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The Belle

By: Rupa



Mallika felt uncomfortable sitting in the room all by herself. By now she knew every inch of the four walls surrounding her…where the paint had peeled off, where there was a scribble, where a screw had been hammered in. It was not exactly boredom but rather a strange numbness that occupied her. For the last one hour she had fought against it but slowly and slowly it was overcoming her. Why was she here? What did she expect from this place? She knew not. Only this much she knew…whenever she thought of this place she felt paralyzed. Something was drawing her here…something over which she had lost control with each passing day. Whenever she thought of it she had a violent urge to give in. Till yesterday she had resisted. But today the urge knew no bounds. It had so completely and hopelessly taken over that she knew there was no way she could fight it. Right from the morning she had been in a trance. 

She had prepared breakfast for her husband, Rohit and seen him off for office all the time knowing at the back of her mind that there was no way she could escape the urge today. Slowly but steadily she had been drawn into the quicksand. 

"Are you through with your thesis?" Rohit had enquired. She hadn't even dared to turn around to look at him.

"Will take me a month or so more." How easily she lied. But what could she do anyway? Will Rohit ever understand?

"I thought you are almost through." Rohit was intrigued. "I am not too comfortable with the idea of you going there everyday. Had I known before that it will take this long I would have requested Uncle Mitra to talk to your professor and get the topic changed." He sounded disturbed.

"Oh God! Did Rohit suspect her?" Till yesterday she would have told him the truth and asked him to help her out. But today was different…there was no way, she had to protect the urge.

She turned around facing him.

"That's not being fair to me, Rohit. You know how important the thesis is for me. Uncle Mitra knows Madame too well and believe me neither she nor any of the girls had ever tried to be funny with me. And then Amrik is there too. I never told you how possessive he is about his memsahib. For the first couple of days he would never leave me alone…sitting with me all the time. But then the girls weren't comfortable talking in front of him. So I asked him to wait for me in the car. It required a lot of effort to convince him." At least, this part wasn't a lie. 

After Rohit had left she had wept. How could she forget the love they shared and lie to him. Rohit always revered her. Even after five years of marriage he always went out of the way to make sure that she was happy, both mentally and physically. Even the physical bit…she had no grounds to complain. Rohit was a good lover and would leave no opportunity to make love to her. 

Only day before yesterday, when they were getting ready for one of his office parties he had pulled her to him.

"I have to make love to you. I can't help it whenever you put on this dress."

She was wearing a red dress with a plunging neckline and a side slit reaching upto her 

mid-thigh

"Oh Rohit, we just don't have time." As always he paid little heed to her excuse knowing that she was pretending hard-to-get. 

The memories filled her with a strange sadness. She felt happy remembering those incidents. It was as if she existed in both worlds. The first world was her life with Rohit…sensitive, enjoyable and fulfilling. The second one was the world of obscene, naked desire…she had seen in the eyes of customers watching the parading girls. Whenever she remembered those faces she felt that violent urge to submit to the uninhibited display of raw carnal desire. 

When she had first gone to the bordelo to work on her thesis "Economic depravity and social malady", she was a member of a world where lust was disguised behind suave looks and articulate behaviour. She had grown up in that world. The second one was more natural…men displaying their true feelings and intentions. Here education, upbringing, status and marriage …nothing mattered. It was only the animal in man that ruled. With each passing day, she sank deeper and deeper into the cobweb of her second world and the urge of submission grew stronger and stronger. 

Today, after Rohit had left, she got out of her clothes and stood in front of the mirror inspecting herself. Who was willing to pay such an amount for an hour with her? Or was Madame trying to draw her into this with hefty promises. But then what did she care? She didn't need the money. Of course, the money was important since it would always remind her that for the agreed time he owned her…he could have her the way he wanted. It was this submission that excited her and there was no way she could deny the urge. At the end of the day she will accept the money so earned. It wouldn't matter to her whether it was in thousands or just one hundred so long as there was something. She wouldn't be interested in men like Rohit. She had been used to suave looks and articulate behaviour all her life. It's that look of unbridled lust that paralyzed her with excitement…she wanted men who will neither care for her education, upbringing and social status nor for her preferences, likes and dislikes but treat her only as an object to satisfy their lust. She had seen those stares in the bordelo as well as out in the street. They were from the eyes of men whom she would not otherwise consider to be socially at par. Ordinary people working hard to make a living…the paanwala at the street corner, the truck driver, the rickshaw puller. They were the sort who fuelled her hideous excitement. 

She looked at the mirror again. She was in perfect shape. Small yet perfectly conical breasts, flat stomach and long legs…skin flawless except for the dark triangle of hair highlighting her womanhood. Though she was tall at five-six, she decided to put on her high-heeled pumps. High heels always accentuated the aura of sexuality.

The sound of the door opening brought her back to her senses. It was Madame. 

"I thought you were through yesterday." She was chewing paan.

Again she was feeling numb and paralyzed with excitement. She wanted to talk but words failed her. She just stood there staring at the older woman. But her eyes said it all.

"So you took the decision at last." She smiled. "Your decision makes me happy. I wish you will enjoy the time you will spend here."

"But there's something I need to tell you." She found her voice at last.

"Go ahead." 

"Look I'm not doing this for the sake of money. The amount that I will receive from each client is immaterial so long as they are paying something. I will not bother with how much you pay me at the end of the day but at the same time the services won't be free. Okay, let's put it straight. I should not be made available to your rich clients only but to anybody who is willing to pay even fifty for an hour." Mallika halted seeing the shock on the older woman's face.

"Do you really mean what you're saying?" She asked.

"Yes. I can be here only so long as things are done that way. Otherwise, there's no reason for me to be here." 

"Ummm! I don't understand why you are inviting trouble for yourselves? If you talk to the girls here they will tell you. Well-to-do customers behave themselves. The rest are like animals. They have no respect for women. At times they become violent and start physically abusing the girls. Then there are times when two or three of them would share the same girl…" 

"Stop it." Mallika cried. She just couldn't take it anymore. Eyes closed she was shaking with excitement of making herself available to them. 

"Beti, aren't you feeling well?" Concern was evident in the older woman's voice.

"I don't care." She whispered. "I am available to them." 

The die has been cast, the move has been made. Now, there's no going back. She felt hot with excitement.

"Follow me." Madame walked out.

Mallika looked around the room. There was a door and a window but both were closed. The room was barely furnished with a double-bed pushed up against the wall and a dressing table. Products of crude workmanship, they looked cheap. 

"This will be you room. I will send your customers up here. Over there you have a bathroom." Madame was pointing at the closed door. Not knowing what to expect, Mallika went in through the door. Immediately, she frooze in her tracks. All that the bathroom had was an Indian-styled toilet, a tap with a bucket under it and a clothes rail. It was clean though. 

"Let me give you a few tips." The older woman continued. "We don't allow our customers to have unprotected sex with the girls. If anybody tries to force you into that raise a hue and cry and we will get to hear it."

"I will." She replied curtly.

"If you need help, there's a bell over here which you can ring. By the way, your first customer expects you to be naked when he comes for you." 

Without hesitation Mallika reached for her kameez. 

Mallika looked at her watch. That was all she wore. It was almost half an hour since Madame had left and she sat on the bed awaiting her first customer.

The knock at the door brought her back to her senses. She stood up beside the bed, the excitement of submission flooding her again. As the door slowly started opening she straightened herself…

tall, proud and naked. 

Seeing him, her eyes widened in surprise, her hands flew to her mouth.

"My God! Uncle Mitra?" 

He slammed the door shut behind him and hugged her.

"Uncle, please! This will devastate both of us." 

"Shut up." He interjected dragging her to the bed…

After an hour he left her soiled and unhappy. She didn't want men like him. He had been no different from Rohit…treating her as if she was fragile. She wanted them to be different. As she sat up on the bed, the door flew open again…and she was face to face with the animal. He was short, unshaven and wore a shirt and a lungi. She watched in fascination as he bolted the door and turned. The beast in her started stirring again. The wolf has come calling and there was no way she could deny him. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his coarse hands on her body with a hint of smile on her face. Now she had to mate with the animal.

The Belle of Catawba Street



Warning: This story has NO, I say again, NO, sex. It does have KKK wannabe's, the "N" word, a cross burning, and a vicious dog attack. Oh yeah, it's supposed to be funny.

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Lamar Barnhill was not impressed. The three young pukes standing just inside the open door to his work shed didn't look good for much, most of all a Klan job.

At first, they'd tried to act cocky, like this was no big deal. But none of 'em said a word after seeing the cross he put together that afternoon.

He should be inside. If he didn't help Brenda put up that damn Christmas tree tonight, there'd be a boatload of shit heading his way. But after that he could get ready to go deer hunting in the morning. Instead, he was out here in the cold, tying to teach these turds a thing or two.

Why in hell did Elam Tidwell, who usually worried like an old woman about security leaks, pick these three farts to do this job? Hell, one real man could finish it in a minute or two. But he was the boss, for the time being.

The three "farts" consisted of Billy Ray Sims, his cousin Howard Lee James, and Howard Lee's shadow, Lester Haskins. In fact, Tidwell hadn't spoken to anyone but Billy Ray about the job. But he hadn't thought to say anything about security leaks or that it was supposed to be a one-man operation. 

So Billy Ray brought Howard Lee and Lester with him because he didn't want to do the job alone. In fact, he didn't want to do it, period.

It wasn't that he was afraid, of course. And he sure as hell didn't like niggers; at least not the uppity ones or those mixed-breed agitators Mr. Elam was always going on about. It was just that Billy Ray didn't have anything personal against Shelby Williams, who once helped his family out when no other lawyer in town would. 

But Mr. Elam said Williams' was doing way too good a job defending some sorry assed nigger. So Billy Ray supposed this needed doing, especially since it would impress Mr. Elam, and his daughter.

Still, if he was going to be hauling around some cross, he didn't want it to be in his truck. The new, bright yellow paint job made it easy to recognize. And it was just natural not to want any cross or post-hole digger or whatever messing up that expensive finish.

In addition to saving his paint job, Billy Ray figured it'd be quicker and safer if he had a little assistance. Howard Lee was about half-ass loco anyway, so it didn't take much to get both his help and the use of his old GMC truck. Of course, having him for a partner meant having Lester Haskins along for the ride. But that couldn't be helped.

Barnhill had acted kinda putout when they showed up to get the cross and the other stuff. Now his mood seemed even worse as he re-explained how things worked. "You've got everything you need. I built this here cross small enough to hide in the bed of a pick-up. There won't be any trouble keeping it out of sight."

He paused and glared down at them, as if expecting some argument. It might have been the Christmas season, but this silent night didn't feel one bit holy to Billy Ray. So he shuffled his old cowboy boots on the dirty wooden floor and waited for Barnhill.

"Now, once you get to where you're going, lay the cross flat on the ground and pour on all the diesel I've given you. That way the wrapping can get good and soaked while you're digging the hole. Unless the soil's real loose or sandy, the hole don't have to be much more'n a foot or so deep. This thing's not supposed to be around very long." Something resembling a grin creased Barnhill's face.

"After you stick the cross in the hole, be sure to pack enough dirt in around the base so it don't lean. You want it to stay upright. Looks better that way and makes it last longer, too. Then douse on this gasoline. I put you some in here." He lifted a longneck beer bottle that was almost hidden by his massive hand. "After that, all you gotta do is light 'er up. Then git. Be sure to take along everything you brought. Don't leave no evidence. Most of all, don't hang around to watch your handiwork either. Understand?"

They all nodded. Billy Ray thanked him for going to all the trouble. Then he helped Lester and Howard Lee haul everything out to the truck. Ahead of them lay their first experience with cross burning.

The plan called for them to pick up the material around nine and to finish the job by eleven. According to Mr. Elam, Shelby Williams and his wife would be at some country club Christmas party that wasn't supposed to break up till midnight. That meant there should be plenty of time, with some to spare. 

The plan quickly ran into trouble. The problem was no one figured on the condition of Howard Lee's old pick-up, or that, it being his truck, he'd insist on driving, or on his lousy sense of direction.

None of them had ever been out to Barnhill's place before. His old, frame house was tucked away at the end of a long gravel road in the middle of nowhere. It'd been way after dark when they arrived. By the time they left, the moon had set and it was even darker. 

Within minutes, they took the first of many wrong turns. This was followed by an extended period spent driving in various directions while arguing about which way to turn next and who was at fault. They made it back to the main highway just in time for a back tire to go flat. That's why it was way after ten before they reached their target.

Thanks to Howard Lee's constant reminders about their being in his truck, the others agreed he could act as lookout and getaway driver. That meant Billy Ray was stuck with Lester as a helper.

They parked under some pecan trees across the road from the Williams' ranch-style house. Howard Lee stayed behind the wheel with the motor idling, limiting his contribution to repeatedly urging Billy Ray and Lester to, "Get a move on." The moment they collected the gear, he drove off to wait up the hill at the intersection where he could spot any approaching cars.

The house was located on Catawba Street in one of the nicer neighborhoods in town. Like all the other residential enclaves, it was quiet. There were Christmas lights on just about every house, but Billy Ray was relieved no lights were on inside the Williams' place. He figured it was about time something went right. A shallow ditch, a line of low hedge, and a fair-sized front yard separated the house from the asphalt road.

They stumbled across the ditch, tripped over the hedge and soon found what looked like a good spot. As instructed, they lay the cross flat on the ground and then poured on five gallons of diesel from Barnhill's can. Lester had barely gotten started when the post-hole digger hit a large pipe buried just below the topsoil. They'd have to dig somewhere else. 

That meant more lost time since they had to argue in loud whispers about where to try next before moving operations to the chosen spot. It proved to be prime digging soil, however, and the hole was soon finished. That's when they realized their gloves were back in the truck. They'd be wrestling a messy, diesel soaked cross with bare hands. The thought did not appeal to the fastidious Billy Ray one little bit.

When they had started working on the first hole, a dog inside the house began to bark. Another in the backyard soon joined. Mr. Jack had said there would be an inside dog, and that another one might be inside the fenced backyard. So it wasn't the dogs, but the thought their barking might attract attention which motivated the novice cross burners to make a modest increase in the pace of their work. 

This lack of urgency would prove a grievous error. The barking dog in back was Belle, short for Beelzebub. She was the bad tempered by-product of a brief but turbulent liaison between a vicious Rhodesian Ridgeback and a brutal Catahoula Cur; the latter being a local breed raised to herd and fight wild hogs. Her distinguishing features were powerful shoulders crowned by a ridge of stiff hair along her backbone, dark mottled fur, a milky-white, "glass," eye, a paranoid disposition, and an all-consuming desire to protect her human family from strangers. 

Considering her lineage, Belle was on the small side. That hadn't kept her from becoming boss dog of the big pack of hounds out at the family's farm. Thanks to this status, and the fact she scared off the local Jehovah Witnesses from both the Williams' home all the others on Catawba Street, she was a frequent guest at the house. While the men in the front yard debated, then moved to another spot and began digging a second hole, Belle was in the back yard, moving dirt at a frantic pace as she dug her own hole.

The moment the triumphant front yard crew slipped the diesel soaked cross into their new hole, Belle escaped. Stealth, however, was not one of her strong suits. The targets of her intended assault were soon alerted by the sound of loud, angry barks approaching around the side of the house at a very high rate of speed. 

The two men spotted the dark, barking projectile heading their way at the same time. Lester, who had the misfortune to be closest to the house, yelled something, snatched up the post-hole digger and began doing his best to hold off the snarling menace. Billy Ray splashed on the gas, dug out his lighter, and set the cross afire. If either one realized they hadn't braced it upright, they didn't seem interested in correcting the oversight. 

Seeing the cross starting to burn, Howard Lee cranked his truck and came down to pick them up. Remembering Barnhill's warning about not leaving evidence, Billy Ray managed to grab the empty containers without attracting the dog's attention. Lester's occasional yelps made it clear he was having uneven results in his efforts to avoid Belle's assault. As he fought a desperate, rear-guard holding action, they once again tripped over the hedge and then stumbled back through the ditch to the edge of the road.

Before Howard Lee could come to a full stop, Billy Ray threw the empty can and bottle into the truck bed and jumped into the cab. They waited, with some impatience, as Lester lurched backward into the cab while trying to deny Belle any more samples of his flesh. Once inside, he yanked in the protective digger. This move sent the handles smashing into the windshield. Ignoring Howard Lee's angry protests, Lester slammed the door shut before Belle could follow him into the crowded cab.

A glint of light made Billy Ray turn around and look through the cracked, rear window. When he shouted that headlights were approaching, Howard Lee stopped complaining about his busted windshield and gunned the engine. 

It flooded and died. 

They had the good luck to be facing downhill. Howard Lee shifted into neutral and yelled at Billy Ray and Lester to get out and push. At that moment, Belle was doing her best to scramble in through the still open passenger window. This prompted Billy Ray and Lester to yell right back, suggesting he get the hell out and shove himself. Even Howard Lee, whose mind seldom shifted out of second gear, could follow their logic. He jumped out and began pushing. As the oncoming headlights got nearer, the truck began inching its way downhill. 

That was when Belle became aware of the new and very vulnerable target of opportunity standing outside the open driver's door. She raced around behind the tailgate and pounced on Howard Lee's unprotected left leg. A short but intense string of obscenities ensued, followed by his jumping back in and yanking the door shut, just missing Belle's open jaws and bared teeth. Shifting into low gear, he released the clutch. The truck backfired, then the motor caught. As they raced away the cross seemed to be giving them a slow parting bow that ended with it toppling over onto the grass. 

Left behind amidst the exhaust fumes, and shreds of denim on Catawba Street, a small-to-medium sized, mixed-breed dog watched two small, red orbs merge into the neighborhood's outdoor Christmas lighting, and bayed in savage triumph. 



The Belle Of Coeur D'Alene



Author's Note:

Thanks to Techsan and Lady Cibelle for their great editing assistance – they are the best!

Enjoy!

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WHAT PRICE PARADISE?

"If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again." 

- Antonin Artaud 

I lay there in the tub, thinking how my life had gone bad so fast. Even now, two months later, I was still confused. It all seemed like a dream, a nightmare. Images flashed in and out of my mind of that awful motel room, images of the bugs crawling on the mildew stained walls, the filthy sheets, and of Klaus. 

I had the water as hot as I could stand and I had taken some sleeping pills. I stared with fascination at the light glinting off the edge of the razor blade. It was one of those single sided blades that I used to use for crafts.

It was bad, really bad, what had happened on our trip to Cancun, to paradise. I still had nightmares of that night on the beach south of Playa Del Carmen. Then last week I had missed my second period. I worried about it and finally got a pregnancy kit at the drug store. I took the test in the upstairs bathroom and couldn't believe the results. Crying a little, I went back to the drugstore to get another kit – hoping the first one might have been defective.

When the results were the same I felt like my life was over. All my plans for school, my plans for life were gone. I knew I couldn't face the future so I took the pills and found the old razor blade. I was having trouble focusing on the sharp, shiny edge - it seemed to be jumping around, the bathroom lights reflecting with a crazy hard luster. 

Knowing I would be asleep in a couple of minutes I steeled myself and put the blade on my wrist ... pausing for a minute, watching with a morbid fascination as the vein pulsed, so regularly, almost hypnotically. I slashed at the spot where the pulse showed and slipped back in the hot water. A sudden regret came to me – I was taking two lives, not just one! Dimly, almost subconsciously, I heard the garage door opening as the blood swirled in the water making pretty patterns ... as everything faded.

THE START OF IT ALL

"And so we turn the page over

To think of starting. This is all there is."

- John Ashbery 

I was excited! Never in my young life had I had the opportunity to do something so special and exciting.

It had begun about three weeks ago when my best friend Betty came over to my house on a Saturday afternoon.

"Kathy, you won't believe this! My parents are taking me to Cancun for my graduation present and they said I could bring a friend. Of course, I chose you! It's going to be great!"

I knew it wasn't that simple, of course. Mom wanted to know everything before she would say okay. My dad had died a couple of years ago in a construction accident. Ever since then mom had been overly protective. I understood and didn't usually mind too much but I really wanted to go on this trip. The farthest I had ever traveled from our Sherman Oaks home (until last month) was San Diego to visit the zoo and Marine World and one summer I spent at my uncle's ranch in Idaho.

High school was coming to a close with graduation next week after finals this week. I wouldn't miss school at all! I did well in my studies and had already been accepted to Humboldt State University where I was planning my major in Forestry & Watershed Management. I know, I know. What's a Valley Girl know about trees?

My mom had taken me up for a visit and I loved the place. The campus was really nice and the professors I met were friendly and supportive. The woman that would be my faculty advisor took me and two other prospective students to visit a burn, an area devastated by forest fire and being replanted. I was fascinated by what I saw and even surer that this was right for me.

Betty was a party girl, always going on dates and in and out of love with a bewildering regularity. I had always been shy and, like I said, mom was a little too protective. Betty had made me go to the two proms and had even provided the dates. It was okay but I didn't really like either one of the boys.

Betty kept telling me I was cute. I knew she was just being a good friend. I did have nice hair – long and a rich dark brown and I never had a problem with it. No bad hair days for me. But standing in front of my mirror I could see that my legs were too short and my bust was too small. I sure wasn't going to win any wet tee shirt contests!

With Betty's and her parent's help mom finally agreed to let me go. Betty's mom and dad took Betty, my mom and I out to dinner at the country club they belonged to so we could talk over the trip. Tal's law firm owned a suite at a new resort in Cancun that was placing a special emphasis on security. The suite had a living room, kitchen/dining room and three bedrooms, each with their own bath. It helped that mom and Allison were good friends so between all of us we won mom over. 

I didn't have any problems with the finals. I guess I was actually pretty smart and I studied a lot. I graduated fifth in my class and this was at a school where almost all graduating seniors went to college. 

The graduation itself seemed somewhat of an anticlimax – school was really over and I felt sad. It wasn't that I liked the school all that much ... I guess it was just the sense of all the changes that were coming. I would be away from home for the first time and I knew that would be hard on me. Betty was staying close to home – UCLA - and I would miss her almost as much as my mom. I didn't have any brothers or sisters and I didn't make friends easily so I knew I was going to be lonely.

Finally we were ready to go on the trip. Betty helped me pack, giggling at my swimsuit. 

"Kathy, the first thing we are going to do in Cancun is buy you some clothes! You are a woman now, you are cute and you need to open up a little."

I tried to protest but Betty always seems to get her way with me. Truthfully I was getting a little excited about the trip. Betty went on and on about all that we were going to do.

"Betty! We are only going for ten days. If we do every thing you keep telling me, we will be there for six months."

She laughed and helped me finish packing. Her stuff was already packed and her folks were picking us up in a limo to take us to the airport. I hugged mom as she kept giving me last minute instructions. You know, do this, don't do that, make sure ... call me, send me a postcard ... did you pack your ... 

She was crying a little, I think. My eyes seemed a little blurry so I wasn't sure.

Finally we were off, the adventure starting. We were flying first class in a 747. I had never even been on a plane before so everything was new. I felt like a princess with the way the stewardess treated me. I was so excited I almost wet my panties!

We talked and giggled a lot for a while until they served the meal. Betty fell asleep after that and I looked out the window at the land so far below and wondered at the lives of the people that lived on the ant-sized farms. I was too keyed up to sleep.

Arriving in Cancun and getting to the hotel was a blur. I'd gone through immigration and customs without really knowing what was going on.

The hotel was awesome – even to my inexperienced eye I could see it was luxurious. The suite was stunning. Betty told me that I had the small bedroom, but golly, the bath was bigger than my bedroom at home. Everything was marble and I had a small balcony that looked out over the ocean.

After we got settled in, Betty dragged me down to the hotel shops to "make a new Kathy" as she put it. Nothing had prices on it but I knew it was expensive. I didn't feel right letting her get me these things but she was so excited I went along with her. It was fun trying on everything. I blushed at the two sets of swimwear Betty picked out and told her I would never be able to wear them in public.

"But, Kathy, we aren't in public, we're in Cancun!"

We ate dinner at the hotel with Tal and Allison. I had probably the best meal of my life: a mixed ceviche followed by a wonderful local fish. Tal poured me a glass of wine, something white from France. I'd had wine at home a couple of times with mom but this was something else! 

Allison smiled at me and said, "Enjoy the wine. You only have to be eighteen in Mexico to drink. But be careful - you girls haven't learned how to drink yet so take it easy."

After dinner Betty and I went down to walk around the grounds. We stopped by the pool and had a Margarita, my first. I didn't care for the salt so Betty made me drink another one. I liked the taste better but I felt a little lightheaded as we made our way up to the rooms.

It was a nice evening so I left the door to the balcony open. I lay awake for a bit, feeling the effects of the two drinks. I felt ... I don't know ... maybe a little spacy. It wasn't unpleasant, just kind of weird. I fell into a deep sleep, listening to the faint sound of the surf crashing endlessly on the white sand; sleeping uninterrupted until Betty jumped on my bed, telling me the plans for the day before I was even awake. 

This first day we were all going to Xcaret. This turned out to be a fun place. I liked best the snorkeling; I'd never done that before. We also got to play with the dolphins and go horseback riding. They had built a replica Mayan village that all of us found fascinating.

We got back to the hotel around three so Betty and I went down to the pool for an hour. Betty was flirting with a couple boys but I tried to stay out of it. I wasn't listening too closely; I was watching people walking around - a favorite activity of mine but I thought I heard their names as Benny and Ricard. 

I didn't see it but Benny had bought another round of Margaritas. Betty pinching my arm suddenly brought me back to earth.

"Kathy! Where were you? I was talking to you but it seemed like no one was home."

Blushing, I smiled to hide my embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I was just thinking how much fun it was at Xcaret today. What were you saying?"

"Benny got us another Margarita. Be nice now and thank him."

"I'm sorry for not noticing. Thank you for the drink."

I was a little more involved in the conversation now and noticed that whenever Benny mentioned Ricard's name he used the French pronunciation. I had four year's of high school French so I wanted to try it out.

Making a guess I asked Ricard in French where in France he was from. He became animated and started talking very fast. After getting him to slow down I was able to understand him fairly well. He was from the south of France, near Nice, and the pronunciation was different from what I was used to. I felt more confident with talking; he didn't have any trouble understanding me at all.

I noticed another man sitting at a nearby table looking at us with interest; he seemed to be listening to Ricard and I talking in French. He made eye contact with me and stood up and walked over. He was very attractive with dark, almost black wavy hair worn a little long. He was tall, maybe a couple inches over six feet, slim and looked a little older, maybe around twenty-five and was quite handsome, almost pretty. He really reminded me of Sal Mineo in "Exodus;" my mom had rented that movie once and I had watched it with her.

He picked up my hand and kissed it as he talked in French with a clear Parisian accent; he sounded just like my French teacher! I was confused when he took my hand and didn't know whether to stand or sit. He was telling me what a beautiful woman I was and what a lovely accent I had. I was getting quite flustered when he turned to everyone else and introduced himself.

"Good evening, I'm Alain Allègre. May I sit with you for a few minutes? It's so sad to drink alone."

He waved at the bar for another round of drinks. I tried to tell him I didn't want any more – I was already feeling light-headed. He just looked at me and told me what lovely eyes I had. We all talked and the discussions became more animated as the new drinks were delivered.

He was fascinating to listen to: he had been all over Europe and talked intimately of different cities. Besides his native French and his colloquial English, he also spoke German and Italian fluently and passable Spanish.

About halfway through my third Margarita I knew I had already had too much. I remembered what Betty's dad had said so I stood up and excused myself. Betty said she would finish her drink and meet me in the suite.

Alain stood up when I did and took my elbow and walked me to the elevator, "to keep the wolves from bothering such a beautiful lady," he had said as he put his hand on the small of my back. 

Speaking French again, he said, "It was so nice to meet such a wonderful woman. May I see you again?"

I mumbled something ... I don't remember even if it was in French or English. I knew I needed to go up and lie down; I was feeling more than a little dizzy now. He smiled at me as the elevator doors closed.

When I got to the suite, no one was there so I went to my room and took a hot shower and then let the cold water run for a few minutes. It felt good and my head cleared somewhat. 

I went into the living room of the suite to watch a movie. Betty came in a few minutes later laughing in an excited way.

"I guess you found an admirer, huh, Kathy?" she teased.

I guess I turned red 'cause she kept giving me a hard time.

Finally, I snapped at her, "I'm tired and I'm going to bed now." I guess she felt bad so she came over and gave me a hug.

"I'm sorry, Kath! I wasn't serious. I was just happy to see you talking to a boy and having some fun."

"Oh, it's okay Betty. I think I had too much to drink and the way he kept looking at me made me a little nervous. You are so comfortable with people, I really envy you!"

"Honey, I've been telling you that you are very pretty. You need to loosen up a little and be open to making new friends. Listen! I have a great idea. Let's go down to the spa in the morning and we'll get a new look! Mom told me they are very professional and can do wonders for a girl's image."

I was too tired to protest so I nodded and went on to bed.

The next morning, having forgotten what she had said, I was surprised when she dragged me down to the spa. She had been there once with her mom and knew one of the women working there. 

"Gisele, we are turning ourselves over to you. Make us even more beautiful that we are now!" Betty commanded. 

Gisele laughed and said, "With such pretty girls I should have an easy task."

They gave us the full treatment: facials, manicure, pedicure and then styled our hair. She cut a couple of inches off mine and then did a more up-to-date look. I was impressed! I almost didn't recognize myself and had a quick thought of how Alain would like the new me. I quickly told Betty how nice she looked and tried to put Alain out of my mind.

Betty's dad was going to play golf and she and her mom were going shopping. I was left alone so I went down to the pool and sat around in the shallow end sipping on an orange juice. I was being careful not to get my hair wet. I decided to get some sun so I laid down on one of the lounges and quickly fell asleep.





The Belle Of Coeur D'Alene



We rushed through breakfast and took a taxi the short distance to the ferry. I was both surprised and somewhat uneasy that Alain was there. No one else seemed to pay much attention to him; they just accepted his presence. He was very nice about it and asked if it was okay if he tagged along. When we got on the ferry he sat next to me. The boat was crowded so his leg was right up against mine. I tried to move over a little but Benny was right against me on the other side. 

It turned out to be a lot of fun. The snorkeling was fantastic and the trees were teeming with parrots. For lunch we took a taxi in to the downtown area – about three blocks by six blocks. We ate at an Italian place that had delicious thin crust pizzas. Betty ordered a beer - I think it was Victoria - for both of us but I didn't like it. Alain said I should try a Cuba Libre. I didn't know what it was but it tasted like a coke on ice although maybe a little sweeter. It was easy to drink so I had a couple of them.

We went back to the park and mostly just lay in the sun. Alain was nice to me. He knew I wasn't much of a drinker so he suggested I try a gin and tonic. He said he would have the bar guy make them very weak and assured me they would be refreshing on a hot day. I liked them better than the other thing, the Cuba something. That was too sweet but this was refreshing. It had a nice clean taste. Alain was nice and got me another one whenever I was thirsty. Betty was drinking Margaritas and I didn't want to drink that - it was way too strong for me!

The ferry was even more crowded on the way back and the water was choppy. I was squashed between Alain and Betty and I kept bouncing against Alain. Several times he put his hand on my leg to steady me. It didn't seem right but I was feeling so relaxed ... I had never felt so mellow before.

We got back to the dock in Cancun and Betty said we should all go dancing later. We had to meet her parents for dinner and afterwards she wanted to go to Poco Loco for dancing. Betty said it was a very famous nightclub with entertainment and live dance bands. I didn't want to go until she said they had live acrobats, something like circus show in Las Vegas. I had never seen it or even been to Vegas before but Betty had been there with her parents and had told me many times how fantastic it was.

We had a nice dinner with Betty's mom and dad at the hotel and went up to the suite for a nap. The show didn't start until 10:30 at night! I had never gone anywhere that late and I was getting excited. I didn't think I would be able to sleep but I dozed off in a few minutes.

We were meeting the guys there so Betty and I took a taxi. 

"Kath, this place is so neat. Don't worry about the cover charge; mom gave me the money for that. Besides the show, this is a disco – but they don't have a dance floor! People dance on the walkways, tables, chairs, just about any place they can find. It is really wild and you will love it."

The guys, Benny, Ricard and Alain, were waiting for us inside the entry. We watched the show first. After the acrobats, they had impersonators of Madonna and Brittney Spears. It was funny - at least I was laughing a lot. Alain was nice and kept bringing me more gin and tonic whenever I ran out.

We started dancing and somehow got separated from Betty. Alain and I were towards the back of the club and mostly dancing. Everything seemed a little hazy – maybe we were just dancing slowly - and the lights were very dim in this part of the club. I felt light headed again; it wasn't unpleasant at all. I kept giggling over nothing but Alain didn't seem to mind. 

He kissed me a couple of times and it seemed sweet. Alain kept bringing me drinks but since they were mostly tonic water (as he kept assuring me) it was okay. 

"Alain, I feel a little bit dizzy!"

"It's okay, honey; it just that it's kind of warm in here. Have one more drink and I'll take you back to your hotel."

TERROR IN THE NIGHT

"Rape is not just pushy lovemaking."

- Mason Cooley

I was having trouble breathing. I felt ... disoriented, hurt. I was dizzy and nauseous. I came slowly to realize something heavy was on me, pummeling me. I fought to open my eyes and what I saw made me close them in anguish. Alain was raping me! I tightly closed me eyes, wishing I were anywhere but here, that I was anyone but me.

I felt no pleasure, only disgust and pain. And shame. Oh, God, help me! 

The weight on my body shifted, went away. I heard Alain stomping to the door, and then a loud creak and a soft thud as the door closed. 

The room was half dark from a light in another room. The walls and ceiling were tracked with mildew, making crazy bizarre patterns. There was a lizard, motionless, frozen on one wall, staring at me as if I were invading his home. The sheets were ... disgusting. Suddenly queasy I staggered to the light, hoping it was a bathroom. I retched a little but nothing came up – it came to me suddenly I had nothing to eat since lunch. I washed my face off with the rusty water from the faucet. The towel was too filthy to use, so I half walked, half crawled back to the room. 

My clothes were in a bunch on the floor and I struggled to put them on, starting to be aware enough to feel panic that Alain would come back. I couldn't find my shoes and my purse was on a dresser scarred with the burns of countless cigarettes. The front window was open, the curtain in rags fluttering in the faint breeze off the ocean. Hearing voices in front of the room I moved quietly beside the curtain. It sounded like Benny and Alain talking.

"So you have the camera and lights ready?"

"Yeah, shall we get started?"

"No, she's stupid drunk now. We want the films of the rape showing her fighting, showing the pain and anguish on her face. The pain is what sells these movies. Give her another hour and try to wake her up. Stick her in a cold shower if you have to.

"The stuff for her to wear is in the bag here. You know the shots I want. Rip her clothes off but not too fast. Make it good! I've had my pleasure – even though she was more or less comatose. Have Ricard take her first. You will have to change the sheets so it will look like she is a virgin. After the shot splash a little of the chicken blood to make it look good. If Arturo ever finds out I've been taking them first he'll have my balls.

"When you finish, clean her up, put on her own clothes and take her to the yacht. Jesus will take her to Aruba. I think she is scheduled for Colombia – one of the drug guys wants a new toy. You okay with everything?"

"Yeah, Klaus. It's not like we haven't done this before."

"Okay, I'll take off. One of you stays in front of the cabin until you are ready to start filming to make sure no one comes by. Let her sleep for a while to give her a chance to sober up a little. Give her a cold shower if you have to. And goddamn it, Benny, leave her alone until you start filming!"

I froze for a minute, shocked and scared at what was said. Indecisive, I looked around the room and seeing my shoes in the corner I started moving. I grabbed the shoes and my purse and went into the small bathroom where I had remembered seeing a window. It was tight but I managed to wiggle through. In back of the cabin, there were some debris and palm trees and off to the side I could hear the pounding of the surf.

As quietly as I could, I moved until I reached the sand. In the distance I could see some bright lights, maybe a mile away. Looking over to the cabins I could see a porch light and someone standing there smoking a cigarette. I carefully moved down the slope to the edge of the water until I couldn't see the light anymore. I walked hunched over for about five minutes and then started running, falling a couple of times, running for the lights. 

It took a long time before I could see a hotel taking shape. I slowed as I got there and saw people dining under a large palapa with the hotel looming in the darkness. I made it over to the bathroom by the quiet swimming pool, finally throwing up in the toilet. I was shaking and felt cold; my brain seemed numb. I cleaned up as best I could and walked through the hotel to the lobby. I asked a young man standing by the front door for a taxi. He assumed I was a guest and asked where I wanted to go. He took me out front and opened the door for me.

Riding back to the hotel, I stifled my sobs, not wanting to alarm the driver. I tried to put it all together but parts were just a blur. I did remember that I had started feeling woozy at the club and hadn't drunk several of my drinks. I remembered Alain going to the rest room and I was feeling full so I put my drink on another table and took an empty glass. Another time I took my glass to the ladies room and dumped it out. 

I understood now that Alain had been lying to me all along and that the drinks were a lot stronger than he had said. I guess I had been very naïve. More than that, I had just been plain dumb. But I think dumping those drinks saved me from some horror even worse than what had happened. And Benny calling Alain, "Klaus?" What was that? I was starting to get scared again. Finally the taxi pulled up in front of our hotel. I gave the driver some money Betty had given me and I put the change in my purse without looking at it. The clock on the taxi showed 3:22.

The door opened and I got out to face the rest of my life!

HOME SAFE?

"How cams't thou in this pickle?"

- Shakespeare, The Tempest V,i,281

As I entered the lobby I saw Betty's parents, Tal and Allison, standing there with a man with grey slacks and a blue blazer with the hotel logo on the pocket. I walked up to them, suddenly trembling and I started crying. Allison put her arms around me, holding tight. Somehow they got me up to the suite. 

The blue blazer guy came up also; he was in charge of security for the hotel. I was able to gasp out part of what happened. Allison got a blanket and wrapped me up while Betty's dad and the security guy, Oscar, Tal had called him, went out in the hallway to confer.

Tal came back a few minutes later.

"Kathy, we need to do a couple of things if you feel up to it, okay?"

"I'm cold and I don't feel good." It didn't come out like that; I was shivering and stuttering badly.

"Okay. Allison, please call down for some hot chocolate. Kathy, you need to have a doctor come see you. Can we do that first?"

I nodded. The chocolate came up in a few minutes and just as I finished it the doctor arrived. She took me into my bedroom and had me sit down.

"I'm Doctor Alvarez but please call me Taña. Do you know what a rape kit is?"

I nodded and she continued.

"Okay. I'll take a swab for the police and I'll give you an exam. Then you can take a hot shower and we will get you to bed. Okay, Kathy?"

I nodded again and at her directions went into the bathroom to take my clothes off and put on the heavy terrycloth robe. I came back and lay down. The exam was a little uncomfortable but was over very fast. She was gentle and kept talking with a soothing voice, explaining what she was doing. 

"Okay, chica. I don't see anything major. You do have some bruising and a small tear in your vagina that will need a couple of stitches. I want you to take a hot shower and clean up before I do that. I understand a woman will be here shortly to talk to you. I'll tell her she has five minutes. Cancun has a special unit for sexual crimes and all the officers are women. The one coming to see you is Maribel Peña, and I have worked with her before. She is very nice." 

The doctor left to get the policewoman and was back in a minute.

"Kathy, this is María Isabel Peña, but she would like you to call her Maribel. I've explained to her that she should just ask you urgent information right now. Do you feel up to this?"

At my nod, she sat in a chair over by the window.

"Kathy, I'm sorry this happened to you. Do you know who did this?"

"Yes, it was a man called Alain. I think his last name is Allègre. But I heard someone else call him Klaus."

Maribel looked at me sharply. "Is he in his mid-twenties, tall, long dark hair?"

I nodded, and added, "His hair was wavy, like it was styled and he was nice looking, almost pretty."

"Can you tell me briefly what happened?"

"He had been coming around and was very nice to everyone. He introduced himself to us when he heard me speaking French. Oh, and by the way, he also speaks some other languages: Italian, and I think German for sure. His Spanish was okay but didn't seem fluent.

"He would have me try drinks that he said I would like. He told me that they didn't have much alcohol, but I can see now he was lying to me. Last night Betty and I went to Poco Loco and he and two of Betty's friends, Ricard and Benny met us there. Alain kept bringing me drinks and I guess he was trying to get me drunk. I wasn't feeling good and he said he would take me back to my hotel, but I must have passed out. I was able to get rid of a couple of the drinks ... thank God I did! 

"I woke while he was ... was on top of me. He ... oh, God!"

"That's okay, Kathy. Can you tell me where this happened?"

"It was about a mile or so down the coast from the hotel where I took the taxi. I think that was in Playa Del Carmen. There was a palm tree by itself on the ocean side of the place and it leaned towards the water. I'm sorry ... I can't ... "

"Maribel, I think she has had enough for tonight. You can talk to her again in the morning. Kathy, please take this pill now. You should sleep fine."

I took the pills and ... the bright morning sun was lying to me about bringing sunshine into my life.

THE FIRST DAY OF NEVER

"Weep I cannot, but my heart bleeds."

- Shakespeare, The winters Tale III,iii,50

Betty was next to me on the bed; she must have been there all night. Her face was streaked with tears and the pillow was damp. Her skin was mottled with red splotches. It was clear that she had cried a great deal when I had disappeared. Knowing Betty, I was sure she blamed herself.

I quietly eased off the bed and into the shower. With the water as hot as I could stand, tears came to my eyes as I thought about last night. I started sobbing but something came over me, something hard and implacable, something with ... hate in it. I knew I would cry no more but I would carry last night in my heart forever. What happened last night was not Kathy; I was someone different!

I walked out of the bathroom dressed and dry eyed. Betty had heard the shower and was sitting in the chair with her robe on. She looked at me uncertainly for a minute, then rushed and held me tight, whispering over her sobs.

"Kathy, I'm so sorry. I feel so bad we got separated; it was just ... "

Pulling back a little I wiped her tears off. 

"Betty, it wasn't your fault. It just happened ... I made a mistake."

I added more to myself than to her, "A mistake I'll never make again!"

We talked for a while - until someone knocked on the door. I'm not sure either of us felt any better but no one was crying now.

Opening the door I let Taña, the doctor in. I could see Maribel sitting on the sofa in the living room part of the suite.

"Kathy, you need to talk to the police woman some more. Maybe with your help we can catch them. Before we go out I want to make sure you are all right. Do you have any pain from the stitches?"

"No, it just itches a little."

"I'll give you some antibiotic cream – it will stop any itching and make sure there is no chance of infection. Are you okay to talk?"

I responded with an abrupt "yes," a coldness in my voice.

Taña looked at me for a minute, a soft sadness in her eyes and led me into the living area.

I told them in more detail everything that had happened, a sour bitterness creeping into my voice.

I don't remember too much of it now – just the hate and bitterness that had taken over that part of me that was supposed to be soft and full of love. It's mostly just flashes of that day and the next before we were able to leave for home, mostly things Maribel had to say:

We caught Ricard and Benny as they were leaving on a boat. We will videotape your depositions so you can go back to California.

This is unfortunately becoming typical, this targeting young, vulnerable girls.

Klaus - you knew him as Alain - has apparently left the country. I know a guy that owes me a favor that can get a message to Arturo - that's Arturo Mendoza - about what he has been doing with the girls. I wouldn't want to be Klaus – Arturo is not a nice guy.

I've talked to Oscar Fuentes, the security manager at the hotel here. We have been working on a program to work closer with the hotels, both on security measures and making the hotel staff aware of 'situations'.

There was more but I guess I've blocked it out of my mind.

We got home and it was hard with mom. She was furious with Betty's parents; she blamed them. Betty wasn't comfortable coming around and we started drifting apart.

I was in my room most of the time – I'd try to read but I just kept starting at the page, the words becoming unfocused. My doctor was treating me for depression but I drifted through each day, one like another, days tainted with a nebulous darkness.

It all came together, and apart, on the day I found out I was pregnant. It took a while for me to figure out what had happened but Mom must have pulled in the garage as I cut my wrist. She had a funny feeling when she came in the house; she couldn't describe it, just that "things didn't feel right."

She got a bandage wrapped tightly around my wrist. That combined with the blade being not too sharp and my pathetic swipe kept me alive until the paramedics arrived.

I had to do some counseling ... it seemed to help some. What surprised me, I mean really surprised me, was that thought that I had about killing two people. I started getting interested in having a baby, becoming a mother. I started focusing on my little boy (somehow it seemed like it must be a boy) and that was a distraction for me. I stopped thinking so much about myself and started thing about the baby. 

Mom seemed to be about as depressed as I was and wasn't much help. She had kind of accepted what had happened in Cancun and even my being pregnant. What really bothered her was my trying to kill myself. I told her over and over that I was over that and that I was falling in love with my baby. I think she accepted that, at least in her mind, but she still watched me constantly and didn't want to leave me alone.

I don't know how things would have turned out but everything changed when I was about four months along. Mom was talking to her brother in Idaho and lost it and started crying. I was reading a book so I picked up the phone and talked to Uncle Sean. I told him what had happened and about the baby and all. By that time, mom had settled down and talked to him again, for a long time.

The next morning at breakfast, the rest of my life happened!

"Honey, Sean wants you to move to his ranch to have the baby. Afterwards you can either stay there or come home. I think it will be good for you to get away from here and see new faces. He has babysitting for his dude ranch customers so that will help a lot. He said he would find a job for you; he mentioned he needed a hostess for the restaurant. What do you think, Kathy?"

Well, I thought it sounded great. The one time I had spent the summer there, I had loved the place and my aunt and uncle. The cowboys had fussed over me, both teasing me and watching out for me.

A week later my mother made the long drive to Idaho. She stayed for a couple of days and we parted in a vale of tears when she left.

WILLOW, WEEP FOR ME

"'Guess now who holds thee?' - 'Death,' I said. 

But there, the silver answer rang, ... 'Not Death, but Love.'"




The Belle Of Coeur D'Alene



- Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 

Standing there in the early dawn in back of the rambling log ranch house I looked up at the hill, the rising sun diffused by the large willow tree. It was over eight feet in diameter and tall at more that sixty-five feet. The glow of the rising sun highlighted the bright yellow of the young shoots enthusiastically growing in the early spring. 

The tree sheltered the remains of generations of the Lane family ... in fact, all of the Lanes excepting me, Tom, as the last of the line. I briefly wondered if the tree would fade away as the family had through the years. 

As I started up the path, the heavy dew bathing my new boots, a slight smile came to me as I remembered from one of my college courses the quote from Richard Wright in his Story of Gardening:

"Nor can we leave the willow without remarking on how its weeping form became the symbol for the correct Victorian female attitude. The modest bending of their slim, pendulous branches, their response to the least breath of wind, readily typifies the acquiescence that Victorian ladies were supposed to display."

The smile faded quickly as I reached the top of the hill where a too large collection of markers and monuments were the memories of the rise and fall of a family. I could still hear my grandmother telling me the stories when we would visit what she called "the knoll of death with the tree that weeps."

I kneeled before the new marble slab, shiny with the dampness, and read the sharply chiseled inscription:





The Bellhop's Tip



The fan moved slowly, circulating the warm air over the two lovers in the war torn bed. The air was heavy with sex, candles, and cigarette smoke.

While the soft rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, the white sound of the ocean lulled the spent ones to sleep in between bonfires of passion.

Nikita moved first. Dreamily, her cuffed hands stroked her puffy pink pussy lips. The brief attention stiffened her protruded bud. She rose to look at him from her place at the foot of the bed, willing him to awaken. He did not move. Her full bladder was desperate for relief. Afraid to wet the floor, she whined through the gag.

"What! What!!" he said in an exasperated way, as he lifted his head toward the foot of the bed.

His sinewy body was well defined, even in repose. Muscle and bone should have been his first and last name. Wolff was an alpha male and she was his porcelain doll. No matter how mismatched they were, they fit each other like yin and yang.

Nikita batted her eyes at him and he returned a glare. 

"Do you need something? What!! What do you need?" he boomed with a glint in his eye.

She twitched her fettered legs and squirmed her bottom until she managed to pull herself up on her knees. With cuffed hands before him in a prayerful pose, she bowed her head in supplication. He couldn't resist chucking her chin.

"All right. As if I didn't know."

He pulled out the chamber pot from under the bed and put it near her. Due to days of practice, she managed to poise herself directly over the pot and relieved herself under Wolff's shameless gaze. She closed her eyes with relief. 

"Look at me while you pee." he said gently and she quickly complied. He relished her shame at this private moment and lifted her up by her mons once she finished. 

"Do not look away. This is mine. I can touch it, kiss it, spank it, share it, wipe it, and fuck it," he said, pushing the chamber pot back under the bed with his foot.

Her eyes were excited. She was staring at his hard member with undisguised mischief. Wolff smiled and removed the gag.

"Ah, you want something. This? You want this, don't you."

He rubbed his cock over her face and jerked it until the tip rested on her lips. 

"What do you say, slut."

Nikita recited the well rehearsed response, "Please sir, may I kiss your dick, sir?"

Wolff stalled. It was a tasking ordeal to resist shoving his cock in her mouth and ride her throat until he reached the screaming darkness. But, he liked to withhold his cum, too. It added a little more intensity to the ride.

There was a knock on the door. 

"Room Service."

Just in time, Wolff thought, now that's service. He opened the door leaving Nikita on her knees bound and fettered. The bellhop rolled in the cart and remained stony faced as he surveyed the scene.

"Would you like a choice for your tip?" Wolff asked holding out some euros.

Nikita blanched. The shocked bellhop looked at Wolff then at Nikita and grinned.

"Nikita, please him as you please me." said Wolff with his familiar glint.

She shuffled onto her knees in front of the bellhop, pulled his zipper down with her teeth and looked at Wolff out of the corner of her eye. He parked himself in a nearby chair, lit a cigarette, and watched dispassionately.

The bellhop's heart beat faster as he admired how the leather cuffs contrasted against her delicate wrists. 

He was about to insert himself into her sweet shaped lips when she addressed him, "May I use my hands sir?" 

"Em..sure," responded the bellhop, feeling so damned lucky to be getting a blowjob at any rate.

She gently grasped his bobbing cockhead and speared his piss hole with her tongue. The tongue had a life of its own as it swirled around the head, up and down the shaft, stopping to lick under the ridge of the tip. The bellhop's legs strained toward her mouth and he held onto her ears. His bowed his head to watch her intently. She slid his cock deep in her throat and held it there until she started to gag. Her restrained fingers fondled his balls while she sucked. The poor bellhop did not have the staying power that Wolff did. The task appeared to be easy and she enjoyed being a cum slut, whether she was on the giving end or receiving end. 

Wolff noted how quickly the bellhop was pumping and decided to add a little distraction to the scene. He whipped off his pants and stepped behind the kneeling Nikita. He signaled to the bellhop and they both knelt down. She was going to be spit roasted like a suckling pig. Nikita was Wolff's little pig. Her pussy started to drip wetness down her leg. Whenever Wolff touched her, she couldn't help it. He fondled her painted toes, tickled her soft, pink feet, and slapped her bum.

He pressed her forward to assume the position and the bellhop stuck his dick back in. It had recovered a bit and he was ready to play see saw again. Wolff felt her wet pussy and smacked it. She brazenly rubbed her butt up to his groin and rotated it in circles. He spanked her offered bum, hard, repeatedly, until her skin was red with heat. He knew she could take more, but this was not the time. He wanted to see her skewered. His cock went into the slick sheath. As Wolff churned his tool inside her, Nik moaned onto the bellhop's cock. This caused him to shove his cock faster in and out of her mouth.

Wolffie spit on her crack and worked two fingers in her arse. Once he loosened the ring a little, he inserted his cock at the entrance and held it there until she squeezed instinctively. Her face reflected the familiar concentration and pain. The bellhop was beside himself and furiously pumped her mouth. Nikita gasped and struggled for air. Wolff took this opportunity to drive his cock in, to the hilt, with a resounding smack to the bum. Soon, she was into the ride, bucking back and forth in sync with the frenzied rhythm.

"You're my slut, Niki. I fuck you, he fucks you, and you can't cum until I say so." he panted. 

Nikita was operating on adrenaline. With the intense action on both ends, Niki had to cum. Wolff relished the sight of his pussy girl being fucked in her mouth and ass at the same time. Simulating a well oiled piston, he entered the screaming tunnel of darkness...and took Nikita with him. 

As the bellboy lay back on his heels, his cum splattered on Nikita's face, he thanked his lucky stars for switching shifts. 



The Bellman



Last weekend, Patrick and I decided we'd seen enough of Dallas, and took off for Houston. It was a great trip down, with me giving my loving husband many opportunities to watch as I flirted outrageously with every male we encountered over the two hundred mile trip. I wore my white sun dress, nothing underneath. Whenever we stopped, and I got out of the car, everyone could plainly make out my naked form. My brownish nipples were hard, (as usual) and if the size wasn't enough to call attention to them, the fact that the two brown circles adorning my breasts were visible through the dress certainly did! Of course, you could easily make out my pussy as well. Sometimes I shave it bare, but lately, I've settled for a very short, manicured look. Still, trimmed or not, it was clearly visible. As I walked in high heel sandals, with straps going four inches up my leg, visions of sex slaves quickly came to mind.

As if all this wasn't sexy enough, I kept unbuttoning the top of my dress as we drove, allowing my magnificent breasts to be exposed. My husband enjoyed the view of these two luscious mounds, but then, so did the truckers who kept passing us on I-45. When I pointed out to him that other men were looking at my breasts, he only smiled...and lifted the hem of my dress to expose more of my long tanned legs! Most of the trip, the hem of my dress wasn't more than an inch away from the bottom of my pussy, and for parts of the trip, it wasn't that far! I lost track of how many truckers got a glimpse of my pussy and tits. But I can tell you this...a lot of guys didn't keep their hands on the steering wheel as they drove the Interstate. Patrick says I should be listed as a road hazard, you know...soft shoulders...dangerous curves!.

We got to Houston, my pussy aching. I had begged him to pull over and fuck me a little as we drove, but the most he would do was play with my exposed pussy, usually when we passed an eighteen wheeler. Just when I thought I'd get to come, he'd stop, and adjust the radio, or light a cigarette. Anything but finish me off. Then, a few miles later, he'd start again, first a gentle rub...then the penetrating of his fingers. But he never let me come, though he did comment that he saw a trucker or two that he wouldn't mind letting fuck me. I never had a chance. By the time we reached Houston, I was horny enough to fuck the bell boy in the elevator!

After checking into the hotel, and getting to our room, Patrick sent the bell boy (the same one I'd thought about fucking in the elevator) to get us a newspaper. While he was gone, Patrick started a shower. I watched as he stripped off his clothes and as he turned to go into the bathroom, I stopped him.

"That's such a lovely cock," I said as I stroked it "You wouldn't mind if I just had a taste, would you?" With that, I sank to my knees, and took him into my mouth! Now if there's one thing I do better than fucking, it's cock sucking! As I coated my husband's hardened dick with my spit, he slowly unbuttoned my dress, allowing my braless tits to spill out. As my mouth went up and down his cock, my hard little nips brushed against his leg. I knew he wouldn't last long. As I swallowed the cock I loved best, his hands held my head still as he fucked my mouth like he usually fucks my pussy. In and out, gentle, yet firmly, first slowly, than faster, and then slow again, I prepared for what I knew would soon come; and come in my mouth. I fiercely desired the feel of his cock spurting hot cream all over my face, my breasts, and of course, down my throat!

But that wasn't to be the case right then. A knock on the door told me the bell boy was back with the paper. With a twinkle in his eyes, Patrick pulled his cock from my mouth and asked, "You want to answer it, or shall I?"

Before I could answer, he lifted my to my feet, turned me toward the door, and swatted my bottom. I guess he wanted me to get the door. He watched as his wife, her dress opened to her waist, her firm 38DD tits plainly outside the confines of the dress, my nipples hard as .38 bullets Opened the door, and faced the young bell boy. In my sweetest manner, I took the paper, and left the door open as I turned to pick up my purse. As the bell boy looked in the room, he could clearly see Patrick standing there, his cock rock hard, still wet with the juices from my mouth. I made no effort to hurry, in fact, after I looked inside my purse, I set it down, walked over to Patrick's pants, which were bunched around his feet, and withdrew his billfold.

Extracting a five dollar bill, I replaced his wallet, and started back to the door, but not before giving his still erect cock a playful squeeze as the now tranced like bell boy stood in the doorway, his mouth agape, and a quick check at his trousers told me he was more than just spell-bound. He was sporting a very visible hard-on. I turned my attention back to my husband...and my husband's hard cock. But I didn't want Patrick to come right then, not in front of the bell boy. I fondled and jerked Patrick's rock-hard dick, slowly...deliberately...all the time watching the boy in the doorway...watching him...watching him watch me! Finally, as Patrick was reaching the point of no return, I stopped. Without losing eye contact with my bell boy (I was already thinking of him as "mine.") I began a slow and seductive sashay toward the door. His mouth was open, and the expression on his face belied any confidence he was trying to project.

When I reached him, I held up the five dollar bill. "Sorry for the delay. I just can't pass a hard cock without touching it. I hope you understand." With that, I reached down and touched the frozen stranger between his legs. My hand, flat against his fly, curved under and between his legs. I knew he was powerless against my seduction. I could tell be the way his eyes glazed over as I fondled his love tool that he was prepared to come in my hand...in or outside his pants! I love to make a man come in his pants. It's such a power trip for me. . After six or eight strokes, I stopped, placing my hand on my left breast instead...stroking myself...touching my hardened nipple and never...never breaking the contact between out eyes. The poor boy never saw my right hand reach for the door and close it in his face. I think perhaps he must have stood there for minutes after the door closed...after the show was over...not sure what to expect next...not sure if he was expected to leave or wait. Young men are so easily confused. My last words to him were...:"perhaps you could bring me another paper later tonight."

After the door was closed, I turned to Patrick. His erection was even more demanding after witnessing my shameless display with the bell boy. "Go take your shower, baby. It's going to be a long, hot night!"

I wanted to fuck him right then, more than I'd wanted to all day! But a girl can't appear too easy . I stood with my back against the door, and continued to unbutton my dress, as Patrick watched, inch by inch, button by button, my hot, firm body became more and more visible. My hand found my pussy, and as he watched me, almost as if he wasn't in the room, I slipped my middle finger inside my pussy, all the way to the second joint. Breathing erratically by now, I looked my husband in the eye. I could see he was getting hotter and hotter. He watched as his wife finger fucked herself in front of him.

And then, as if wakened from a stupor, he began to walk toward me. I reacted immediately.

"No! Stop. I'm soooooo hot, Patrick! And I want you to fuck me...but not now. Go take your shower, and take care of that boner yourself. I'll get the next one."

"Are you sure?" he asked?

"No, but that's what we're going to do. Now go on. Get in the bathroom. And close the door behind you. As he closed the door, he could hear me beginning to moan. He knows how I sound when I'm coming, and right now he could hear mye orgasm begin. I came hard, and he could hear what I was saying as I came. He heard me cry out that I wanted a cock...any cock...his...or maybe the bell boy...or maybe, yeah, maybe one of those truckers who'd seen my pussy on I-45 just a few hours ago. But mostly, I was thinking of Patrick, of his hard cock...of his soft mouth...of his incredible tongue on my clit. "Oh, yeah, baby. I need your dick. I need your cum. Oh, yeah. Oh...Oh...baby! I need a hot dick."

I needed a cock..a hard...hot...cock! And in the condition I was in, it didn't need to be his. It could have been anybody's. Or it could have been everybody's! As I continued to come, I was certain that on the other side of that door, my husband was listening to me...listening to me moan in need of a cock...and I'm sure he had already reached down and had begun to stroke his own cock, but this time, there would be no teasing. He listened through the door as my words settled on him. "Oh, yeah! Fuck! Yeah, stick it in me! Make me cry, baby...make me cry!"

And as I gave over to the tidal wave of my self-induced orgasm, he gave over to his as well. He could hear me as I could hear him. I'd moved to just the other side of the door. And as we both masturbated ourselves to a full succulent climax, we both could mentally see the other, hear the other. There was no mistaking what he was doing, nor what I was doing as well! We both came, together, apart, by our own hands.

"Baby?" I said to him through the door my voice still shaky from my recent come..

"Yeah?" he answered me, his voice equally weak..

"I want to take off all my clothes and dance naked for you. Can I? Please?"

"I thought you wanted to go out?"

"I meant while we are out!" I replied. And I came again! But that's another story. And I'll save it for another time.

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The Bellman



He was tall, and in uniform. I know it doesn't make a difference that he was a bellman, but tall and lean and very very hot.

We were staying in a cottage at a resort on the Gulf coast, and our TV was on the fritz. My husband called the front desk, who said they would send someone over to fix it, since this problem had happened before.

"If it's happened before, why isn't it fixed?" asked my husband.

"He'll be there in a minute," the front desk promised.

My husband decided to hop in the shower, so I was assigned the task of opening the door. Tim was tall, taller than my husband, and had a dazzling smile. I felt my stomach hit the floor.

"I know where it is..." he said, and I realized he had asked me a question. I moved aside so he could get it.

I watched his ass under his uniform. Nice, small. And broad strong shoulders. I thought I made out a tattoo under his shirt, on his back. I felt a small stirring in my crotch. It had been a while.

As he bent over the TV, I just sat and watched. He asked me some basic questions, and then *plink*, the TV worked. He smiled again, and was gone.

My husband came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. Quite pleased to see the TV was working again, he patted my ass and walked back into the bedroom to get dressed. It was almost happy hour at the bar, and he didn't want to miss the 2 for 1 drinks. 

Four hours later, and the husband and I are staggering home. I had only had 2 drinks, which gave me a nice buzz. He had 6, which made him drunk. I helped him into bed, where he started to snore soundly.

Since it was a warm night, I decided to go for a walk on the beach. It was quiet, since spring break hadn't started yet, and I had the beach to myself. Or, almost to myself.

Walking along the shore, carrying my shoes in my hand and trailing my feet in the water, I jumped when I heard "How's the TV?"

My heart pumping, I searched for the voice. Sitting on one of the chaise lounge under a straw umbrella, was Tim. He jumped up, put his hand on my arm, and said "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you..."

"I'm fine, really. I just didn't see anyone else out here so I thought I was alone."

"Most nights around now, no one else comes out here. That's why I have lunch on the chair over there. It's nice and quiet."

His piercing brown eyes felt like they were looking into my soul. I was still aware of where his hand had been on my arm, still felt the warmth from it. Large hands. Large shoulders. Beautiful smile.

We talked for a while, very comfortably, until he realized the time and had to get back to work. I bade him goodnight, and walked quietly back to my room. My husband hadn't moved, and I undressed and crawled in to sleep next to him.

The next afternoon, I was playing tennis, and having one of my best games yet. My tennis outfit was a light lavender, showing off my legs and my 36C breasts. I aced my next serve, and won the game. Shaking hands with my opponent, I heard "Wow, you're quite good." Tim was standing near the court, dressed for work in his uniform again. I could see that he wasn't just looking at me, but studying me. And I could also feel that he was resisting moving his eyes off my face. I knew my shirt front was soaked with sweat, and that my nipples were getting hard from the cooler air now that I wasn't playing.

"Thanks. I like to play."

"That's quite obvious."

I looked at him sideways, trying to tell if there was a double meaning in his words. His look told me that he wasn't just talking about tennis, mainly cause he was looking at my ass.

"Will you be having lunch again tonight on the beach? It seems like a nice place to escape to."

"I'm going to try to. I normally eat around 10, feel free to come by, if you're not doing anything."

My husband was again heading for the bar. I begged off, citing my hard tennis workout that afternoon, and saying I just wanted to sit in the whirlpool tub. He shrugged and headed out the door.

I did hop in the tub, and did enjoy the jets of hot water on my muscles. I had strained my right shoulder, and ducked down so the water could massage it. As I was lying there, I watched my breasts float on the water. Again, the colder air made the nipples hard. Thinking back to the tennis court earlier, and thinking about Tim, made them harder. What's under that uniform? Imagining it, I started to move my hand under the water, closer and closer to my clit. Before I got there, I thought better of it, and stood up and reached for my towel. It was time to get ready.

Walking on the beach is one of my favorite pasttimes. I love the water and the sand. Going down to the beach that night was exciting as well. There was a sliver of a moon, just enough for me to see where I was going. Most of the lights along the beach had been turned off.

I walked up to the chaise where I remembered Tim sitting the night before. His back was to me, with a sandwich on his lap.

"Hey there," I called.

It was his turn to jump.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" I laughed. I put my hand on his arm to comfort him, and felt his smooth, strong skin under my hand.

"It's okay," he said, flashing that smile. I felt my stomach flip. "It was your turn to get me."

Oh, and I intend to, I thought...

We laughed and chatted comfortably in the warm air. My white gauzy dress was blowing in the light breeze. He kept taking side glances at my tan legs, which I tastefully acted like I didn't see. I saw a shell on the sand and reached off the chaise where I was sitting to pick it up. Realizing he had a clear view down my dress to my braless chest, I took a little longer to pick up the shell than I needed to.

"This is a pretty one..."

"Yes, it is, isn't it?" he said, looking meaningfully into my eyes.

I couldn't stop myself. I leaned over and slowly, softly, kissed his sweet lips. He responded happily, softly, eagerly. I moved onto his chaise, and we continued to kiss, my mouth opening slowly, his tongue waiting, inviting. His skin was getting warmer; I could feel it through his shirt. Moving my hands slowly over his chest, it was muscular, but not too hard. His hands moved to my back, encircling me, drawing me closer. Our tongues started to dart around, as I got more and more excited. As we shifted in on the chaise, I felt his penis hard, poking, and all I wanted was to take it in my mouth. I broke the embrace, kneeled on the warm sand, and unzipped his pants. His hard on popped out, nice and long, just the right thickness, with a little pre-cum on the head.

A good blowjob starts slowly. A little blowing of air, some licking, massaging of the balls. I did the best I could, which was good, if his reactions were anything to go by. His eyes were closed for a moment, then he looked down at me. Lying back on the chaise, his eyes looking into mine hungrily. I gently ran my tongue along his shaft, tasting him and loving every second of it. Sucking gently, working my tongue under the rim of his head, he started to moan softly. He hadn't taken his eyes off me, and I hadn't stopped looking into his. My hand moved up under his shirt, to feel the chest I had been thinking of for a while. It was everything I had hoped, plus a little more. His nipple was pierced. I started to play gently with his nipple ring, which elicited a smile and heavier breathing. As I was rubbing the muscle under his balls, he pulled me off him, and I dove to his mouth again. He sucked on my tongue again, moving his strong hands all over my back, my ass, my legs, under my skirt.

His hands found my sweet spot. Warm, wet, it wasn't hard to find. I felt a finger enter me, and my hips started to move with the finger. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my dress, and my breasts were in his mouth in a flash. He nibbled the nipples, causing waves of pleasure in my pussy, that I knew he could feel. We couldn't wait any longer. I was longing to ride him.

I stood, and pulled off my panties. Moving the skirt away, he got a flash of my smooth, hairless pussy, and, amazingly, the hunger in his eyes became more intense. I straddled him, and slowly moved my hips down over his. His penis, standing straight, met me perfectly and he started to enter me with slow, short strokes.

He was larger than my husband, which was such a wonderful, filling feeling. It only took a few strokes to get him in comfortably, since I was so wet. We fit perfectly. His hands on my hips, my breasts in his mouth, I started to ride him slowly, smoothly. I wanted to savor every moment of this. His ministrations on my nipples started to increase, and his hands had moved from my hips to my ass. One of his fingers pushed gently on my asshole, and I moaned softly. He slowly entered me with his finger, filling me to completion. I looked down at him, and collapsed onto his mouth again. He was an incredible lover. His mouth knew what I wanted, before I did. I started to break free, to mouth his long, strong neck. It was an incredible neck, and I couldn't help myself. I was nibbling, licking, feeling it. Smooth, salty skin. His hands moving on me. He shifted slightly, and I could feel that he was hitting my spot. My mouth on his neck started to work more, and my breathing increased. He could feel it everywhere as well, and started to move faster, and deeper, if that was possible. I heard a rushing sound in my ears, and I could feel the waves getting closer. I started to whimper, and then the waves started. He held me up, since I went limp, and made sure that every wave came through and was felt.

His penis was jumping inside me, and the muscles in his chest and arms were getting tighter. I happily sat up, and started to ride him, as deep as I could. His hands were on my breasts, rubbing, pinching. My wet pussy was eating him alive. I saw a look in his eyes, and his hips started to push, and I rode him like a banshee. Speeding up, I felt him go tight, and then felt his warm cum inside me, shooting out.

I laid down on his chest, and he again held me in his arms, kissing my face and lips. His lips tasted like sugar to me. I felt addicted.

"My lunch break is over. But I get off at midnight."

"Yes," I said. "You will." 



The Bellman Delivers



I work as a Bellman at the (Blank) Park Hotel in New York City. It's a very swank, sophisticated boutique hotel with a high-end clientele. It is often described as "sexy" and to feed that image a few years ago we started offering a menu of sex toys that can be ordered and delivered to your room. 

It is pretty rare that anyone orders anything but it happens occasionally and it's kind of fun delivering them to people's doors. All the toys come in the same silver boxes in order to be discreet, but we all know what's in them as I politely yet knowingly hand them through a guests door and they accept them with a mix of embarrassment and bravado. 

Usually it's couples but sometimes a single woman, traveling alone will feel a little risqué and order something for herself. It was a delivery like that that led to the experience I just needed to share somewhere.

It was kind of a slow weekday night around 11:30 when I was notified by the desk to make a delivery to room 620. Sure enough it was one of our silver boxes so I perked up a little as I picked it up at the desk. All the boxes are the same size and shape. The only difference is the weight and this one felt a little heavy as I held it to my ear and gave it a little shake as I carried it into the vacant elevator. 

I rode up watching the floors roll by wondering who might have ordered this treat. I'd noticed a few couples around the hotel but it was low occupancy that week so not a lot. There were a few businessmen and women too, but everyone was much older than me so I hadn't paid a lot of attention. 

I have never considered myself sexy but I am decent enough. All the staff at the hotel are pretty good looking frankly, and I have a sweet girlfriend from college with whom I share an apartment. Sometimes the guest get a little flirty but nothing has ever happened. I have never been looking to do anything other than pay the bills as I work through school.

I arrived at room 620 and took a breath, stood up straight and knocked firmly on the door as I announced "Room Service".

I heard some rustling in the room and the lock clicking over as the door swung inward revealing a 50-ish year old blonde I had actually noticed earlier in the bar. She was dressed now in a hotel robe and her hair was damp, but I had noticed her because she was attractive and had been in kind of a funky eclectic outfit that made me think she must be in fashion or something. The crows feet around her eyes popped out a bit as she smiled up and me and blushed as she took the proffered package from me. 

"Ah... thank you." she said, a little drunkenly perhaps, I noted. 

"You're very welcome ma'am. Enjoy. Have a good night." I smiled back.

"Oh.. wait.. Hold on just a sec.." she walked back into the room and rummaged in her purse on the desk chair, then returned to press a $20 bill into my palm. "Thank you." She smiled again and quite warmly let her hand rest on my chest for a brief moment before backing away and shutting the door. 

Have fun! I thought as I strolled back down the hall stuffing the $20 into my pocket. 

I returned to the bell station and my normal routine. Carried bags for late arriving guests. Ran some room service orders around and got on with my job. Things got interesting though when the bell captain told me that room 620 had requested me personally, for "help" with something. 

"Room 620? What do they need?" I asked slightly puzzled, already having forgotten in the ebb and flow of my night my earlier delivery there. 

"How the Hell should I know? Apparently Mrs. King asked for you. You made a service call there earlier...?" The captain answered.

"Oh, right!" I remembered "Ok." And I headed for the elevator wondering what Mrs. King, as I had just learned her name, could want.

She seemed slightly agitated when she opened the door. "Oh, thank goodness you're here!" She exclaimed. "Come in... come in please.." she stepped back ushering me into her room. 

The bed was disheveled and I noticed an open bottle of wine on the bedside table. I also noticed the silver wrapping and the box I had delivered earlier tossed on the floor along with the packaging for a vibrator, and most interestingly, lying on the bed covered a little by the bed sheet but still plainly visible, was a blue "rabbit" style vibrator/ dildo.

"I'm sorry for the mess.." she sighed exasperatedly as she slid past me and sat down on the side of the bed. 

She was clearly a little tipsy and seemed somewhat distressed.

"Is there something I can help you with ma'am?" I smiled down at her trying to seem helpful while being professional.

"Oh.. God.. yes...I don't know.." She laughed a bit, confused, like she was in a daze but she perked up suddenly "Would you like a little wine?" I opened this whole bottle and..." she trailed off as she reached for a glass and noticed the bottle was almost empty.

"Oh no thank you Ma'am, I can't. I'm working."

"Oh, of course, of course..." she looked down a little embarrassed. 

"Is there something I can do to help you Ma'am" I asked.

"Well yes. First, stop calling me ma'm. I am not a ma'am. My name is Molly." 

"Ok.. I'm sorry, what can I do for you Molly?"

"Well," she laughed a little under her breath. "It.. it isn't working." She said quietly.

"What isn't working?" She was more than just a little tipsy I now realized and I looked around the room to see if there was something obvious or broken.

"The package....the one you delivered earlier.. it isn't working for me." She looked up suddenly emboldened as she gestured towards the rabbit lying on the bed.

"I'm sorry...." I stammered, a bit taken aback. "umm.. well, let me have a look at it for you." 

I knelt down on he edge of the bed as I reached across for the blue plastic toy and I felt Molly's hand on my thigh.

"No" she said, "no... it's not that, It's working fine. It's working... just not working for ME." She smiled at me and bit her lip a bit as I looked at her in confusion. Suddenly it seemed to be getting a little warm in the room.

"Umm.. okay." I stuttered. "so what do you need....?"

Like a dam bursting on her self consciousness she opened up. "I can't believe I'm doing this but I've never used one of those before. I was feeling so good from the drinks and got a little horny and my husband is back home and this hotel is so sexy so I decided what the heck, I'll try one of these toys you offer. I was so excited when you delivered it. I couldn't wait to try it but I've been at it for a while and I just can't get over the hump with it.. you know?"

"Umm, I guess." I said bravely.

"It feels great, don't get me wrong, it is amazing." She smiled "But I keep thinking of it being plastic and its damn buzzing and I keep thinking I just want a real cock." she continued. "Sooo... I thought maybe you could help me?"

"Oh my.. ma'am.. I'm sorry. . Molly! Molly." I stammered, flustered and feeling my cheeks flush red with embarrassment. "I don't know.. You're a little drunk.. it wouldn't be right.. I have a girlfriend...I've never cheated.. I don't think it would be right.. I, I... Do you want me to have SEX with you?" I blurted out.

"No! No sex.. God no! I've never cheated on my husband. No, no... I just need to see and feel a real cock for a few minutes... touch it, feel it just a bit to help get me over the edge. I keep getting so close, so close... Please...?" she trailed off as she looked up at me with suddenly pleading eyes and I could see the pent up frustration in her.

This was all a so strange and unexpected, what to do? I could try to just put her to bed but I noticed my cock had started to stir in my pants a bit and slightly more so now as I stood in front of her as she looked up at me with her begging eyes. The robe had fallen open a bit and I could clearly see her full breasts inside, sagging slightly but still lovely with rock hard nipples sticking out like fucking pencil erasers.

As I looked back into her face trying to decide what to do she slowly brought her hands to my waist and then lightly began to stroke my upper thighs through the thin fabric of my uniform. I felt my cock start to tingle and rise and unconsciously my eyes fell back to her stiff nipples. I was conflicted but I let her continue to stroke me gently as I thought through my options. My pause emboldened her and she brushed her hand softly across my cock itself making it grow perceptibly.

I know everyone in these stories always has a huge cock. Well I don't. It's fine, thank you very much. My girlfriend seems to like it all right but it's admittedly average. It was now, however, definitely stiffening to it's full glory as she rubbed it a bit more firmly now.

"Please.. can I just see it for a minute?" She asked, looking up into my eyes again.

Oh jeez.. what to do? Was this like a practical joke video or something? Her stroking was more insistent and felt great and that sure seemed pretty forward for a candid camera type thing. Again, I don't have some monster cock so I don't relish the idea of taking it out to show it off. I'm pretty self conscious about it frankly, but at that moment, as if sensing my fear she gave it a firm squeeze.

"You've got a nice cock." she purred up at me as she closed her eyes and bit her lip a little. "It feels so nice and warm and hard." as she stared at my bulging crotch. 

I felt my cock jump at that. It was so hard and straining bunched up and bent down in my underwear that I moved my hips a little to try and ease the pressure. Encouraged by that she bit her lip again and looked up into my eyes as she brought her fingers to my fly and slowly unzipped my pants.

Oh boy I sighed. I guess here we go as her slim, cool fingers found their way inside and began to search for the way through my boxers. She found the opening soon enough and I quivered as her fingertips brushed the skin of my rock hard dick, then wrapped around it firmly, stroking it for a moment inside my pants.

"Mmmmm.." she purred again, "That feels so good... so warm and soft and hard." 

I couldn't believe how blissed out she looked as she tugged it out through my fly.

"Oh yes, there it is." She almost panted as her eyes widened looking at it in front of her face. "What a nice sweet cock you have." she licked her lips and stroked it up and down softly.

"Thank you." I murmured, trying to control myself. 

"No, thank you!" she smiled and looked up and me. 

She may have been old enough to be my mom but she looked really beautiful and sexy in the dim lighting of the hotel room right now. Her blue eyes twinkled up at me with drunken mix of mirth and lust. She closed them softly and sighed as I felt her open her legs a little and I realized that her other hand had slipped down under her robe. Fuck this was all a little weird but what the hell, I was in it now, might as well try and enjoy it. 

I moved a little closer so she could keep stroking me even as her attention turned to her pussy and she responded by letting her head fall back and opening her legs wider letting the robe fall open even more as it slipped back over one shoulder fully exposing a soft breast. 

She was licking her lips now and rolling her hips slightly making sweet little sighs and groaning sounds. She brought her fingers up to her lips and wet them sensuously before returning them between her legs. I was trying desperately now to get a look at her pussy but the way we were with her sitting on the edge of the bed and me standing with the dim lighting I couldn't really see anything down there. It was just dark and the robe was still lying across her thighs, but she was clearly working her fingers on her clit as she held and stroked away on my cock. I just stood there, hands at my sides, not knowing what on Earth to do. 

As if sensing my confusion she sat up a bit and pushed me back. She stood up in front of me and let the robe drop to the floor. 

I've never seen a 50 year old woman naked before, never thought I would, but I have to admit she looked pretty good. She had a nice figure with really nice heavy tits that while they maybe hung a little low, looked quite lovely. Her bush was nicely trimmed into a little triangle, not quite a landing strip but clearly she cared about it, shaved it and took care of herself. 

She turned to the night table for a moment and downed the rest of her glass of wine, and then lay down on the bed in front of me. She reached down and pulled the rabbit out from under her leg giggling a little as she turned it on. It buzzed to life, kind of startling me, it was louder than I would think. There were some beads at the base that rotated inside and the rabbit ears were gyrating slowly. It was quite the contraption. Absentmindedly she brought it to her mouth and licked and sucked the tip, then rubbed the wetness around the head.

Fuck I thought to myself, she is going to fuck herself with that with me watching? Sure enough, as if I wasn't even there, she brought the vibrator down between her legs and lifted her hips slightly, using her other hand to part her pussy lips she began to rub the wet head around her pussy. Not knowing what to do I absentmindedly began to stroke my cock myself, watching her transfixed as she slowly pushed the vibrator deep into her wet cunt.

"Mmmmmmmm... " she moaned deeply and arched her back as it filled her depths, the gyrating rabbit ears brushing and teasing at her clit.

Her other hand came up to her breast and began to massage and pinch at her nipples as her face contorted and her breathing grew heavier. I still just stood there, kind of stroking my cock absently just watching her, not really feeling right jacking off to this woman's pleasuring herself, but certainly feeling aroused by the incredibly sensualness of it all as she worked the vibrator slowly in and out of her.

She really looked very beautiful now, stretched out on the bed. Her breast flopped over to the sides but she was kneading her right one and pinching and twisting the nipple so much I could hardly tell. I really didn't even know what she needed me for. She seemed to be doing just fine and I started to think about leaving when suddenly her hand reached out for me. 

"Come here baby, come here" she moaned.. "I need to feel your cock. Bring me your big, beautiful cock..." her eyes were closed in her fantasy and I wasn't one to break the spell, so dutifully I stepped forward and positioned myself where her hand could easily grasp me. 

"Mmm...Oh yes." she sighed as her fingers wrapped around my shaft. "Yes.. that feels so good." Her other hand was steadily working the vibrator in and out of her sopping wet pussy as her right now squeezed and stroked my rock hard six inches 

Her hips began to grind a little more now and her head began to roll side to side a bit as she worked the vibrator in and out, the shaft glistening with her wet juices. Clearly she was enjoying this and who was I to complain. 

She swallowed and moaned and bit her lip as the sensations worked through her body while her hand still stroked my cock. "Touch my breasts," she moaned "Please.. touch my breasts. My nipples."

I stepped forward a bit nervously but leaned down slightly letting my hands caress her soft tits, gently brushing her nipples.

"Yes.. More! More!" she moaned loudly and I began to massage and knead them just they way she had, my fingers occasionally pinching and pulling at her hard pink nipples eliciting more deep guttural, moans from her. 

She was panting now and fucking herself hard with the vibrator as her other hand still clutched and tugged at my dick. I was enjoying the whole wild ride just fine but it suddenly it got a lot better as without any warning she shifted up onto her elbow and in one motion plunged my cock deep into her mouth!

"Gooooahhhh!" I grunted loudly in surprise at the astonishing pleasure of her warm, wet mouth suddenly engulfing my cock. 

"Mmmmpph" she moaned back in pleasure too as she stuffed more of my cock into her mouth and began to suck me eagerly.

Fuck I couldn't believe this! This hot old chick was fucking sucking my cock! I moved a little positioning my hips so she could take more of me as I kept massaging her breasts. 

With my head down lower now I could fully see the vibrator as it plunged in and out of her wet cunt. Her pussy was shaved down there so I could clearly see the sweet, wet pink inner lips stretching and sliding up and down the blue shaft while the beads spun and buzzed and the ears tickled her swollen clit. 

She was fucking herself deeply now, grinding her hips with each thrust and her cocksucking grew more intense too. Her warm, wet mouth slid up and down my entire length as she pumped her hand up and down my shaft in the slick wetness of her saliva.

I tried to keep my focus on massaging her tits the way she wanted me to and I licked my fingers and pinched a hard nipple between my wet fingertips. Fuck this was all so crazy hot I couldn't believe this was happening to me as I let the pleasure of the blowjob and rubbing her big soft tits just wash over me and take me away. 

I hadn't really thought about cumming from this whole thing but now, suddenly I realized it was beyond my control. Molly was clearly an expert cocksucker and her hand and warm wet mouth worked together in perfect unison up and down every inch of my cock and I felt my orgasm building.

"Ummmm.." I kind of grunted almost apologetically.. "I think I'm gonna cum ma'am. Molly!" I corrected myself.

I wanted to warn her, to let her know I was close so I wouldn't ruin the moment shooting in her mouth if she didn't want me to but she actually sucked me extra deep and moaned in pleasure as her hips rose and she worked the vibrator furiously in her pussy. 

"Mmmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph!" she began to grunt as she repeatedly stuffed my cock deep into her mouth in time with her hips until I could take it no more.

"Fuuuuuuuuuccckkk...." my knees buckled with the overwhelmingly intense pleasure as my cock twitched and exploded into her hard working mouth. 

I'd like to say she sucked me dry and swallowed every drop as the chicks in these stories always seem to do, but as my initial cumshot blasted into her mouth she jerked her head away panting and moaning and crying out in little gasps as her body shuddered and convulsed. Her own orgasm was wracking her body even as my cock sprayed it's hot load all over her! My second thick, heavy blast splashed across her cheek and ran down her neck as she aimed my cock down, away from her face. She was still pumping it with her hand sending a third , fourth and fifth shot of my hot cum spraying in thick gouts across her chest and breasts as she contorted and bucked in the intensity her own orgasm. Finally, only after the last of my load dribbled from my spent cock she released me. 

Molly lay panting stretched out in front of me, a slight sheen of sweat on her skin and wet splashes and pools of my cum glistening on her cheek and tits. After a few moments she slowly removed the suddenly annoyingly loud, buzzing vibrator from her pussy and turned it off, dropping it on the bed beside her as I tired to catch my breath. 

She took a few deep breaths herself and let out a soft, breathy "whoooo.... Mmmmm."

I backed away from the bed a little dazed and swallowed hard, collecting myself. I put my softening cock back into my pants and zipped up as a sudden wave of post orgasmic guilt swept over me about cheating on my girlfriend and about cumming all over this stranger. 

There was a kind of awkward silence for a moment as I just stood there not knowing what to do looking at this older woman's naked, cum glazed, body and Molly seemed too lost in her own drunken post orgasmic world to notice me. I was about to just slip out when she opened her eyes with a deep sigh and lifting her head slightly, looked down at her cum coated chest. 




The Bellman Delivers



"Ummm.. whew. Oh, my.." she held her hands up a little and I noticed strands of my cum sticking between her fingers of the hand she had been stroking me with. She examined the mess with a sense of not knowing what to do. 

"Would you mind getting me a towel?" she asked quietly.

"Oh, Yes.. Of course.. I.... Yes." I stammered like an idiot before popping into the bathroom and fetching her a bath towel. She was wiping my cum off her cheek with her fingers and kind of looking a little disgustedly at her hands as she took the towel from me.

"I.. I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to...." I started to stammer... 

"Oh it's fine.. it's fine." she smiled a little as she began wiping up my jizz. "I hope that felt good for you." 

"Oh yes ma'am!, Molly!" I caught myself again as she rolled her eyes up to me with kind of a "Puh-Leez" look. 

"Well, thank you." She sighed and dropped the towel on the floor. She smiled at me sweetly, her crows feet crinkling. "I never did get your name." she chuckled at the realization.

"Oh, Martin.. It's Martin." I nodded. The room suddenly felt very awkward. 

"Well, Thank you for your help, Martin." She pulled the covers up over herself. "I've never done anything like this before... I trust we won't be talking about this around to anyone?"

"Oh no! No ma'am... I have a girlfriend. No way!" I made a little "locked lips" sign.

"Ok. Good. Well..." she trailed off leaving an awkward silence as it was clearly time to go. 

I didn't know whether to kiss her, shake her hand or what so I just kind of bobbed my head. "Well, Goodnight." I nodded and kind of waved at her like a total dork as I backed towards the exit. 

Just as I opened the door to let myself out though she called out behind me. "Oh, wait, Martin!" I turned and saw her getting up and pulling on the robe that had lain crumpled on the floor. "Wait a second!" She went to her purse and rummaged in it, then walked over to me at the open door.

She pressed a $20 it into my dumbfounded hand and smiled at me warmly as she let the door close between us.



The Belly Dancer Slave



The ship rocked and swayed today as it had been doing for nearly a month now. Down in the galleys carina moaned, opening her eyes gently to the familiar surrounding of seven other women. Then suddenly the door was slammed open and jinni one of the females was quickly snatched out of the room by the pirate. Carina closed her eyes and her past set in, she came from a little island near Spain, these pirates had invaded their island and taken the women captives, raping them and as she had heard them speak with the intention of selling them. But thankfully carina had not been touched yet; the captain of the ship had given orders that she was not to be touched by any man. Carina was a rare beauty, at the age of twenty one she was still a virgin, she had long chestnut curly hair, beautiful brown smooth skin, wide brown eyes, and a fully developed body. The other women had eyed her many times with hate, for they had been misused throughout the trip and carina was always left untouched. Deep inside carina knew her fate would not end better than theirs, she was to be sold to, and questions kept tugging at her as to why she was left alone. What was her fate?

They docked in Turkish waters and the women were hauled onto little crafts and taken ashore accompanied by the captain and 6 of his men. The captain sat there looking at her, "she is a beauty indeed, and would fetch him a great price, good thing he had ordered her untouched. He knew one customer who enjoyed his women and would pay a lot for this little maid"

Carina was held by one of the pirates as she watched the seven other girls auctioned off to buyers in the city square. She knew not of her fate, she had already guessed that she was left aside to be sent to someone of much more importance than the buyers on the street. The thought sending chills through, "she was to be a slave". 

The captain sent off the other men leaving the two pirates with him. "Lets us go to the Emir Hadi, he will enjoy this one for sure."

They reached a huge tent area, surrounded by many smaller tents on the outskirts of the town. As the captain made his presence known to the huge guards sending word to the Emir that he was around and wished to see him, carina's eyes surveyed the camp zone. It was guarded perfectly, women and children wondered about yet the huge tent was guarded by several guards. 

They were summoned and carina was pushed forward, her mouth had been gagged so she could not speak, she had been given water to bathe earlier and a long white dress with nothing beneath. Yet a long cloak covered her now, and she accepted it immensely for it hid what the white dress revealed.

They were let into the huge tent and carina was suddenly shoved to her knees, "kneel wench" was the captain's orders.

All happened so fast she did not have time to look around yet suddenly she was at the feet of a man wearing white pants and golden sandals. Lifting her eyes slowly she heard the captain speaking to someone, and then she heard an amazing voice, deep, sexy and lustful. She looked up and saw him, the Emir Hadi! She was stunned by his beauty and he looked no older than 32, dark skin, black jet hair, black eyes, broad chest, and all a man she thought.

"Bring her closer." said the Emir.

She was lifted and pushed forward to stand before him. his hands came upon her cloak and it was dropped form her shoulders, revealing the sheer white dress that left her feeling bare as she was beneath it.

He was shocked! What a beauty they had brought him. And more interesting they claimed she was a virgin, but who would leave such a beauty untouched? 

She was blushing he noticed, maybe she was a virgin and she was defiantly worth the price this captain was asking for her. She would make him the most graceful belly dancer in the city and he would work on her bedding skills. 

"yes, I shall buy her, I am most pleased captain, this is far the most best slave you have brought for me to date." he said, grabbing a sack of coins, he threw it at the captain.

"Thank you Emir." the captain said bowing his head. "Now I shall take my leave and leave you to enjoy your new slave."

The Emir simply nodded and the captain left the tent with his two goons.

As soon as they left he turned his black eyes to carina and said, "I assume you understand English slave, let me explain this, you are now my property, I own you and I shall do with you as I wish, if you disobey me, you shall be whipped! If you do not you shall be pleasured, do I make myself clear slave?"

Carina's heart was thumping, beating of fear. She could not help but to gaze into his eyes. Yet a slave, she had been preparing herself for this, but not for him. She simply nodded.

"Very good, slave." he said. Then his hand came to her mouth to remove her gag and asked ,"what is your name slave?"

"Carina." she said, her whole body trembling. 

It had been the first time she had spoken in a whole month.

Suddenly his hand came and grabbed her hair forcefully, yanking it hard, pulling her head downwards, he said angrily, "you will bow your head when speaking to me and you shall address me by master, slave carina."

"Yes master." was her painful whisper.

"nissrin." was a shout from the Emir that made carina jump of fear.

A woman came running, a beauty in her younger days carina noticed. Simply bowed at his feet and said "yes master?"

"Take this woman, bathe her, clean her up and dress her. I wish to see her when you are done. And call Mona to begin instructing her, for this slave shall dance for me in two nights."

"Yes master." nissrin replied.

With that carina was led silently into another part of the tent. "Don't fear him girl, he is a good master if you are obedient" said nissrin.

Carina's brown eyes filled with tears she said, "I am scared."

"Don't be. He won't harm you, just do as you are told and all will be well."

"I shall try." replied carina.

"Come lets bathe you and get you ready for Mona, she will teach you how to dance for the master and his guests."

The two days passed fast. Carina proved to be a fast learner, she knew how to dance yet she had to learn how to dance to their tune for it was different. She moved gracefully on the last day of her lessons and Mona was extremely pleased. She told carina that the master would be very happy with her dancing and his guests would envy him for such a dancer. She also warned carina of what was to be expected of her during the night. She had been treated like a queen for two days and noticed that all the women there were treated no different, she knew it was a harem she was living in now, yet she noticed no one complained. They all seemed so happy, the Emir had summoned for girls during the two days yet she was not summoned. She wondered if he even remembered that he had bought her.

Night had fallen upon the camp and carina could hear loud noises from inside the second part of the tent and knew that the guests had arrived and her role was soon to be played. Nissrin had helped her into a sheer red dancing outfit with nothing beneath, carina would have blushed two days ago, yet she had been wearing sheer clothes since her arrival and so had all the women around. It seemed to be their master's orders. Carina fumbled nervously with her hair, scared, and full of fear.

"Here, take this." said nissrin "it will help calm your nerves" giving her a cup of some kind of tea.

"Thank you, nissrin, you have been too good to me." she said as she swallowed the contents of the cup.

Nissrin smiled, yet deep inside she knew what she had given the girl was wrong. It was a drug, meant to send her into full state of arousal. It would sure calm the girl, yet it would send her into a bliss she had never known before and it was too much for a virgin to handle, for she would be experiencing new things and not knowing what they are.

"Lay down for a while, as soon as you are summoned I shall come for you." said nissrin.

Carina feeling a little drowsy now laid back upon the soft cushions, closing her eyes. The drink really did calm her nerves, yet she felt a new tingling feeling beginning to start between her thighs and wondered why.

She opened her eyes a little more than ten minutes later, her body on fire, the tingling feeling yet stronger now and she felt as though she was being sent into another world. She tried to concentrate on her surroundings yet all become hazy, she could feel the heat escaping through her eyes and her urge to rub that burning feeling between her thighs growing. She groaned, tossed and turned. Something was happening to her and she knew not what!

Nissrin watched quietly from behind the curtains, the drug had now taken effect and it was time to send her out for her dance. She had responded more quickly than any other girl she had given it to, this girl must have a little demon in her she thought. The master would surely love playing with this slave. She smiled and turned walking out to the source of the loud noise. Kneeling by her master's side she told him that the slave was ready to come out and dance for him now. Orders given, she left to his voice announcing to his guests that he had a new dancer and she would be commencing soon.

"Carina! It is time, come now girl." nissrin tugged at carina.

Barely able to focus carina nodded and was led into the crowded gathering; she stood there while men all around her clapped and yelled. The music began playing and carina's body began moving to it. She was in another world, her entire being was aflame and all she could think about was dancing and the scorching heat between her thighs. 

He watched her, she was magnificent. She danced and swayed seductively to the music, every inch of her bare body visible beneath the red outfit and the opening between her thighs glistering lightly with moist. He knew she had been drugged and that she was now wet, and if touched she would be sent into an insatiable frenzy of desire.

The men around him grew aroused as him, he noticed. For now the moistness between her thighs started to seep down her inner thigh, her hands roamed her flesh touching her erected nipples, her hair flying about her back, her eyes glittering with hunger and her palm would slide slower between her thighs touching her wet pussy.

All carina felt was the music making her move and the heat drowning her. She knew that she had to stroke the source of her heat and she time she stroke the more it ignited. Her mind was somewhere gliding into new pleasures, her body aching to be touched, she felt as though her hands were not enough. She did not notice the hungry men sitting around her, nor the hard arousals in their laps. All she knew is that the more she danced and stroked the more she wanted and her body would not stop demanding.

The music came to a stop as the song ended, she stood there panting and on fire, then she noticed the only man she knew the Emir taking her hand and leading her to sit between him and his honored guest. She was seated with her legs wide open crossed at the front exposing the gap that led to her bare mound. She felt his hand come down and caress her clit and she arched with desire, the crowd cheered and men clapped and praised her.

She was amazing he thought her desires so intense he had never seen this before in any slave. Her moistness now seeping from her and his yearns to lick it dry contained. For first he must amuse his honored guest. Then he would take her when they had all left. 

The man beside her, evidently aroused by her, licked his lips and stroked his arousal through his gown. "Would you like to touch my slave, Jamal?" 

"I would be delighted." he said.

She whimpered as the hand stroking her clit was removed only to sigh with relief as another hand was replaced to stroke her, she moaned and moved her hips, wanting more and more. She looked into the eyes of this stranger and did not feel ashamed for she was someone else now, she needed this or she would scream. Then she felt lips descend upon her left nipple and looked down to see the Emir sucking her though the sheer fabric, her body went in to a wild frenzy as new mixed emotions shot through her, arching more against the fingers that stroked her and pushing herself delightfully into the lips that sucked her nipple.

Gently her pushed her onto her back and pulled down the light fabric, while Jamal straightened her legs yet kept them wide open, as his fingers now stroked her clit harder, making her tremble and squirm. The loud moans and groans in the room filling her ears and she could hear faint voices of women. Yet the thundering sounds of her own desire refused to let her focus.

His lips left her nipple and began tracing lower, down to where Jamal's fingers where removed only to be replaced by the Emir's lips. Then Jamal's lips came down to her right nipple exposing it and suck it while she caressed the left with this other hand. She could feel two hard arousals pulsating into her sides, as they rubbed themselves gently against her. she bucked moaned and pleaded against the lips sucking her moist, then a faint scream escaped her as she felt a tongue probe deep between her folds, probing her.

She tasted like heaven he thought, sucking, licking and probing her, Hadi could not get enough. His arousal was aching as never before, and the way she moved beneath him was driving him mad.

Suddenly he raised his head and clapped for a young maid to attend to Jamal, the he returned his face once again to bury it in the moist bliss beneath him.

The young maid sat before Jamal taking his pulsating arousal into her mouth sucking it. He left the beauty by his side now, concentrating on the maid attending to him. He knew that the beauty was not his now, till the Emir was tired of her. then suddenly he lifted the maid and sat her astride him, forcing himself deep into her, she rode him fast and he thrust as hard as he could watching the beauty beside him shake and buck with desire.

The room was filled with couples fucking and loud moans and groans, those who were satisfied watched others and those that were not, watched the beauty bucking at the Emir's assault.

Suddenly he could not take it no longer and knew that she could not, he rose to his feet and pulled her with him, and he gave his excuses to the men and told them to enjoy the remaining of their evening. She was led into a different part of the tent, one she had not seen before, he came up from behind her and stroked her bared nipples kissing her neck, and then hands wandering lower till they reached her heat again. She was flooded with cum, her thighs wet and soaked, her body trembled and her soul on fire.

Then she was pushed forward till she laid face down on the cushions and the clothes upon her ripped from her body. She shivered with continuous desire, fear not present at the moment, yet burning hot desires rushing through her veins like cascading lava. Then she was turned over and he stood before the red.

"Kneel slave and take my hard arousal into you mouth." he ordered.

Carina's eyes widened as she saw his hard arousal, she licked her lips and suddenly was kneeling before him, she opened her lips as is she had done it before and unashamed took the hard throbbing member into her mouth.

Her inexperience was noticed yet the touch of her lips and tongue driving him wild, he set one had into her hair and began guiding her head, his hips moving, shoving himself in and out of her mouth.

Her hand crept lower to her moist clit for the flames there had yet been quenched. But a sudden slap on her arm stopped her.

"You may not touch slave." he ordered.

Suddenly she was pushed back onto the cushions; he straightened her legs wide open and came to nestle above her. His hard cock throbbing at her entrance she moved her hips wildly seeking some relief. He kissed her lips and whispered in her ear how smooth and delightful she was. His fingers crept lower and he inserted two fingers into her sending her whole body into a shock, she moaned and gasped at the new feeling, her fire now burning wilder she scratched at his back, he pulled back and said ,"you are ready slave". 

He sat on his heels and lifted her hips higher, placing his cock at her folds, he began pushing in to her slowly, reaching the barrier, he nudged gently then with one push entered her fully. She let out a scream, as a quick pain ran though her body only to be replaced with a filled feeling of him deep inside her. Carina wanted more! She began rocking her hips lightly as she grew accustomed to him.

When she began moving he lost all control, his hips started to move now, pulling in and out of her, fucking her slowly, then faster, then harder. She gasped, moaned, bucked and squirmed beneath him as she came time and time again.

Then he felt himself reaching his end, he held onto her tighter, gripping her harder, he went deeper, grinding himself into her, she let out a scream as she came and he groaned loudly as his felt his seed flood into her, yet he didn't stop he kept going and going till her tightness milked him of each drop and he finally collapsed above her.

They laid there spent for what seemed like ages, till he rolled over her to her left cradling her in his arms, he whispered into her ear, "sleep slave now, we are both exhausted."

Carina feeling content and fulfilled closed her eyes and welcomed the warmth wrapping her fell asleep.

The early morning sounds brought carina awake, she opened her heavy eye lids, and she felt something warm in her back and slightly turned her head. It was the Emir! Flashes of images of the night before began exploding in her mind. Who was she last night? She thought. Slowly she started to move away from the arms wrapped around her yet they closed tighter.

Her heart leapt as she heard him say, "I did not give you your leave slave."

"Sorry master." was her reply.

Suddenly she felt a stronger heat pressing at her back, and his hand caressed her breast teasing her nipple gently while the second swept lower to caress her clit. She inhaled sharply as the feelings returned. Knowing he would take her once more.

"Yes slave I want you again, you are already wet." he said as two fingers probed into her folds.

She could not contain her moans as he stroked her and brought her to the edge once more, he kept stroking and probing till she climaxed in his arms. Then he turned her over laying her on her tummy, she felt him raise her hips till she was kneeling down and he came up behind her. 

"He needed her again" he wanted this beauty that had shown him so much content last night and he wanted her now. He rubbed his hard cock between her bottom cheeks and she squirmed. He leaned forward against her pressing it now at her entrance and asked "does my slave want her master?" Carina bit into the sheets, she wanted him badly, then she managed to whisper "yes master, yes"

Suddenly she felt him push into her, hard and strong. She screamed into the sheets muffling her cries of pleasure. Her hands gripping the sheets, her body trembling once again.

He could not hold his control with this slave, he just wanted to dive harder into her and so he did. Ramming, slamming, driving himself into her deeper faster, his sacks slapping against her clit, his hands holding her waist, he drove harder and faster beyond his belief. He felt her cum several times, for he was now slipping easily in and out of her, he was held tighter each time her climax neared, and that made him nearly cum, yet he braced himself, not stopping, he kept going and going till he couldn't no more. He awaited her to tighten around him then threw his head back and grunted loudly as he came within her, her release was instant she clenched then came, screaming louder in to the pillows. Slowly he eased himself from her and watched as their mixed juices dripped from her spent pussy down her thighs. She instantly fell down above the sheets, spent.




The Belly Dancer Slave



He fell beside her gathering her in his arms he whispered, "slave I don't think anyone shall be enjoying you in the near future."

Carina smiled and said, "as you wish master" and snuggled into his arms, knowing she was safe from any harm.