harder and faster into her. By the time he brought her to her second orgasm, he was pounding her into the bed. The sound of sex loud in the room, the slapping of skin against skin accompanied by a wet squelching sound. The lewdness of it drove her insane and her body clenched up around him, one last thrust into her body sent them climaxing together. His seed spills into her in a warm wave, as her own wet heat flooded him After their sex he had slept, and Aura had been taken to the baths. She was given something to ensure that she would not become with child, then she was cleaned and fed a large meal in celebration of her initiation, and then she as well slept. The next day she started her hands on training. ~ That was several years ago. Now she was a practicing priestess, rumored to be one of the better ones in the temple. Though she was not very high ranking or senior, she did not do politics. She healed, and she enchanted, and she did a little gardening. She was a rather atypical sun elf. Her people were known for their bitter and blood thirsty politics. But Aura? She simply had things to do. The world needed some things done. After carefully binding her red hair at the back of her neck, and lacing her boots up she made her way from her room. Her robes were set, and she carried a small backpack with her filled with traveling supplies. She was stopped at the entrance of the temple by Gark, the priest that inducted her to the priesthood. A worried expression marred his pretty face, "Are you certain you want to do this, Aura? You never know where that damned thing is going to send you... Or who you'll end up with. And well.." "Yes, I'm certain." says Aura with a soft sigh. She leaned up and kissed his cheek, and then brushed past him. She would not allow him to dissuade her from taking this pilgrimage. Her footsteps carried her toward the city square. Their King had recently agreed to allow for The Magi Guild to place into every city a translocation orb. It would transport you to some place in the world where your talents were needed. It was one part divine magic, one part luck of the draw, and one part gnomeric engineering. Aura had decided to go see more of the world, to travel to where talents were needed. To do the things that needed doing. So she made her way toward the city square and regarded the strange blood red orb quietly. Eventually she strapped the backpack into place, stepped forward and sighed at the orb. Her green eyes closed and her hands laid against the side of it, cupping it gently. There was a strange sensation, sort of like she was falling and then a jarring sensation, and the air felt different. When she opened her eyes she found herself standing in the middle of a burn village, the night sky illuminated by the raging fires. Men on black horses road through the village cutting down the men and women that tried to flee from them. One such man was coming straight toward her. A hissing gasp escaped her lips as she reached for her staff, when an arrow took the man down. A shadow fell over her form and an Altherian reached out and grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the cross fire and toward a group of men and women that wore the colors of the Darkspire Alliance. "This way, priest. I hope you got juice in you, girl." growled the gravelly man as he pushed her behind him, and readied his sword. She could tell that he was already a little wounded, blood trickled from a cut on his arm. She reached out and closed it up, healing as much as she could by touch before he would rush off into the fight. Priests like Aura had the ability heal people when not touching them, be willing healing energy toward their target. But doing so was far more draining than healing through touch and through sex. She could do it, but she would need to rest after a while after the area was cleared. A tall, lankly and lithely muscled troll stepped up next to her, raising his bow and aiming at the next horsemen that came forward. His voice soft as he murmured to her, "Stay focused, Rok, he's the shield. Ambor is good at dealing damage, but Rok's the one that take the most of it." "Rok?" Aura asked, but before the troll could answer the only possible person that could be named 'Rok' barreled past her with a roar of rage. He was the largest orc she had ever laid eyes on. Dark skinned, spiked hair, completely muscled and nearly two feet taller than herself. He held an axe in his hands that was about her height, and he brought it swinging toward a horsemen that charged around a corner toward their group. Arrows flew as well, the horse went down, but the horsemen leap from the saddle in a daring display of acrobatics. A knife drawn he ran toward the orc, slashing at him while Ambor came up from behind and brought his sword down onto the back of the horsemen. She watched as the enemy crumpled and then turned her attention to the orc. She was charged into a group of raiders who had gotten off of their horses, or who didn't have any. His axe swung at them, even as they hit him with knives and swords. Ambor followed him, felling them. Aura brought her hands up and willed the energy pool out of them, and then forced it in the direction of the orc. The energy streaked like a beam of light toward him, wrapping him up and carrying him on further. The troll next to her hissed, "Lets move! They'll be out of line of sight shortly." So she moved, they rounded a corner and came upon another group of raiders. They were rounding what must be the village elder's house. From inside of the house there were screams of fear and pain, some of the raiders had broken through the door. Aura breathed out softly, "We have to get in there." "Yup." responded Rok in a voice like dark smoke and velvet. He readied his axe, cried out in rage and rushed forward. The first two raiders probably died on impact, the third probably died when his large feet pounded of his face as the man rushed into the house. Aura followed along behind Ambor, with the troll at her back. She danced carefully around the bodies of the fallen raiders. Instead the house, the elder's wife was being pinned by a raider, while the elder was trying to fight off another one. Ambor cleaved one of them in half, while Rok grabbed the one pinning the woman and tossed it through a wall so hard she hard something crack. Something that wasn't the stone walled dwelling. "There's more outside! Please...!" cried the elder as he scrambled toward his wife. Aura quickly moved forward and laid her hands against both of them, healing their wounds and putting them at ease with her gentle touch. Luckily they were not so grievously wounded that they needed her to make out with them. And so the rest of the night went. They drove back, killed, or otherwise defeated the raiders. She learned during a pause in the fighting that she was in the Altherian province of Gol'thola. They were under siege by a race of men that looked just like the Alterhians, but came out of the mountains on dark horses. She learned that Rok was a captain in the Darkspire Alliance, Ambor was his lieutenant, and the troll- who was called Amyn -was like her, someone who got dumped here by the translocator. There were other cells but she ended up in theirs by virtue that Amyn saved her and they needed a healer. Their last one got run through by a raider and after healing himself, told the group to take a flying leap and left the battle field. Aura wasn't impressed. After the fighting was done, the village finally saved from the raiders, their group settled down for an encampment about three miles from the village toward the mountains. They decided to make their way out that way so that they could do something should another wave of raiders come at them. They settled down around the camp fire, and Aura nursed a flask of fermented sun elf apple wine and watched the men, who all stared at her curiously. Finally the staring of the men got to her, "What?" she asked in an aggravated tone. "You're... a Yllian healer?" asked the Troll with arched eyebrows. Aura sighed intently, setting her flask aside and pulling out a bit of jerky to gnaw on. Eventually she responded, "Yes." "...does that mean you'll...." asked the Altherian man. Aura's eyes narrowed and her ears twitched in annoyance, their pointed tips touching the side of her scalp. She informed them tartly, "I don't see that any of you need healing. So, no. I will not have sex with you. I am not a prostitute, I am a healer." The troll held up his hands and he said, "Hey, hey, hey.. No fuss, no fuss." Aggravated by the staring, lusty menfolk the priestess put away her foot, grabbed her bedroll and turned and made her way a few yard away from the camp. Close enough to still see the camp fire, and to be heard should she cry out. But far enough away to get her point across. Although Lovers Be Lost Author's Note: This is the love story of Vincent and Catherine. It also includes several other characters as well as their storylines. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the T.V. show "Beauty and the Beast", yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot. First and foremost, this story is a romance/drama, not a sex story. Also, I'd like to note that I do not own "Beauty and the Beast" or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. ~*~Introduction~*~ Vincent : This is where the wealthy and the powerful rule. It is her world... a world apart from mine. Her name... is Catherine. From the moment I saw her, she captured my heart with her beauty, her warmth, and her courage. I knew then, as I know now, she would change my life... forever. Catherine: He comes from a secret place, far below the city streets, hiding his face from strangers, safe from hate and harm. He brought me there to save my life... and now, wherever I go, he is with me, in spirit. For we have a bond stronger than friendship or love. And although we cannot be together, we will never, ever be apart. (April 12, 1987 ~ New York City) Catherine Chandler was celebrating. One year ago tonight, she had been cruelly slashed across the face with a knife and left for dead in Central Park. The three men who attacked her had mistaken her for someone else, a woman named Carol who had gotten mixed up in some shady, criminal business. Catherine had tried to tell them she wasn't Carol and that they had nabbed the wrong woman, but they wouldn't listen - instead they took a ten inch, razor-sharp blade and had carved several ziggzagging wouunds across her cheeks and forehead. Then they carelessly tossed her out of a speeding van, hoping she would lie there and bleed to death in the deserted park. But Catherine didn't die. She didn't bleed to death. Instead she was discovered by Vincent, a man who could only enter her wold by cover of darkness because of his appearance. Vincent had gathered her up in his arms, taking her to his home, a world far below Central Park and New York City where Catherine made her home. Vincent and the man he called Father nursed Catherine's wounds. It was Father who stitched Catherine's face for he had been a doctor in the world Above. She awakened in Vincent's bed, weak and frightened, yet unable to see him because of the bandages. He spoke to her gently, reading to her from worn, leather book, his voice soothing and beautiful, and to Catherine the sound of his incredible voice could only belong to that of an equally handsome man. But when the bandages came away, Catherine discovered Vincent's true appearance, and for a moment she reacted violently, appalled by his giant claws, his gleaming, pointed teeth, and the lion-like fur which covered his nearly seven-foot frame. It was the heartrending pain that crossed his face, that shadow of sadness in his all too human-like blue eyes that ripped fiercely into Cathy's heart and left her sobbing. She wept with regret for having shunned him because of his unusual face. She had known in her heart that he was the one who saved her and had treated her with the greatest of care, yet still she had lashed out at him cruelly for being what he was, what he had never chosen to be. Bitter sorrow tore at her soul when she remembered throwing a sharp metal reflector at his head, causing him to bleed. How could she have been so viscious to the one who had protected and healed her, to the one who had saved her life? Since then she had long ago apologized, but yet when she recalled how she had first reacted when first seeing his face, it still brought her shame. Now, to her, there was no other face as beautiful as Vincent's, for she had came to love him one year ago when he had risked his hidden world and his own life just to save hers. It was that love story she would celebrate this night, it being the one year anniversary of his finding her in the park. He had given her the greatest gift of all, her life, and had shown her strength and courage within that she hadn't even known she possessed. It was that strength and courage that kept her sane in a world apart from Vincent's, for he could not enter her world and deep down they both knew that she did not belong in his...