0 comments/ 10244 views/ 3 favorites The Search By: Kalypso “What a fine washday this has turned out to be! And lucky me, being able to lug this heavy load, in this wretched heat down to the river. Why did I have to offer to help Thalia? Because she has sprained her ankle and I being the idiot I am, sought to remove this burden from her so that she may rest.” Daphne spoke out loud without fear of anyone hearing her as she lumbered down the path that would lead her to the washing area at the river. “Why is it that I always choose the wrong times to be of help? This day is so unbelievably warm and washing these clothes will just make me warmer. What am I thinking? I will be in the water and that is sure to be cool and refreshing. Maybe I could even go for a swim when my chore is done. Ha, if only I knew how to swim.” Daphne placed the large basket of clothes on a rock by the river edge. A beautiful laurel tree stood by the bank of the river creating a shady area just near the cleared beach. She ran back to the keep quickly and grabbed a basket containing her lunch. She knew she would be at this task a while. Having retrieved her basket she set it beneath the laurel tree and spread a blanket for her to sit on after finishing her work. The tree provided the perfect place to lie after working hard and taking a refreshing dip in the river. She never learned to swim so she stayed by the rocks where she cleaned the clothes. A slightly deeper area nestled near the cleaning spot. There she felt safe from the danger of the river. She tucked her long red hair in a bun on top of her head. She tied up her dress so that her long legs could get wet but not her clothes. Daphne still debated on taking them off. Soaking in the water on this hot day would be lovely and safe. All the men had left the keep to attend a meeting in some town two day’s travel. They left yesterday. Last night, Thalia decided to make a joke and danced at the hearty laughter of her audience. It happened then. She twisted her ankle as her foot hit the step on the landing. “And here I am. Doing her chores. I really shouldn’t be complaining. I love the water and would not have found an excuse to come here today. So I suppose I should thank my friend.” Daphne thought as she worked the clothes clean. Water splashed up at her and she wiped her face dry. Almost done, she placed the last item in a basket on a rock. “I will be sure to thank her when I return after my lunch and soak.” “I shall thank her also.” “Who said that?” Daphne spun around, looking everywhere to find where the voice had come from and in doing so her hair fell free from her bun. There was no one there. Daphne stood with no fear, her red hair flowing down past her waist, curling at the ends. A crow sat on the branch of the laurel, the only creature around. She knew that could not be what had spoken. A man’s voice spoke to her. “Where are you? Show yourself” It spoke again, “You remind me of my very own first love. Her name the same as yours, Daphne, a nymph. Her hair, red like yours, seemed to glisten with all the colors of a sunrise, as does yours. Her eyes the color of smoky quartz twinkled when she laughed. And her laughter touched my soul.” “Who are you? Why are you telling me this? Please show yourself.” Daphne stood transfixed as a man appeared on her blanket in the place of the crow that had flown onto it. She didn’t even realize he knew her name so startled she felt. “I have shown myself to you. Are you frightened, my sweet?” ‘I’m not sure if I am frightened or just seeing things. My imagination tends to run away from me at times. I can’t figure out where you came from. So you could be real and then again, it is hot today.” She spoke to the gorgeous man before her. He stood slightly taller than her and she is tall. He moved toward her from the shade of the tree as if her gaze spoke for her, beckoning him closer for a better look. She gasped. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Golden blond hair, green eyes the color of emeralds and a lovely tan that looked like it didn’t stop at his shirt. His shirt, open to his waste, moved with the warm breeze that played with it. She could tell that his chest was magnificent. “I can only wonder how I could have created something so amazing.” He tossed his head back and laughed. The laughter, pleasing to her ears, relaxed her. “You, my lovely one, make me laugh. I have not done that in a long time. You have not created me. I am real and stand here before you.” Daphne looked at him tilting her head slightly from side to side. She still could not be sure this man was not of her imagination. He was too beautiful by far. His clothing was not what the men from here wore, his legs were covered with leather buckskins, his shirt was lighter than that made around here, so fine was the material. Her fingers itched to touch the magnificent material and skin for that matter. His skin gold as his hair looked smooth. Her hands rose slightly to touch him. I must gain control of myself. Here stands a man unlike any I have ever seen and he has told me that he is indeed a man. I should tell him to leave. Yes that is what I will do. “You, sir, should go. You can see that I am alone and it is not proper for you to be here with me. Please leave.” A feather dropped in front of her. She stooped to claim it. When she rose, he no longer stood before her. The crow flew from a branch on the laurel. “Well, I asked nicely, he must be a true gentleman.” She walked to the laurel and sat on her blanket in the same spot the man stood not moments before. Daphne ate part of her sandwich and some of her wine. She wanted to get into the water. Her blood boiled with the images of the golden man fresh in her mind. Feeling enough time had passed and truly she sat alone, she removed her clothes and placed them carefully on the blanket where they would not get wet. Walking quickly into the water, shock quickly changed to tranquility. Daphne leaned up against the large rock. “I have never been called a gentle man before, but I like how it sounds from you lips.” Daphne jumped startled by the voice, though now familiar and touching her heart, still sent shivers down her spine. She covered herself. “Why have you returned?” “You are a bold one. Naked as the day you were born, but ready to face me down. I was warm and sought to cool off in the river. I did not realize you were still here. I promise I would do nothing to harm you. I will be the gentle man you spoke of. I would like to be refreshed in the water, do you mind?” Do I mind? Wait, I shouldn’t. “If you were a gentleman you wouldn’t even ask to join a lady in such a position as I am in. Though I do admit it is a hot day and would be rude to send you away again. I will turn away as you get undressed. You stay over there. I stay here.” That should be safe enough. “I am not shy. But if you are more comfortable, you may turn away.” The splash made her turn. He rose out of the water and shook the water from his hair. His skin glistened with sparkling droplets of water. “You are daring my lovely. This water is very refreshing. You are lucky only I have come by today.” “The men from the keep are away. No one will bother me.” Oh, smart one Daphne, now he knows know one can come to your rescue. Maybe he is a gentleman. “Other than you.” “The water over here is nice, don’t you want to swim rather than sit in the rocky area there? I promise not to bother you.” “I wanted to swim but…I don’t even know your name.” “My name is Apollo. Will you now come and swim?” “Just because I know your name, doesn’t mean I know you.” “I have known you, my lovely. I knew you well when you lived as my very own Daphne. I will know you now. You are even more beautiful than she.” Interestingly enough, this man, Apollo, did not frighten her. She too felt like she knew him. Never had she felt so comfortable with a man. Maybe in a past life I knew him. I do believe in living again and again. I will ask him where he is from. I don’t want him to know I can’t swim. “I am from a land of remarkable beauty, a place you would fit in well my lovely.” Hmm, sounds nice. Why am I so drawn to this man? His looks are beyond comparison but he is still a man. I can’t control, ow, my chest. Daphne looked over her shoulder to see what had happened. At quick glance, she watched a young boy with a bow aimed at her. No arrow in the bow. It was in her heart. She looked down at the arrow made completely of gold. Her heart began racing. It dissolved right before her eyes. Her blood began to boil. She looked to the spot the young man had occupied. Though far away, she heard his words in her mind, “I did you wrong lifetimes ago. This is to make up for it. Apollo has loved you always. He has searched everywhere for you. You don’t know it but he is from your dreams. And he is real. He walked a long road to find you and find you he has at last. You are his reward. What I have done is only to help remind you of your love for him. Go to him. Be happy. Name your first child after me, Eros.” Laughing he turned away and disappeared into the woods. Eros? He is a god is he not? Oh my god. Then… “Yes, I am Apollo, referred to as the sun god. But truthfully I prefer to be known as the god of music, prophecy, medicine and poetry. Please do not fear me.” “I do not fear you. Though I believed you a man, not a god with power. Odd though it is, I am quite comfortable in your presence.” “You are unlike any woman I have met. You are bold and very feminine. My sister would adore you. Come my sweet, swim with me.” “I-I, please tell me what happened to your Daphne?” That should buy me time to get out of this situation. “You wish to know the story of my first love? Fine, I shall tell you. The story is a sad one. It is a tragedy really. It is also about you. I met my love just after I defeated the Python, an evil serpent that tried to kill my mother. Anyway feeling boastful and proud, I made a terrible mistake. I came upon my cousin’s youngest playing around with his bow and arrows. In truth he is older than I, though he looks like a boy. The temptation too great, I teased him. I called into question his ability to use his arrows, how could a mere childe be able to best the great god Apollo. I could shoot at any mark. I should have been more careful but I was cocky. I had defeated a serpent. I could take on a mere child. He is not really a child, he just appears that way.” As Apollo spoke, Daphne closed her eyes viewing the scene he described. Little did she know how accurate her interpretation of events played. She felt part of the scene. Shaking her head, she needed to bring herself back to the present. Daphne felt an amazing power blanket her. If she wasn’t careful his voice might pull her toward him, the strength of it made her want to be enveloped by him. She thought, “I can’t swim and here I am in the water with a dangerous creature.” Without skipping a beat, Apollo continued with his story. “Angered, he sought revenge on me. I never knew when it would happen, he vowed. I happened upon Daphne one day in a place very similar to this. I looked at her and immediately fell in love with her. Later my sister told me that Eros had struck me with a golden arrow, causing me to love this creature. I believe I loved her first. Eros struck her with a lead arrow. A lead arrow causes the victim to despise the thought of loving anyone.” “She despised me most of all. The more she protested the more I needed to reassure her of the purity of my love. Daphne carried beauty with her everywhere. To behold her face, well words cannot even describe. ‘Tis how I feel when I look at you.” Apollo grinned at her a radiant smile causing Daphne’s heart to skip a couple beats. “She had no interest in marriage. She sought to worship Artemis and stay a virgin forever. I wanted her. So great my hunger for her, I pursued her, consumed with love and lust. As I chased she ran. I pleaded with her. ‘I am not evil nor seek to terrorize you. It is for your love I follow at your heels. A glance from you, perhaps a kiss and I should die happy.’ At this she laughed, ‘You are a god Apollo, you can not die. Please pursue me not. I will not be with you.’ I ached with the need to be with her. No cure for this ailment attacking the god of medicine. My love propelled me toward her. She ran.” “I chased. I came upon her in a clearing by a river. The god and the virgin face to face, one filled with love and the other fear. She stood glaring at me. The chase had caused her hair to flow free around her and her clothes disheveled. No will, nor more strength to run, she called upon her father, the river god Peneus. "Help me, Father! Change my form for surely it shall change the feelings of this pursuer." Before my eyes, her limbs turned stiff and her body transformed into a tree, nothing of the woman remained except her beauty. Stunned and quickly feeling her loss, I embraced the tree, kissing it. The branches pulled away. I told her she did not take me as husband but she would be my tree. I gifted the tree with the ability to live forever young and thus the laurel tree remains green. I told her also that I would love her forever and I would find her again. Daphne, having chosen her fate, tilted her branches in acknowledgement.” “The irony of this situation-I, the god of prophecy, should have seen this coming. Had I been in my right mind, I would have thought to look to my future. I didn’t then. Though it is a lesson, I felt above the situation. Time sped by and the love I felt did not dissipate, it grew stronger. I sought the oracle at Delphi I created. The answer hit me in the chest, striking my heart yet again. She would live again. My love would exist far away, but she would live. I had another chance to make amends. I may even have a chance to win her love.” “I did fear that Eros would still hate me and continue his revenge. I went to him. We spoke of the event now ages in the past. He and I worked through our differences. I asked him if he knew where Daphne could be, did she live again? He told me then, ‘Daphne lives and grows beautiful, far more so than in her previous lives, enough to cause Hera and Aphrodite to be jealous. Go to her find her. She will accept you and not fear you. She, too, learned a lesson...living in fear is not living…living with love is a true adventure. This Daphne needs to be reminded of the lesson she learned. Be kind and gentle. Do not frighten her. She will come to you.” “I searched for what seemed another lifetime. Today is the most glorious day. I have found my Daphne again. I vow to you here and now…you have no need to fear me.” “As I said before, A-Apollo, I do not fear you.” “Why do you shiver then if not in fear?” “I am cold. The water is refreshing but here in the shade it is very cold.” “Come out here to the sunny part. I will be the gentle man you spoke of.” “You don’t understand, it is not you I fear. It is not even fear. I just don’t know how to swim.” Apollo laughed heartily. “My love you do humor me. I stand here reduced to feeling the emotions of a mortal man, afraid you will flee from me and you stand there not knowing how to come to me.” “I don’t really think this is anything to laugh at.” Daphne stood rising out of the water placing her hands on her full hips petulantly. “I do not know how to swim. That is not funny.” “My dear, maybe you should sit back down. I fear I will not be much of a gentle man with a view as delectable as this.” Daphne appalled, sank back into the water quickly. “You-you. Ahhh.” “Would you like to learn how to swim my dear? I am an excellent teacher, coach if you will.” Daphne debated this offer. This would not come again. She had no chance of having any of the other women teaching her, they did not know how. The men, they would take the opportunity to grope her and the lesson would be a very painful one for her. This she had to take. He seemed kind enough. She fixed a determined look on her face. “Yes, I would like to learn. And who better to teach me than a god who happens to be an excellent instructor?” Apollo chuckled at her remark and moved through the water to take her hand. “Come with me. I will hold on to you. You will be safe.” She hesitated. Daphne realized her nakedness and quickly covered herself. “Would you feel more comfortable putting on your dress? Though I have to admit, swimming in a long dress is cumbersome. Think about it.” “I have no need to think about it. I gave my consent and dressing will only prolong the activity. I am not ashamed to be naked before you. You promise to be a gentleman?” “My lady I promise to be the gentlest man you have ever met.” She smiled despite herself. Daphne reached out to Apollo’s hand. His grip strong and firm but tender. She instantly willed all her strength to maintain control of her emotions with this man, no, this god. “Here is a good place to learn. The current is not strong and you can stand up when you feel the need. Relax in my arms, I will hold you up until we teach you how to float.” Placing his arms under and across her chest as she leaned forward, Apollo felt stronger and more powerful than any god. The woman in his arms, the woman he had wanted to hold forever, with him at last. “Since you are a beginner, we’ll get to the stroke part of the lesson after. Try floating. My arms are here to support you if you need it.” Apollo, a god who never needed permission for anything he wanted to have, held himself in check. These human emotions griped him strongly threatening to pull him under like the river could do when it raged after a storm. Daphne’s prone figure lay across his arms for his taking. At this moment he took every inch of her in with his eyes. Later he would know all of her. “Put your arms out and alternating each one bring them over your head and pull yourself through the water. Like this.” He placed Daphne safely on her feet as he showed her how he wanted her to move her arms. “I think I can do this on my own. Please stay close though if I should need a support.” Daphne needed to get some distance from Apollo. The feelings he awakened in her made her feel close to drowning. The thought excited her when it should have scared her. She eased back into position and began to move her arms mimicking Apollo’s actions. “You my love are a natural. I wonder if you needed my help at all or if it was an excuse for me to hold you?” Daphne stopped swimming and turned to Apollo. “I truly did not know how to swim sir. It is not fair for you to tease me so.” “My love, I do tease but is without venom. I seek to know you and I lighten the mood with mild teasing. I apologize if I have done you wrong.” His remark innocent, she realized she over reacted. “You did no wrong. I am a bit unsure of myself with you. I reacted before thinking. It is a poor trait I carry.” “Nothing about you is poor. You are fairer than the moon at it’s fullest shining brightly over the ocean. Your words tickle my ears like the waves reaching out to the shore. Please reach out to me. I need you my Daphne. I need you so much.” Apollo opened his arms to her and his heart. Daphne hesitated then glided through the water to Apollo. She knew he had never uttered these words to anyone, least of all a mortal. No god would state such naked want. She knew from the moment he touched her, she belonged to him and always would. Would he be able to help her understand how to love? “I-I-I’m not what you may think. I am no wanton woman. I have had no men. Attacked numerous times, I stay far away from them. You are the first who I have allowed so close.” “I am honored my lady. I had no thought to you being anything other than mine.” His words knocked her breath right out from her chest, stopping her heart also. Daphne belonged to him, she wanted to know what that meant. The Search “Apollo, I have no idea what to say. I have so many thoughts running through my mind.” “I can feel the thoughts Daphne. I too share them. Come to me. I will be the gentle man you want and need. I will also be the god who worships you. We need no more words.” Daphne stood before Apollo. She raised her hand to his chest. His hand snaked around her waist and pulled her to him. Both hands plastered to his chest she remained still with shock. He caressed her back helping her to relax. His nakedness no longer unnerved her but aroused her. She pulled back slightly to gain her composure. “Are you sure you want to do this Daphne? Once we join together in more than heart, but also in soul, I will never let you go. I have to know you want this, you desire this.” “I more than want or desire this, Apollo, I have to, need to be with you feel you, all of you.” Daphne, breathless, pulled away from him as she said this to gage his reaction. “I want to be your woman, make me feel like one, worship me and I will worship you.” In a fluid movement he closed any distance between them and enveloped her in his arms. Her head tipped back to stare into his piercing green eyes, held captive by his gaze. He quickly brought his mouth down to cover hers. They kissed with urgent need and her desire to have him grew intense. The feelings made her uncertain but the need drove her forward. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back as he began his worship of her. Soon the sun god’s kisses moved down her neck causing her blood burn hot. Daphne’s legs grew weak, she felt him grow harder against her, amazed he could grow any bigger. His caresses continued their way down her body. His warm mouth covered her breast, his tongue teasing her nipple. He brought his head up to look into her breathtaking blue eyes, seeking approval. Greeted with a gaze of pure lust, he nodded to the blanket on the beach. She shook her head, wanting to remain here in the water. His hands touched her body everywhere and wanted more. Apollo cupped her buttocks and pulled her against him, slipping between her thighs. He moved back and forth taunting her, arousing her. The feeling of bare skin against bare skin in the water unleashed any fears she had. Daphne began her discovery of his body. Her hands slid up and down his back. Her nails lightly raking as she moved from shoulders on down. Her tongue licked his face. She kissed him gently on the lips while his fingers began to probe her. She bit his lip feeling his fingers move inside her. The water lapped against their skin triggered both to responded to uncontrollably. Apollo cupped her buttocks and lifted her in his arms. He guided his cock into her. He entered her deeply and quickly and the sound of her cries filled his mouth as his kissed her intensely. She held onto him as he pumped in and out of her. She didn’t know what to do, rapture took over. She kissed him everywhere she could reach, sucking on his ear, biting his neck, and pulling on his lip with her teeth. As they rocked together, their bodies made slow circles in the water. She came first. The sensation shaking her to her core, causing her fingers to dig deeply into his back. He felt her squeeze him tightly. He could withhold no longer and he came hard into her. He kissed her while she pulsated from his loving. Apollo looked into Daphne’s eyes. “I want to feel all of you. I also don’t want to hurt you anymore. I know this is your first time. Let me love you. Let me heal any pain you may be feeling right now.” She realized she still clung to him and relaxed her fingers. He held her tightly, kissing her passionately. Slowly, he carried her back to shore - his cock still inside her. She leaned her head against his chest. He tenderly laid her down on the blanket changing it as her skin touched into the softest silk she had ever felt. She wiggled her butt against the softness of the fabric. It caressed her where no one had ever seen let alone touch. Apollo’s hands on her knees roused her daydream. How could she have drifted off with a god at her feet? Her nipples hardened while she looked at her sun god. His hands moved up her thigh massaging her legs with oils that mysteriously appeared. As they moved closer to her core she breathed in deeply causing her breasts to rise. Apollo bent forward to taste her and nibble at one perky breast. His tongue engulfed one nipple, then the other, sucking them until they were wet as well as hard. She moaned with pleasure as Apollo cupped her butt then sliding his hand over her thigh, he slipped a finger into her. Wet and wanting more her hips rose slightly. He kisses trailed down over her flat stomach and he circled her belly button with his tongue. He moved lower kissing the insides of her thighs softly biting them then with his hand he parted her lips. His tongue began licking her warm and moist center. Ecstasy took her over. She moved as he sucked her, licking, teasing, tantalizing her with one finger inside her then two. In and out, soft and hard, fast and slow, all at once. Every part of her body vibrated. Sensation after sensation raising her to a height she had never reached. She quickly came with shuddering orgasm. Apollo continued to kiss her and put his tongue deep inside her feeling her pulsate against it. He kissed his way back up her body. His lips caressed Daphne’s and he lay next to her pulling her close to him. “I have experienced ambrosia, the drink of the gods. I have now drunk of you and ambrosia is nothing compared to the taste of Daphne.” The Search You wake up to find yourself lying on a rubber mat. As you come to, you realize two things – first, you're naked as the day you were born, and second, you're lying in what appears to be a cell of some sort. It is a well-lit room, about eight feet wide and about ten to twelve feet long. The mat that you are on is framed by a cement box, with what appear to be three pairs of loops on both sides of the box, embedded into the floor. There is a loop about a foot and a half from the head of the frame, one in the middle, and one near the foot of the frame. The one wall has a metal mesh window set in concrete block. In fact, the entire room is painted concrete block. There is a tile floor – tile like you would see on the floor of a sauna or of a locker room shower, very heavy-duty. As you roll over – uncomfortably, as the mat is not intended for extended sleep – you see that there is a metal sink and a toilet. The toilet is reinforced with a concrete "shell" that makes it look as though it is part of the floor. Right next to the toilet is a large metal door with a window about halfway up. The window is of pretty decent size, about a foot and a half wide by about two feet. Below the window are two openings – chutes that are obviously made to allow for handcuffing and shackling. What catches your eye is a metal box with a glass plate in the upper corner of the room, across from the toilet. Below it is a metal grate that looks like a speaker. You instantly realize you're being watched on this camera. A second later a face appears at the door window. The face, however, is hid by the visor of a helmet, almost like a motorcycle helmet. You hear a voice boom over the speaker: "Are you ready to comply to that search now?" the voice says. You vaguely remember hearing that voice before, but you don't know where from. You realize you're cold, tired, and have no clue as to why you are in the room you're in. "Wh-wh-wh-where am I?" you squeak out. The visored face pauses, apparently needing to hear what you said repeated to him. "You were brought in last night from a concert, as part of a disruptive crowd of people," you hear. "You refused to be searched for contraband, so you were placed in here until you decided to comply." "Muh-mu-muh-my clothes?" you stammer out. Another pause. "You didn't have much on when you were brought in," the voice says, with a note of sympathy – or was it amusement? "We had to remove what you did have on because of the tear gas." You suddenly realize that your eyes are burning a bit. "Should have gotten most of it off of you – the tear gas, I mean." Another pause. "Are you ready to comply to that search now?" You don't remember anything about last night. You don't remember a crowd, about refusing anything. You just know that you're cold, scared and huddled in a very hard and strange cell. You don't say anything for a few beats. "Fine, then you can just stay in there until you do agree to comply," the voice says, and the visored person walks off. "Wait!" you nearly scream, but it comes out as a squeak. The visored person stops, turns toward you. "Yes, yes, I'll agree to the search, anything, anything to get my clothes back…" The visor looks down for a second. "Come over to the door." You do so. "Turn around and face the back of the room, with your hands behind you. Don't move." You do this, and you hear the upper chute opening. You turn your head, only to hear "DON'T MOVE" said to you sternly. You freeze and close your eyes. Your eyes have stopped tearing. You don't recall anything about last night at all… A pair of handcuffs is placed on you, and you hear them click shut, and then a further click as they are locked, one manacle at a time. Then, you feel tension on the cuffs. "Kneel down on the floor." You do so, awkwardly, as you feel your arms being pulled above and behind you from the tension on the cuffs. The lower chute is opened, and a pair of shackles is placed on your ankles, one leg at a time. Quickly the cuffs snap shut, and the click tells you that they have been locked as well. The tension on the cuffs is released. "Get up and move to the mat, kneeling down facing the wall away from the door." You do so, somewhat uncertain as to what will happen next. Out of the corner of your eye you see the chutes being closed, and then you hear and see the center mechanism move – and the door opens. In walks what appears to be a man behind a padded suit, wearing a visored storm-trooper-like helmet. He has on rubber gloves and what appears to be a mostly armored suit. He quickly goes to your arms and pulls them back, giving you a sudden pain in your shoulder muscles. "Now, if you have any ideas about not complying while we do this search," the voice says from behind the visor, "you'll find yourself in this position. Understood?" You nod vigorously, and he lets your arms fall back to a more comfortable position. "Remain still." The trooper begins to run his fingers through your hair – looking for anything that might be there. He runs his fingers over your entire head – you realize that your earrings aren't there, oh God, those were my good earrings too – and then you find his latex-covered fingers prying your mouth open. The fingers run along the sides of your teeth, lifting your tongue unwillingly. After they are removed you involuntarily spit – he has made sure to get out of your way from that. He remains silent as he takes his hands and lifts both of your breasts, feeling the underside for anything that may have been there. A hand on both sides pats down your front and back, to just above your buttocks and just above your pubic area. "Bend over please," the visor says to you. You do this; suddenly realizing what he intends to do. You let out a bit of a squeak when two fingers pry open your anal opening, fingering inside, apparently looking for something. You suddenly realize that he is pressing deliberately in a circle around your anus – is he trying to turn me on? Just as quickly, the fingers slide out of you, and the visored one gets up for a second. You hear a distinct snap and you wince, imagining you are about to be whipped or some such thing. You hear a chuckle. "Relax, only changing gloves," the voice says. Something about that voice. Something familiar… The hand comes back and feels around your legs and thighs, and even down to your toes – searching between your toes, sheesh! What do they think I'd be hiding down there, athlete's foot? Then, with a smooth motion up your leg, the knees of the searcher plant themselves behind you, forcing your legs to spread wide. You feel the finger run across your exposed labia. Your hands, planted behind you, are digging into the thigh of your searcher. The finger gently splays your labia to one side, and another hand comes forward and presses itself into your vaginal opening. Your hands are pinned to your side by his knee, and his fingers dive into you, almost prying you apart. You start to yell when you realize that your searcher is whispering in your ear. "Relax, My Sweet," you hear Him say. Suddenly your hands fall back from your side, and the fingers make a distinct rubbing motion in and out of your pussy. You feel your hands against a crotch – a very male, very hard crotch. The hand that held your labia apart reaches up by your face – no, His face – and removes the visored helmet from your searcher's head. You look – no, it can't be… Your Master. He smiles and kisses you softly on the cheek, fingering you as you nearly collapse against His body armor. "You appear to be all right, My Sweet," He says to you. "It was a good thing I managed to get you separated from that rowdy crowd last night." You suddenly remember being at a concert festival when a fight apparently broke out around you. You remember being maced, passing out… "I saw you were in the middle of the melee and had you segregated from the others, My Sweet," He continues, fingering you and holding you softly. "I knew you wouldn't be trouble, so I took care of your arrangements myself." You have a million questions at this point, but the only thing you can concentrate on is the feel of His fingers pulsing in and out of your wet pussy. You moan softly… "Ohhhhh MiLord thank You for Your concern of this one…" A hand rises up – a bare hand, you notice now – and begins to play with your nipples as His fingers continue to pound in and out of you relentlessly. You gasp after a while as a shattering orgasm fills you, then slowly subsides. You feel a soft kiss on your cheek, then suddenly you are pressed forward. "Well, you're clean, apparently, but I think you were a bit too resistive to complete that body cavity search appropriately." Suddenly, you feel a separate handcuff on your wrist, then the other cuff quickly released – then your hands pulled from you as you are turned around onto your back. One cuff is locked to the loops you saw embedded in the concrete on your left side, then on your right side with the other. "There, you won't be going anywhere for a while," He says to you. You look up at your Master, in his full trooper outfit. "I'll be back with the rest of your restraints," He tells you. You whimper and beg Him not to go. "Not to worry, My Sweet, I'll be right back." He walks out of the room, and the door closes behind Him with a metallic thud. It seems an eternity until you hear the lock open, but you hear it, and He appears to you again. This time, your Master isn't wearing the heavy armor. Instead, He has on what appears to be a uniform – white buttoned shirt, gray slacks and black athletic shoes. "That SRT uniform can be too bulky for me," He says to you as He places several items at the side of the bed. You strain to see them, but can't quite make them out. He moves to your feet. "Lay still, My Sweet – this goes much easier if you're not thrashing around." You lay your legs out, and feel a second manacle lock down on both ankles. You then hear a click-clank sound, and then you realize that the other shackles have been removed. You are now locked in a four-point restraint, with each limb shackled or cuffed to one of the loops on the bed. He then tosses the shackles to the door – which, interestingly enough, is partially closed – and pulls out a padded Velcro strap. He places the pad down at about your midriff, and loops the straps through both sides of the middle loops on the bed. "Now, take a deep breath for me," He tells you. "Let it out slowly." As you let it out, He compresses the Velcro together, tightening the restraint across your midsection. He looks down at you. "Is that okay?" You test it, and though it's tight, you can still breathe – you nod, yes. "Good. Now, let's have a look-see. My boss doesn't believe that I searched your crevasses completely." A latex-gloved hand goes to your pubic area, and this time both hands pry open your labia lips. A sharp pain from the rough treatment of your pussy is replaced by warm, feeling fingers that pry into and press around your vaginal walls. A thumb idly brushes against your clitoris as the fingers prod and poke into your pussy, and you involuntarily convulse at the touch. "Oh my, you're making a mess. Let's see if we can't clean that up." You look down and see your Master lapping at your pussy, His fingers splaying you open and His tongue eagerly lapping up your juices. The whole view sends you over the edge, and you cum violently, shuddering through waves of orgasms as His tongue laps away at you. A few minutes pass by – you feel like you're almost floating over the bed. All you can feel is your Master's tongue lapping away at your hungry, wanting pussy. When finally you get a breath again, you hear yourself saying, "Please, Master, feed your servant's pussy your wonderful cock… I need to be filled with your cock, MiLord… please, I beg of you…" He sits up from his eager lapping and looks at you for a second. "I've never heard you ask Me like that before, My Sweet," He says. "Are you sure that is what you want?" "Yes, MiLord, I live only to please you, to serve you and your wonderful cock, please, Master, fill me…" He undoes His pants in front of you, slides them down with His shorts and reveals His penis to you. Kneeling between your bound legs, He rubs His cock along the edges of your swollen pussy lips. You press forward, trying to force yourself onto His cock. He pulls back, teasing you for a moment. Then, when you lunge again, He swiftly enters you. You begin to fuck furiously, looking up at Him as he thrusts harder and deeper into you. He leans back, sliding His knees behind your thighs and lifting you up so His cock angles against your G-spot. The two of you thrust against each other, your motions intensified by your bonds and by His constant assault on your pussy. You seem to go in and out of consciousness, feeling wave after wave of orgasm fill you as His cock presses you to a long, sustained orgasm. His free hand fingers your clit as He pounds you with His cock. You suddenly convulse, and all you hear is the sustained smack smack smack of His balls and body pounding against yours. Then, suddenly, you hear a scream – and it's not your voice, but His, as He lets go of His own climax. The familiar warm spurt of cum shoots inside your pussy walls, and you instinctively clamp down, letting your Master's seed fill your hungry pussy. Your orgasm peaks, each grunt of your Master tweaking it just a bit, then softly subsiding as He relaxes. He is careful not to fall forward onto you, but gently props himself on His arm next to you. He looks into your eyes, and kisses you deeply. "You are truly mine, My Sweet," He says to you. "Thank you, MiLord," you say back to Him. "Without you I may not have continued to live." He smiles and continues to kiss you. A minute passes, and then He rises up and puts His shorts and pants back on. "I think you'll be free to go, miluv," He says to you. You turn your head to one side – you've never heard Him call you that before. "That's My private name for you, miluv. Only you and I shall share it. The least I can do." He rises and goes to walk out. "Oh, except for this." He goes to the door, opens it, and pulls out a bag. He shows you the contents – your clothing. "We had it washed. Should have all that nasty OC spray out of it by now." He places it down by the sink, and then kneels down beside you. "I care so much for you, My Sweet," He says to you. He leans forward and kisses you on the lips. Then, methodically, He undoes each one of your shackles, lovingly rubbing and kissing each limb where the metal was constraining the skin. You sit up, and He hands you your clothes. "Get dressed, and I'll get you a ride home." You nod and smile. "Thank you, Master," you say genuinely. "Your welcome, miluv." You get your clothes on, freshly laundered and warm. You notice in the bottom of the bag is an envelope. Inside the envelope are your earrings, and a simple chain necklace with a tag. The tag simply has your Master's initial on it – your collar. You smile, and proudly put it around your neck. You get up just in time to see the door open for you. Your Master escorts you out the door, with you at His arm. The Search You drive home from a long, hard day at work and pull into the garage. Parking your truck, you notice that there is a note stuck to the door leading into the house. You get out of your truck, gather all your stuff from work and close the garage door. You take a hold of the note stuck to the door as you enter into the house. "I'm in the kitchen," is written ever so neatly on the notepaper. You ask yourself why I would need to write it down for you, but passed it off as me trying to be cute so you didn't have to go around looking for me through the new house. You drop your work clothes in the laundry room as you make your way towards the kitchen. The smell of chocolate enters your nostrils in the hallway, but keeps getting stringer as you get closer to the kitchen. You turn the corner and lean on the wall and search the room, but I am nowhere to be found. The only thing in the room is an ice-cold bottle of beer on the kitchen counter with another note next to it. You grab the beer and take a swig from it, now looking around for the chocolate, but not finding any in the kitchen. "I'm in the living room," says this note. You kick off your boots, leaving them in the kitchen as you head to the living room to find me, wondering what exactly is going on. Walking towards the living room, you pass through the dining room and notice my blouse lying on the table in a heap. You finally get to the living room and I'm once again, not there. There is a note stuck on the TV and my skirt lying on the arm of the sofa. "I'm in the office," says the new note. You walk out of the room and head towards the stairs. On the banister of the stairs, you notice my black, lacy thong just simply hanging there. You grab it and can already smell my sweet scent on them and take them with you, flinging them around on your finger. A few stairs up, you notice a white plate with letters on it. The closer you get, you notice what it actually is. It is a plate of chocolate, but the chocolate is in the shape of letters to spell out another note for you: "I WANT YOU" says the message with a chocolate dipped strawberry at the bottom. You grab the strawberry and eat it, throwing the stem back onto the plate as you head up the rest of the stairs in the search for me. You reach the landing on the upstairs foyer and look to the right and head towards the office. My black bra is hanging on the doorknob. You grab the knob with one hand and turn it, while your other hand it grabbing the growing member inside your boxers. You expect to find me in there naked on the leather office chair, too bad though, that where we ended up last night. I wouldn't want to repeat anything just yet in the new house. There is another note on the computer screen, "I'm in the guest bathroom." You head out of the office and towards the bathroom, flicking the light switch on, but I am not in this room either. The only thing you find is a bottle of lube sitting on the counter with yet another note sitting next to it. "I am back where you left me this morning," said the note, "don't forget to bring this necessity." You grab the bottle and head to our bedroom. You quietly open the door and peek in. "Babe? You in here?" you call out. You open the door the rest of the way and scan the room. There I am, lying on the bed. I'm leaning back on the pillows with my legs spread apart. My one hand is playing with my breasts, alternating from one to the other while my other one is playing between my legs. You hear a humming noise, but you can't see exactly what it could be. You step a little further into the room, making sure to keep quiet so I would keep on this private show for you. I keep pushing my 6-inch vibrator in and out of my pussy, moaning louder the faster I go. Your erection grows in your pants as you keep watching me; you reach down and start rubbing it through your pants. I throw my head back against the pillows as I run the vibrator in and out of me, going so fast it is a blur to you. I thrust my hips up in the air and my body starts to shake as I reach orgasm with my little toy. I keep shaking and rocking my hips until my orgasm subsides a few moments later. You moan loudly as I pull the vibrator out of my wet pussy and see all the juice rush out onto the sheets. I look over at you and smile, asking you how long you've been watching because I didn't hear you come in. I apologize for not waiting for you, but tell you that I have a bunch more in me if you want them. I crawl over to the edge of the bed as you come towards me. I reach out and grab for your shirt, pulling it up over your head. I start undoing your belt buckle and pants at the same time, only to slide them off onto the floor. Your cock stands up, pointing at me through your boxers. I cup my DD breasts in my hands and place your cock between them as I start to rub them up and down your shaft. You grab my hair and look down at me and tell me that it feels incredible. I keep it up for a few moments more and then take your boxers off with one quick tug. You do this little sexy strut around the side of the bed and then jump on top of the mattress. I giggle as your balls start swaying in my face, cock in hand demanding some attention. You tell me to lie back, so I lay back down against the pillows as you scoot up between my legs and start to tease my clit with the head of your dick. I start moaning softly and telling you how bad I want you to slide into me. A few more teasing rubs up and down my pussy, you slide it in, balls deep, feeling my pussy hugging your hard cock for a few moments. You start sliding in and out of me, kissing my mouth and biting my nipples all in turn. I start moaning louder the faster you go and you start getting into it even more. After a few minutes, I warn you that I'm ready to cum. You tell me to let it go and I start pushing up against you faster as you slide into me harder. My hips start bucking up against you and my pussy clamps down on your dick, squeezing it while I tremble in your arms. When I settle down, I roll you over and climb up on top of you and take your cock all the way into me. I start riding you slowly, rolling my hips and letting your cock hit every part of me. You start moaning, I lean forward and tell you that you cant cum yet because I want it somewhere else. This peaks your interest and you tell me to get ready for wherever I may want it because it's going to come fast if we keep this up. I climb off of your cock, but still stay on you. I grab for the lube and squirt some out onto my hands and rub them all around your cock, making sure to get every inch of you covered in the slimy goodness. I get off of you and back on all fours in front of you, my ass in your view. You know that I love it doggy style, but as soon as you get up to put it in me, I turn around and tell you that I did not lube you up for that. You get this goofy grin on your face and put the head of your cock at my asshole. Slowly, you start to push into me and I push back on you. Once your head pops in, you stop to let me adjust and I push back all the way onto you until your balls slap my pussy lips. You start pistoning yourself in and out of me, grabbing my hair and slapping my ass. You get a shock when I slide my vibrator into my pussy and turn it on high while you are rocketing in and out of my asshole. This makes your cock grow a little more. You grab a fist full of my hair and my ass with your other hand and start shooting your load into my ass. Spurt after spurt, you empty yourself into me, thrusting one last time to give it all to me. You pull out and grab the wet, soapy washcloth I had sitting next to the bed to wipe you off. I lie down on the bed and look at you and your cock as it becomes soft. You look at me and tell me that we're going at it again later, once you get your bearings. I smile and tell you that you can have it anytime. The Search Prologue -- 1993 The bubbly blond swayed her wide hips to the beat. It was the last week of her senior year, and likely the last party before college. As the thumping bass line penetrated into her soul, she closed her baby blue eyes and smiled broadly. Whenever the dance music played on the boom box, she always felt so free, so at peace with herself. In the tiny Ohio suburb, she was able to enjoy a private but very social life for her first 18 years. Her parents were very well off. Her father worked for the government and her mother was a very successful lawyer, which lead her to spend many nights on the weekend either in her larger-than-average house or with friends at raucous parties. Tonight was one of those occasions. She had gone to one of her friend's houses in the promise of a large end-of-the-year party, which certainly did not disappoint. With the music, the friends, and the laughter, she felt so... alive! While she shook her hair all about her gorgeous 18 year old face, she couldn't help but feel the stares of her classmates on her. Granted, her 36F cups had the nasty habit of bouncing and jiggling all over whenever she really had to move to the beat. I mean, sure they hurt when they bounced too hard, but the music just made her feel so empowered! When not pulled up into scrunchied pigtails, her hair travelled down to her mid-back, which could be a pain to wash and comb, but was so worth it. Her thick pouty lips and her overdeveloped natural breasts didn't do anything to help the fact that she was in fact a smart woman, but at least on the weekends, she always felt like she could just let go and allow the music to take her wherever it liked. Sure she was blessed with good looks that any other woman would kill for, but sometimes the looks came at the price of respect. She was a B student, which was a lot better than most of her friends on the cheerleading team, so she thought that she was doing very well for herself. However, her parents never seemed to be impressed. Always busy and on the move, they took notice of their daughter but never seemed proud. Neither of her parents knew where she got her... assets... but tried to ignore them as best they could. During an average day, she would try to cover them up with baggy t-shirts and tried to hide her lower curves with loose-fitting jeans, but when the weekends came around, she always reached into the back of her closet and pulled out skimpy tops and tight pants. This night was like all others. Her friends and classmates would gawk as she grinded to the beat, a few would join, and maybe a brave soul would venture an attempt to peel her away from the music for something more... private. She wasn't that easy, but on occasion, if caught at the right time, she would allow herself to be pulled away for a quick private session. No matter what her teachers said about her grades, her studies could never add up to the way that she could handle a man. Whether it was in a dark bedroom or something more daring like in the town park at night, she always had just the right trick to pleasure each man and make him feel like she was only doing it for him. This happened to be one of those nights when she accepted the offer of a particularly good looking young stud and made her way up the carpeted stairs and into a bedroom. Clothes were quickly peeled off, and the young bimbo quickly got to work on her man. After what seemed like hours of pure lustful and likely drunken ecstasy, release finally came, and the two clothed and made their way back downstairs. The music was still thumping loudly, and she made her way to the kitchen to pour herself another drink. Rather than quickly down it and head back out to the dance floor, she pushed her way through the crowd and into a living room chair. She lightly slipped at her drink and admired the other good looking guys around the room. After a few minutes of just people watching, a violent knock came from the front door. Eyes went wide as heads turned to the party's host. The host shrugged, and a panicked yell came from one of the guys. "COPS!!!" Almost instantaneously, the front door was kicked open, and two men in black suits began to survey the area. The blond made her way to the back door in the kitchen with the rest of the crowd. With the rest of her drink spilling down her shirt, her large breasts were soaked, which led to even more discomfort for her. She tried to push her way out the door, but the frenzy of high school kids afraid to get busted with alcohol and no supervision led to a jammed lane. Kids pushed and pulled, attempting to fit through the door frame to no avail. The suited agents were clearly no police officers, and didn't seem to even notice the prevalent alcohol. They surveyed the kitchen and finally pinpointed their target. The blond haired girl looked back and let out a startled scream as the two agents wrapped their large hands around her shoulders. They violently tugged her out of the scrum, and despite her struggles, the agents pushed her out the front door and into the back of their unmarked van. One of the suits talked into his lapel, "Demo Man, this is C-Four. Eve has been secured. We are oscar mike to Eden." The back doors of the van slammed shut on the blond, leaving her totally in the dark. The back of the van was completely enclosed; she couldn't even see the agents to get a read on who they are or what agency they were from. Alone in the darkness, fear overcame the girl. Tears began streaming down her cheeks as she was led away to an unknown location. She pounded on the walls, tried to open the back doors, screamed at the top of her lungs, but there was no escape in sight. After a drive that seemed like hours, the van slowly came to a stop and was shut off. As the doors opened, she attempted to slink her way away from the agents, but once more, she felt the powerful hands wrap themselves around her arms. Adjusting to the artificial light of the parking lot at night, she tried to get a good look at the place she was being led into. Upon first look, the building seemed to be magnificent and surely something that she'd want to see under less dire circumstances. Instead, she began to kick and tried to fight out of her situation, but that just led to the agents' grips tightening down on her arms. Resigned to her fate with tears still flowing, she looked back up at the building, noticing the stone architecture and large stained glass windows... she was being led into a church, it seemed. Rather than going up the front steps and into the church area, the agents led her around to the back of the church, and through a set of metal double doors. Once inside the vestibule, a large blast door was opened. The agents led her through the door, and she heard as it closed and sealed behind her. Lights were attached to the walls in a quaint, carpeted hallway. From her father's work, the girl could tell that this was something from the government. Every so often they would pass a door, but before she could get a good look, she was shoved further, down twisting hallways until they finally came to a stop at a rusty metal door. One of the agents knocked twice on the door, which sent a keyboard out from inside the door. The agent quickly typed something into the keyboard, which released the airtight seal on the room and opened the door. The girl was pushed inside to notice that this was a clean room. The agents force-scrubbed the girl's hands and arms, then put her into a clean suit. Once she was totally zipped up, she was pushed into the next room by the agents, who quickly closed the door and watched from the transparent glass walls. Looking around the dimly lit room, the girl could only see one person, sitting without a clean suit at a table. She made her way over to the table and saw a woman in her mid-40s with average looks and a very harsh-looking face. "Who are you? Why did you bring me here? Why am I in this stupid suit???" The woman moved a hand to her lips, and the girl quieted as if by instinct. "Please sit." The girl sat down in the free chair as the woman got up and began to examine her. "My name is Marsha Pennington. I was hired by your father to make sure that you get into no more trouble over your formative years. You see, despite your parents lack of concern about your personal conduct, he seems to think quite highly of you. Therefore, we've decided to monitor your behavior a little more closely, and I must admit that I am not pleased... therefore, I think that we need to fix that promiscuous attitude of yours." Wide-eyed and frightened, the girl could only listen as Pennington continued. "Your parents know exactly where you are and are not expecting you to be back any time soon. Your college education begins now, and you have absolutely no say in the matter. You see, as a perk to government employees, federal dollars will be paying for your re-education. And don't try to say that you're such a smart girl that you don't need to have more schooling. We've seen EVERYTHING about your life, and we are absolutely not pleased. "You will be escorted to your new higher learning center at 0600 hours, or 6 o'clock AM in teenager time. You will get up or we will get you up. You will get on the plane or we will force you on the plane. You will have no information regarding where you are going, and you will not be able to escape. If you even so much as try, you will be found, and you will be put into solitary confinement, and then make up the lost time at the end of your reeducation. "And as for the clean suit, we do not know what kind of bacteria, germs, or infections you may have, but it seems that you definitely have a strain of something that has made your features to drastically overdevelop, and I assured your parents that we would certainly fix that during your time in our facilities. Until we can determine that you are clean and until we can rid you of whatever horrific genetic mutation you may have, you will remain in the clean suit. Welcome to the beginning of your reeducation. I have answered all of your questions, so now I will leave you." The young, busty blond screamed out of fear and frustration from her suit as the woman's heels clacked on the concrete floor. She knocked twice on the door, where the agents let her into the clean room. The three scrubbed their hands and arms, then left. Cold and alone and in the clean suit, the girl just sat back and tried to observe the rest of her surroundings. A lumpy cot like you would find in a prison cell was in a corner. A loud crack came seemingly from out of nowhere, and the room was suddenly flooded with darkness. The girl felt her way to the cot and tried her best to ease into it. This was definitely not good... her parents had planned this all along... her friends, her graduation... her music! All were gone, to be replaced with the unknown. In the wee hours of the night, a shrill scream pierced the quiet air around the suburban church. The Search The feelings of attraction and repulsion swirled through me. Hate, too. Hating her for abandoning me and hating myself for being there. But, there I was, in a seedy East California topless bar in the middle of a weekday, just me, the bartender, and this washed-up, saggy-breasted, overly-made-up, thickly-eyelashed, half-stoned dancer. Her name was Mona, and she was my mother. I found out about her existence upon my father's death a year ago. I had always been told she died in child-birth, but in settled his affairs, I found pictures, cancelled checks, and an address. Now, at 24, full of self-loathing and self-pity, I had journeyed here, and seeing her for the first time, I wondered why I had come. Soon after Dad died, I began having dreams about her. Not pleasant dreams, sexual ones. In them, she came on to me, seduced me, and at the end I was frustrated for not being able to come, and she had mocked me, saying I wasn't a man. I would awaken angry and scared in a pool of sweat, still aroused. My real sexual relationships began to suffer. I couldn't focus on my partner, always envisioning Mona. I would wind up alone, in the bathroom, bringing myself to completion. So, I decided to confront my fears and anger, and took the trip. And I was both sorry and excited that I had. "What's your name, Honey," Mona asked as she slid around the pole, trying so hard to look sexy at 42 when most dancers are half her age. "Paul" I replied raspily, through dry lips as I gulped my beer. "I'm Mona. They say I moan a lot! I don't know, do you think I'm a Moaner, Baby?" She slinked her way off the small platform when she saw me peel a bill off my wad, and moved her body close to me, and her eyes flashed when she saw it was a five. Singles were probably more common and she knew she had a mark. I tried to be cool, and replied, "I bet you can moan real fine," as I held the bill up and she smiled and worked her body to within inches of mine, giving me her scent and allowing me to slip the bill in her g-string. My fingers seemed to burn as they brushed her flesh, sliding the bill in snugly, and she looked down at me through sleepy eyes. "I bet you can make a woman moan real good, right, Baby?" Acting the stud she expected, I said, "I don't get any complaints, Mona." She bent, her big breasts dangling before me, and whispered, "Maybe, you'd like a private dance?" "I don't know, what does that get me?" "Hmmm, you and me, in a special room. Manager gets $50, and the rest is between us, Sexy" I looked around, the place was empty. "They don't mind that there's no dancer?" She swirled above me, moving her tits into my face, teasing me, brushing her nipple across my lips but pulling away before I could get to it. "My alternate just came in. She comes on in five, baby. I'll take real good care of you, I promise." Her pefume was overwhelming, and my erection was painful. But, I had come all this distance. She backed off, spinning around, trying to make me think she could withhold her charms, but it was obvious, she wasn't making any money in this dive, and probably hadn't done a private dance for big bucks in a while. When I held another five, she came slinking back. "Any decision, Honey?" she asked, as I slid the bill next to my last. "How do we do this?" "Fifty for Billy, then when I get off, go to the men's room..." "The men's room?" "There's another room. I'll met you." I slid the fifty to Moan and waited. Her replacement was about thirty and skinny, and I thought she was both prettier and uglier than Mona. When Mona disappeared, I followed instruction and just after the men's room a door opened. "In here, Baby." It wasn't much more than a store room with a mattress on the floor and chairs. I looked around to be sure we were alone as she turned on a small boom box with slow sensual music. "So, Baby, you a cop? I gotta ask, so you can't entrap me." I told her, no. "Well, what brings you here?" I told her I worked for an insurance company. I was looking for someone who I believed lived in this town, but they moved on, so I was enjoying the day before following. "Oh, okay, Baby, so..." dropping her robe, standing in bra and g-string, "What can Mama do for you today?" She began swaying seductively to the music and I was startled by her use of Mama. "I...I don't know how this works." She moved real close to me. I was 3 inches taller and she draped her arms around my neck, brushing her body against mine. "Well, I'm your private dancer. And I work for tips. Just like you tipped me out there, the more you tip the better I... dance! Hahaha! Hmmmm." Her lips were so close. "Do you like the way I dance, Baby?" I nodded and tried to say yes, but my cock was hard and angry and in need of relief. "Then, you just have to show me, Honey." Her lips brushed mine and she ground her hips against me. Light-headed and feverish, I pulled out my money and dug out a $100. "Will this do?" I could tell by those eyes that she hadn't seen a C-note in a long time. "Ooooh, Baby, Mona will take good care of you-u-u-u!" She snatched the bill and stashed it I don't know where. Her arms pulled my head down to her and her tongue seared through my lips. The taste was bitter and abrupt, but exciting. Her fingers ran down my chest, tweaking my nipples as she gasped into my mouth, over-doing her own excitement. "Oh, Baby, you're making me so hot!" I reached up and felt her nipple and twisted it. She yelped. "Oooh, not so hard, Honey! Hmmmm, Are you hard, baby?" I felt her hand on my cock, squeezing and stroking it, and knowing my mother held my cock was gross and hot. She tugged at it, hungrily, biting my lip. "Ooooh, baby, you're a big one! Let's see what you got there." I have been with professionals before but no one had my cock out faster than Mona, stroking it as she slid to her knees. "Oooh, Baby, so hard and big! It's my lucky day! Ummmm!" Her lips encircled my crown and her tongue swirled. I leaned back to watch and seeing her looking up at me while sucking my cock was just like the dreams. Her, hungry for my approval, working my cock rapidly, and me, hungry to come, to finally get past this, to move on. The slurping sound and her constant moans were more exciting than I could have imagined, because as she began to really get into it, my body shook and my cock erupted. I grabbed Mona's head and pulled it off me, just as my thick stream of sperm flew, splashing her eye and cheek. She gasped for air and giggled as my second shot hit her hair and chest, and she was jerking my cock, coaxing more from me, and I was strangely calm. "Oh, Baby! Ooooh, you came so much! Ooh!" I released her head and she dove back on me, cleaning me, wiping her face with my cum. I sat back, panting as she crawled back up my body. "Oh, Baby, so much cum! You must've really wanted that, huh, baby?" She didn't know how much. I had been able to get past the image of her, the shame and desire. Well, the shame part, but I still felt an odd desire for more. "Oooh, baby, that was wonderful! Hmmm, I bet that little girl you got back home stays smilin' all the time, right? Listen, I'm sorry, Baby, I wish I could stay but, management... Anyway, I got to get back to work, Honey." She was putting her robe on as I tucked my cock back in, and prepared to leave. "Thanks, Mona. That was one hell of a blowjob." She winked at me. "Baby, how come the nice ones are always just passin' through? Maybe I'll see you on your way back home." She held the door for me, and I was gone, hoping to find normalcy.