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Sharon's Weekend Job
(MF oral bd drugs)
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5 � 2013 Rhys Lysander For Sharon, the extravagant dinner with Gordon was more of a one off. More often than not Sharon found herself dressed for fantasy, arriving separately and without a crowd, dinner, or a reception. On one memorable occasion she had dressed in the classic Leia slave-girl outfit. Even someone who was not a fan of the movies would have recognized the outfit once she donned it. Of course, the red hair was out of character, but Tony had not seemed to mind, let alone notice, as he pounded the slave-girl into the deep furs covering the floor of the suite. His pure enjoyment of the setting and her attire fed her ego, and her sex drive, more than enough to get her off in time with him. Besides, the metal bikini top was damn sexy if she did say so herself. On another occasion the set up had been much more complex... It was a Saturday evening, just after sunset, when she stepped into the waiting car. By request, she had straightened her normally somewhat curly hair, and had it pulled back into a long pony tail. Some hair extensions helped with the look. Opening the bag waiting on the rear seat beside her she found a pair of mid calf leather boots, a pair of very short khaki shorts, a black web belt, a khaki backpack, two holsters with straps labeled for her 'right and left thighs,' two solid plastic (and fake) HK semi-automatic pistols, and a way to small teal sports bra. When she saw the top she laughed aloud�she'd never envisioned herself playing Lara Croft. 'Lara' was fully dressed when the car stopped. She exited and made her way to the faintly lit doorway and down the stairs concealed beyond. The stairwell was lit by candles spaced every few feet, and was warm and humid. She boots were nearly silent as she descended into the darkness of the basement. Arriving on the last stair, she paused to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. The basement had been transformed into an ancient chamber. No doubt a treasure, hinted at in the dossier, was hidden within. Sculptures and intricate relief carvings lined the walls. Torches were well placed to fully illuminate the room. Lara pulled her pistols and slowly crept around the room to examine everything. When she finished some twenty minutes later there were two things that caught her attention and were worthy of more study. First was the altar at the far side of the room, opposite the entrance. When she had knelt beside it she noticed there were odd depressions not only in the top of the altar, but in the floor at its base. The altar was lower than she expected, but yet too high to be used if she was kneeling. Second was a sort of totem pole. It was not free standing, but a column that seemed to be part of the wall itself, with half of it exposed and the other half behind the wall. Four feet off the floor were a pair of carvings that looked to be hand holds. The column was intricately carved with nude figures of both men and women. A life size male figure with an impressive cock was centered between the hand hold carvings. It seemed rather obvious what she was supposed to do. Seeing no threats, she holstered her HKs and approached the column. Lara reached to the right and left and ran her hands over the carvings. Unlike the column, which had the texture of stone, the hand hold carvings felt like hardwood and were very, very smooth. She enjoyed the tactile sensation of running her hands over them. Touching both of them her face was not even an inch from the heavy prick belonging to the stone man on the column. Gently she ran the pads of her fingers over the handles, feeling for any differences. Each index finger encountered a discontinuity that had to be a button. Taking a deep breath, she pressed them together. For a moment, she wondered if nothing would happen, and then something clamped hard across her wrists, locking them in place. The sound of shifting sand and grating stone found her ears, and the panel in front of her started to lower. At first she could not tell if the panel with the cock was moving or she was, but then she realized her head was not moving relative to the rest of the column. As the panel descended, a hole opened up in the column and slowly, a very hard, very human cock poked out of the hole and moved steadily toward her. Lara leaned her head back, but starting only an inch from the column, she could not move very far. Hoping it held the key to unlocking the treasure, Lara relented and took the large phallus in her mouth. In moments enough length was protruding from the column and into her mouth and across her tongue that even when she tried to pull back she could not lean back far enough to disengage. As the tomb raider started to rub the underside of the cock holding her head in place, she heard another scraping sound below her. She moved her legs around, trying to feel the column and learn what was happening, but without effect. Then, hearing shifting stone once more, her feet were slowly moved apart. When she tried to pull them together, they were blocked. The sound of a blade clearing a stone sheath rang in the silence. Her blood pulsed in her ears and she licked and sucked strongly on the cock in her mouth. She felt the blade as it pressed against her abdomen. Bobbing her head and sucking, she tried to assuage the spirit of the column. Relief gave way to trepidation as the pressure on her abdomen fled and she heard and felt the fabric of her shorts ripping. The warm moist air blew across her pussy and she knew she was wet. Tightening her grip on the handholds, she pushed the intruding cock deep into her mouth and into her throat. Rubbing her tongue feverishly along the sensitive underside she sought to get it to release its load and soften it so she might break free. But even as she did, something impossibly smooth, wet and thick pressed against her nether lips. She tried to look down, but found she could not move her head enough to see anything. Her protestations and grunts totally ineffectual, the intruder, feeling as thick as her wrist, pushed steadily up into the empty channel that awaited it. Pulling back from the cock in her mouth, Lara groaned as the largest thing ever to part her pussy lips sheathed itself inside her. Though it was only six inches inside her, the girth of it nearly took her breath away. Then, just as she got used to the intrusion, she felt the base of it come to rest against her opening. Unable to look down, she felt what seemed like a narrow saddle come to rest against her inner thighs as the thick dildo, or whatever it was, started to lift her up. Lara found she could support her weight on her tip toes for a few moments here and there, but whenever she slipped she was instantly impaled to the hilt on the giant phallus. The cock in her mouth seemed to enjoy her efforts, and its precum was readily flowing across her tongue. What she seemed to not notice was that her frantic efforts to avoid fucking the thick phallus were, in fact, driving her to fuck it at an increasingly rapid pace. The movement also resulted in her mouth fucking the cock still lodged there, and the tandem events were having a pronounced effect on the bound tomb raider. Subconsciously, Lara battled the cock in her mouth, trying to get it to spend, just as she struggled to keep her footing and stay off the impaling phallus in her pussy. At the same time, one effort failed and the other quickly succeeded. As Lara's legs finally gave out, the feeling of surrender joined with the feeling of fullness and pressure against her overexcited clit combining to trigger a climax worthy of poets. At once her legs gave up all pretense of holding her away from the intruding prick, and her hips ground her clit against the saddle mount with a mind of their own. Lara, dazed with pleasure, sucked greedily on the cock in her mouth, bobbing her head and rubbing her tongue in a ravenous drive to get it to deliver its cargo. Long delayed, her orgasm made her whole body shudder. Her hips, long kept from doing what they so eagerly sought to do, bucked and bucked, driving her clit into the saddle and forcing her to another peak. �Nnnnggghhh!!!� she grunted around the stiff rod in her mouth. And then, in the brief moment between peaks, she felt the cock stiffen on her tongue. �Mmmmmmm,� she purred. The next instant the cock started to twitch. She thrust her head forward and put her nose against the stone, placing the jumping cock at the entrance of her throat. With her tongue along the underside, she felt the pulses start and then travel along her tongue. Fluid reached her senses and she swallowed eagerly, and reflexively. Again she moaned as several more pulses flowed into her mouth. Greedily she swallowed every drop, barely tasting the column's spend yet fully enjoying the completion of her task. Even as she finally realized her weight was resting on her pussy, her feet took up her weight as the phallus slowly lowered and pulled out of her. �Unnngh,� she groaned at the sudden feeling of emptiness. �Fuuuuck,� she said slowly, realizing the column's cock had withdrawn from her mouth. Finding her hands free and the column returned to its earlier form, she sat down in a heap and laid her head back against it. �Do I even want to look at the altar?� she said to herself. The well breasted tomb raider, briefly satiated by her encounter with the column, let her eyes close: the altar and the treasure, if there was any, could wait a little while for her to catch her breath. Moments after her eyes closed she fell asleep where she sat. She was awakened some time later by a loud grating sound. She stood as she blinked away her disorientation, oblivious to the fact her shorts were no longer with her. She put her hands on her guns. �Who's there?� A voice called out of the darkness beyond, �Lara, is that you?� �Alex? Is that you? What are you doing here?� �Hoping to keep you from making a big mistake.� He emerged from the newly revealed tunnel, which closed behind him before he could react. �I know you still want the treasure, but the price is too high.� Lara looked over him. She guessed his age to be mid to late twenties. He was quite average looking, with short blonde hair, but he was wearing a snug fitting brown t-shirt and looked quite cut. She wondered if he might be the man behind the column. She figured that was the case, as her dossier had not specified allowing two men to have her. Still, stranger things had happened. She did not have to lodge a complaint if she did not want to. She blew her bangs out of her face, continuing to stand with her feet slightly apart. He surprised her by not staring at her bare pussy. She crossed her arms under her breasts. He -did- look at them. Of course he was a breast man. �Alex, it's nice that you are worried about me, but I know you.� he looked at her quizzically. �If you are here then you must have some plan to steal the treasure and leave me here.� �Now Lara, why would I do that?� �Because you're Alex.� He shrugged. �I concede the point.� He wiggled a finger at her, �Nevertheless, I think the price is too high for you to pay.� She placed her hands on her hips and cocked them to one side. Then he did steal a look at her crotch. She noticed a bulge in his pants. A very respectable bulge. �Uh huh. Shall we have a look at the altar together then?� He held forth a hand and gestured for her to lead the way. The altar was too high to be used by a kneeling penitent, and yet lower than would be useful for someone standing. The altar was joined to the wall, yet was wide enough to prevent touching the wall if you tried to reach it. There were depressions in the surface, and in the edge, and standing against it, it did not take her long to realize what was supposed to happen. She turned and faced Alex. �So, I gather I'm just supposed to bend over, put my breasts on the altar and wait for something to happen?� Alex looked only slightly dumbfounded...before he grinned. �That's what I meant. Lara, my read of the scrolls of Te-Ra is that the treasure will only be released to one who is at once pure and not pure.� �And just how am I supposed to be pure and not pure?� Now he was grinning completely. �Well, as I see it, a virgin who has sex for the first time at the altar would fit the meaning of the scrolls.� �Uh huh. I think you should know me well enough to know that I'm not a virgin.� �What I think is that you talk a good game, but though you may have fooled around quite a bit you haven't ever let anyone take your virginity.� She smirked. �You should have been here twenty minutes ago.� �Why? Was there a man in here?� Lara recalled that while it had undoubtedly been a flesh and blood cock, and then cum, in her mouth, it had not been a live cock inside her pussy. �Yes, but just how might this magic interpret 'virgin'.� He shrugged. �I would have to guess in the Bill Clinton definition.� �Meaning anything other than penis in vagina is not sex.� She noted his bulge was a bit bigger. He tried to be serious. �I would say so. The magic would be specific, not interested in nuance, deception or semantics.� She looked at him suspiciously. �So, what, I'm just supposed to bend over and let you fuck me?� He shook his head. �No, of course not. You should take your top off, bend over, put your breasts on the altar and ask me to fuck you.� She laughed out loud despite herself. �Well, I have to hand it to you Alex, that's the most direct pick up line anyone has ever dared use on me. Do you believe this is going to work and get us the treasure?� He smiled, genuinely. �I have to admit, I'm not sure about the treasure, but I am sure that the door is only going to open if there is a sacrifice on the altar.� �That sounds extreme.� �Poor choice of words. I simply meant that you sacrifice your virginity, and then we get out.� A mischievous thought crossed her mind and she grinned at him. �I have an idea. What if I take your virginity.� Alex was flummoxed. �Wha, what?� She closed with him and pressed her thinly clad breasts into his chest as she groped for his cock. �Yeah, you push into the altar, and I take your virginity.� �I'm not, I'm not a virgin,� he protested. She cupped his cheeks and pulled them apart. She whispered in his ear, �I'll bet you never let anyone in back there...� His cock swelled in her hand as she squeezed his ass, which was as hard as his cock and toned as well as any she had ever touched. �What, what do you have in mind?� he stammered. Lara moved behind him and pushed him forward, keeping one hand on his crotch and his rigid cock. She said softly, �Just let me do this and we'll get out of here, you'll see.� She pushed him into the altar and bent him over until his chest touched the cool stone. Still behind him, she used both hands and unbuttoned his shorts. She pushed them down, then reached around and grasped his hard cock. �Trust me Alex, you'll like this.� Still holding on to his cock, she moved to her knees and turned as she sat down. She scooted back, under the altar, until her face was right in front of his cock. It looked quite like the one she had serviced only a short while ago. She held it by the base, and with her other hand took hold of his balls. �Now, let me get us out of here.� For the next few minutes, Lara used her mouth and tongue in every devious way she knew to get him to cum, but every time he tensed up she backed off. With practiced ease she got him to the edge of climax and kept him there. Finally, when she knew he was fully in her control, she took him deep in her mouth, as she had no doubt done very recently. When she heard him grunt with approval, she thrust two wetted fingers straight into his ass. Though he bucked and moaned and squirmed, one hand on his balls, a mouth around his cock and two fingers in his ass kept him from getting away. She pulled off briefly, �Mmm, that door should open any time now Alex, be ready!� He was incoherent, and did not manage to give her a verbal reply, but the twitching of his cock when she again throated him told him all she needed to know. Again and again she brought him to the brink, skillfully stopping every time. Truth be told, this little bit wasn't in the dossier, but she doubted he would complain by the time she was done with him. Besides, she was having fun holding on to the upper hand. �Lara,� he panted. �Mmmm,� she moaned around his cock as she massaged it with her tongue. �Please, let me cum.� He sounded so sweet, and so sincere, that she almost brought him off. But then, she decided she wanted something else. With no warning, she withdrew her fingers and pulled off his cock, using her hands to push him back from the altar. She stood, pulling her sports bra off in one swift move. She turned and placed her breasts into the depressions, and her thighs against the scalloped cut outs in the edge of the altar. She looked over her shoulder to see Alex fisting his cock and leering at her. �I want you to take me Alex. Be my first.� She smiled, �And see if you can get us out of here.� She looked ahead, at the blank wall, as Alex stepped up behind her and cupped her sex. She was wet, and he placed two fingers on her pussy an instant before she felt his cock press first against her and then firmly into her. �Ooooh, fuck Alex. I never knew this would be so goooood!� To her delight, her recent tongue work had the desired effect. He slammed into her, his hips joining with her cheeks, in one hard thrust. He paused to grab her pony tail, then pulled back until her breasts came free of the altar, and he grabbed one. As soon as he had his hands on both, he started fucking her with full, fast strokes intent on nothing but coming. Her body in possession of the man behind her and fucking her, Sharon felt a surge of excitement as her body readily delivered on its design and worked instantly to please both of them. His cock sawed at her willing flesh, pulling on her clit even as he pulled on her hair and squeezed her breast. Her wet and slippery pussy stroked his cock, and her moans of pleasure drove him on, pushing him to fuck her faster, and harder. His strokes became harder as he grunted every time he bottomed out in her wet sheath. As he squeezed her breast his fingers pinched her nipple. Her head was pulled back by his grip on her hair. She found herself focused at once on the feeling of being used, and the feeling of being serviced, and the feeling of providing his pleasure. �Fuck me!� she yelled. Grunting, huffing, and panting, Alex drove his cock into her pussy and he felt himself tighten in anticipation. �Fuck!!� he yelled as his ejaculation became inevitable. �Oooh! Now Alex, come inside me!� An observer may have thought Alex mad with rage such was the look on his face, but with her hair held tightly, but Sharon could only go by what she felt. A second later his wonderful cock stiffened, then started to jump and she felt the warm rush inside her. Pleasure burst through her and she sagged into his grip, the sudden tension on her scalp only heightening her climax. Alex squeezed her tit and pulled on her hair without thought as his orgasm coursed through is body, down to his toes, up through his cock and spewing into the busty tomb raider. Shaking his head from side to side and grunting like an animal, he plowed into her, depositing his gift into the altar of her womanhood. Lara, ever the wonderful priestess, gloried in his gift and pleaded with him to give her more. As he finished filling her pussy, he relaxed his grip on her hair and breast, suddenly worried he had hurt her. �Lara, that was amazing. Are you okay?� �Mmm,� she purred, �I'm great. And I think, as a bonus, the door is open.� He laughed, then slowly pulled out of her and looked. Sure enough, the door was in fact open. He pulled up his shorts, and held her top out to her. She waved it off and gestured to her breasts. �If I keep these out no one will notice the shorts are missing.� He looked down and back into her eyes. �I doubt that, but I'll follow you and let you know.� She kissed him, patted his crotch, and led them out of the tomb. No treasure, but still satisfied. � Still between boyfriends two weeks later, Sharon picked up another throwaway phone and sent a text asking for a new questionnaire. She answered the questions during her bus ride home, once again teasing the hell out of any male riders who happened to be near her. When she was done, she asked for a review of it, curious about what traits of hers seemed to make her most unique. She was surprised to get the results before the bus finished its route. The text indicated it came directly from the Playhouse Director, Miss Jillian DeMache. It read, �You're beautiful, and you like to give up control.� Another text came in shortly, a dossier on a client for Saturday morning. As always, the descriptions were blunt and candid, but in this case not terribly descriptive. Some things, like injuries and permanent marking were never included as they were off-limits for her. Other things, things that might leave a mark for hours or days, were agreed upon. This one was intriguing in other ways. The first part of the list was pretty standard. It included vaginal sex to completion (which meant the man would come inside her), toys, and clean shaven. The second part of the list was very different and included acupuncture, heavy bondage and denial. She texted back for clarification on the acupuncture and heavy bondage. She could figure out what denial had in mind, but she was not terribly worried that a client would select her and not ultimately let her climax. To her surprise, the reply once again came back very quickly. Heavy bondage was to be full immobilization, nothing more. Sharon appreciated that, as she was not much into having clamps placed on her nipples...or other places. As for the acupuncture, the reply stated only that the client was experienced in the art and had been practicing for years. She squirmed in her seat as she thought about it. Looking up, she realized she had nearly missed her stop. She pulled the yellow cable and a mechanical voice announced the stop. She texted back her acceptance, then put the phone in her bag and got off the bus. The next morning Sharon awoke refreshed and ready to go at six. In the shower she checked herself carefully and ran the razor over her mound to eliminate the last bit of pubic hair she was currently sporting. She gave a small frown as the last of her soft and short red hair went down the drain. She briefly considered masturbating, but if her client had a denial session in mind, she figured she would hold off and enjoy a big ending later. After the shower she had a light breakfast consisting of a banana and some yogurt, washed it down with a glass of water, and brushed her teeth. Checking herself in the mirror she decided against makeup and a bra, so she pulled on a light beige sundress, stepped into some comfortable flats, and walked out of her house with a small purse. She took the Metro for over an hour to the Bethesda stop, where the typical black vehicle waited for her. To her surprise, the drive was short and ended on the outskirts of one of the many college campuses in the DC area. It was still early, around eight, and there were very few people in sight. She withdrew a small necklace from the purse, put it on, and left the purse on the back seat. The necklace was a thin gold script bearing the name 'Nicole', that she liked to use sometimes. Putting the name on display helped prevent strange moments when no one could remember the name of the stranger they were fucking. She got out of the car and headed toward the building. The driver would be back to get her later, and she did not bother to ask how long it was going to be. She walked up to the building's front entrance, and before she could trigger the automatic doors, they opened outward. A man in a lab coat rushed out, his hand extended. �Nicole, glad to meet you. Thank you for coming.� Sharon took his hand and returned the gentle but firm shake. �Happy to be here.� She continued to look at him, waiting for him to make the next move. He thumped his forehead. �How rude of me. My name is Richard Roberts.� �Richard,� she repeated, wondering if that was his real name. �Please, follow me.� Inside the building was warm, not cool like she expected. There were no other people inside, and most of the lights were off. He led her down a long corridor and then down two flights of stairs. A large double metal door was at the end of the stairwell. He waved a badge in front of nearby panel and keyed in an entry code. He pushed the doors open and led her inside. The room was large, probably twenty feet on a side. There was one examining table, set up like a GYN practice, several computer monitors, machines with myriad wires and leads, cabinets with glass panels revealing their contents, and a plain box that seemed very out of place. Sharon walked to the examining table and sat down. She noticed that while it may have looked like a normal GYN table, there were some additional protrusions on it. She grinned, suspecting what they were for. �So Doctor, what is the plan?� |