The Fling

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bruce:

I could feel the lust swell of her flimsy bra supported, firm breast as she pressed against my arm to lean up and lick my ear before thanking me and smiled a slow and decidedly wicked smile as I wondered just how she'd feel on Sunday, for there wasn't any doubt at least she'd remain with me until then and I hoped Hank would too. It's always so enjoyable to corrupt more than one and lead them into total debauchery and degradation together. Before leaving me they'd do things to each other at my direction and as I either watched or participated then they could possibly conceive of now. There wouldn't be one base act they wouldn't do, or as ‘society' would call them ‘dirty, filthy and depraved acts'.

My smile grew as I stood silently, but let the hand of the arm she was holding to her breasts drop to cup and squeeze her thin panty covered pussy through the thin silk of her dress.

The elevator door opens on to the foyer of my residence, in this city at least. It's fairly large but not overly impressive. Dark polished wood paneling with a few art works depicting very erotic scenes on the walls, two statues on pedestals. One a woman kneeling giving a man fellatio and another of a woman bent over one of her hands squeezing her breast the other cupping her sex as she's fucked from behind by a male figure with a rather impressive sized cock that's half it's length in her ass. Two of her fingers can be seen, as you walk past it, in her cunt at the same time. His fingers are buried deep in her ass cheeks, holding her wide open and ready to pull her back as he drives into her ass... or so it could seem.

There's a single heavy and massive appearing carved wooden door directly across from the elevator and we all head that way. As we get closer the erotic motif of the carvings can be seem more clearly. As the carvings are relatively small and detailed it was difficult to make them out from across the foyer. Other than the plain border around the door that acts as a frame and the area surrounding the door knob the door's dark surface is covered with figures engaging in a myriad of sexual acts. Some are couples, some depict three and foursomes and one area shows a graphically depicted orgy in progress. The area directly in front of our faces shows scenes of bondage and sexual use all with females as the center piece and recipient of the male figure(s) attention in some manner or other.

When we're within three steps or so I say quietly, "Open.", and the door swings open slowly and silently.

Smiling down at you and over at Hank, "Aren't computers wonderful. They can do so many things if programmed properly can't they?" I say rhetorically as I lead you into the main room.

Leaning down to "Elizabeth" and saying quietly, but loud enough for Hank to hear, "For instance look at the fireplace," I say nodding to the massive fireplace and hearth on one wall, "and say loudly, ‘Fire, light." "Elizabeth".

Looking at Hank, "Watch and see how ‘magical' our Mel, ahh, our "Elizabeth" is Hank. She'll light the fire from here."

As he turns to watch the fireplace, I smile down into your eyes, and after a pause urge you to say the magic words and light the fires for our coming bacchanal and hedonism .

 

[Subo97]

Hank

Hank could only look around at the ornate wasteland around him. He had spent his life and sacrificed his future in a failed attempt to stave off fate, and this fool wasted his wealth on a garish and ostentatious display of bad taste. Years of dialysis lay wasted in this loft. Hank rubbed his hands together, feeling his callouses. He was here because he couldn't resist putting them on someone soft again. All day long he labored with his hands, at the will of another, a price he had paid willingly, but the nights were his. Elizabeth seemed to fear this man, but Hank was not one to feel menace.

 

[Honey_B]

Melinda said the words and nothing came out. Not a sound. Her mouth had gone completely dry. She cleared her throat and managed to utter the command.

"Fire. Light. OH MY GOD!"

A fire ignited instantly with a fireplace that looked large enough to stand upright in.

"Bruce, could I trouble you for something to drink."

Her right hand went to her throat. Even though she had worn a low-cut dress, her neck felt unusually constricted. She needed a moment to regroup, to try and remember where she had met Bruce before. It was obvious he knew her. Bruce had almost said her name. That would explain much of his strange attitude toward her.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bruce:

"Why of course." I lead you both to a full wet bar inset into a part of one wall and go behind it. There's an array of bottles and two beer taps.

"Name your 'poison' and think I can very likely fill any reasonable request.
"Now fermented yak's blood doesn't fall into the reasonable category you know," I say chuckling as I wait for drink orders.

 

[Subo97]

Hank

just your finest Lager, thanks

He slid his arm around her, pressing their hips together

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bruce:

"Why of course Hank," and a stein of the best German lager is drawn from a tap and placed in front of you.

" "Elizabeth" what's your poison?"

 

[Honey_B]

Melinda had watched as Bruce handed Hank a beer. She couldn't help but notice the differences in their hands. Bruce's elegant fingers contrasted with Hank's workingman's hands. She suspected the differences did not end there.

"A vodka martini, if you please."

Melinda studied Bruce with guarded eyes, trying to place his face but couldn't. As she waited for her drink, she turned and walked over to one of the carvings, trying to decide if she should confront Bruce. Ask him if they had met before.

"These are Hindu, aren't they?" she called over her shoulder. Initially Melinda had tried not to show her shock at the carvings' graphic nature, but the more she looked, the more entranced she became. She reached out a hand and ran her fingers over a woman's breast and gasped. The wood felt as warm as breathing flesh!

"Hideous, aren't they?"

Melinda jumped. Hank had whispered in her ear and she hadn't even heard him come near. He handed her the martini.

"Oh, I don't know, Hank. What if that were you and I? I might not think it hideous then."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bruce:

I mix an extra dry vodka martini with the Stoli bottle that's taken out of the under bar refridgerator and watch the two of you as I do.

"Yes it is. One of the temple carving depicting a position from the Kama Sutra in fact.
"If the woman is that limber that position does allow the deepest penetration possible and at it also leaves her open to much other stimuli at the same time.
"I think her calf behind his neck is a nice touch and his hands on her do help her retain her balance as she stands on one foot and takes him as deeply as he can go into her, in either place they choose."

I heard Hank's whisper but chose to ignore it.

However, "Elizabeth's" comment draws a low, husky and very lewd chuckle as I carried over her drink.

 

[Subo97]

"Hideous compared to the natural beauty I see here," Hank said as he slid his hand up to cup her lovely breast, lifting slightly to feel the weight, hiis fingers brushing over her nipple. "You're so soft," he whispered in her ear, "so beautiful."

 

[Honey_B]

Hank seemed apprehensive about going too far and Melinda sensed that there was a line he might not cross. He had an integrity that she admired. Melinda, herself, had no such scruples. She had abandoned them when she had conceived of this plan. If she was presented with an opportunity to recreate Sodom and Gomorrah on tape, she was going to do it. After all, Melinda had ceased to live beyond her revenge.

Melinda wondered if the cameras were rolling. She assumed they were and leaned into Hank's caress, covering his hand with her own.

"I like the way you touch me, Hank. I hope you realize how much I want you here tonight. Need you here."

She took the drink when Bruce offered it and savored the silvery cold bite of the chilled vodka. He had a laugh that would have outdone the dark prince himself.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bruce:

"Look around. There's much to see. Ask any questions you may have.
"The only place that's "off limits", for now at least, is behind the steel door under that tapestry," I say pointing to a large hanging one depicting satyrs and maidens doing what they always do in all of the stories.

Moving to an easy chair across from a huge leather covered couch I take a seat and sip on my drink as I light a cigarette.

 

[Subo97]

Hank

I like the way you touch me, Hank. I hope you realize how much I want you here tonight. Need you here

Hank moved his hand slowly under Elizabeth's, as she leaned into his caress. He lowered his head to kiss her neck, the tip of his tongue darting out to touch her skin with every kiss. He could not resist this woman. He wanted her, even if he had to share her, and if judging by the feel of her hard nipples against his fingers, the idea excited more than terrified her. "Bruce," he said, looking over at the face of his scarred acquaintance, " doesn't she have beautiful breasts?" Hank put down his cold beer and cupped her other breast so he held both in his hands, offering them up to Bruce's eyes. "I think they need lots of attention." Elizabeth moaned, pressing her ass back against Hanks groin, rubbing her tight globes up and down his erection. "It's time we set them free, " Hank said, letting go of her breasts to slowly unzip her black dress. As he lowered the zipper, the tight black dress parted to reveal her back, from her shoulders to to the small of her back and the top of her panties. Kissing the back of her neck, hank pulled the dress off her shoulders and down across her breasts. It clung to her hips and he reached down to lower it over her ass and down her thighs, leaving her standing in bra, panties and thigh high stockings. Holding her hips, Hank fell to his knees and began to kiss her back across the top seam of her panties. He kissed each of her round cheeks before turning her in his hands and lowering his face to kiss her through the satin fabric.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bruce:

"Oh yes indeed Hank. Very lovely indeed and so sensitive to any touch and her lovely, large nipples even more sensitive," I reply quietly while watching the two of you.

As "Elizabeth's" dress slides down her svelte body and her sheer under garments cup and reveal more than conceal I smile quietly seeing how hard her nipples are straining at the lacy cups of her bra and how wet the lacy panties are the cling to her swollen lips.

 

[Honey_B]

Melinda felt like she had been run over, so intense were the sensations running through her body. And, she wasn't even out of her bra and panties yet! It was the exposure, being unwrapped like a present for Bruce. He stared at her, his eyes as unwavering as a cobra's before a strike. She had locked eyes with him as Hank removed her dress, showing him her building passion even as her body was revealed.

She blinked. Melinda hadn't noticed before how much Bruce looked like Jack. She could feel Hank behind her, lowering himself to his knees.

Oh yes indeed, Hank. Very lovely indeed and so sensitive to any touch and her lovely, large nipples even more sensitive.

How had he known that her nipples were so sensitive. That they were large for the size of her breasts. Only Jack had such intimate knowledge of her body. Only Jack...

Hank turned Melinda around and she was lost to those eyes, yet she still felt them.

"Hank, you have no idea what that is doing to me."

He stopped and looked up at her, intensity shining from those incredible hazel eyes. He had been kissing her moist slit through her panties, teasing her into wanting more. Driving her crazy. She reached behind her and unhooked the clasp of her bra. The whisp of black silk came away in her hands. Twisting the delicate material, she looped it behind Hank's head and pulled him back to her sex.

"Don't you dare stop."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bruce:

From the dimmer part of the room, the place with more shadows where I sit comes a bearly audible hummm and just maybe a low and, could it be, evil chuckle.

I sit and sip my drink watching as I also light another cigarette. The metallic *click* of the lighter loud in the room as the only other sounds are those "Elizabeth" is making and Hank's too.

 

[Subo97]

Hank

Hank, you have no idea what this is doing to me

Drawing back a bit, Hank looked up into her eyes, emeralds filled with lust, and watched as she reached back to unhook her bra. The view from below accentuated the fullnes of her breasts and her large, swollen nipples beckoned his mouth, but, before he could rise, she twisted her bra and dropped it around his neck, pulling him to her waiting pussy.Don't you dare stop Again, he pressed his lips against her, feeling the heat and moisture under the thin fabric. His hands traveled from the back of his knees, up over her thighs to her ass and pressed her tighter against his lips before moving to her hips and the side strings of her flimsy panties. Slowly, he pulled them off her hips, his lips following the edge of her panties as he pulled it down aross her sex. His lips caressed the soft, golden curls of her vee, echoes of hte hair that framed her classic face. Down, further, he kissed, across her moist lower lips as her panties dropped to the floor. With his hands, he placed her leg over his shoulder, causing her to entwine her fingers in his hair to brace herself. soft moans escaped her lips as he kisses up and down her, tasting the nectar that had begun to flow. Reaching the bottom of her sex, Hank inserted the tip of his tongue between her pussy lips and moved upwards, spreading them apart with his tongue, pausing in the middle to probe as deeply as he could before continuing his journey upwards to her clit. Her bud was already swollen and peeking from it's hood as he began to circle it with his tongue. Her growing moans, the jerking of her hands in his hair, and the spasms of her thighs told him all he needed to know. Closing his lips gently on her swollen clit, he began to flick it with the tip of his tongue increasing his speed till he was whipping her with a staccato rhythm. Her aroma entranced him, her taste aroused him, her noises encouraged him. He had to have her, make her cum in a thousand different ways.

 

[Honey_B]

As Hank's talented tongue lashed at her slit, Melinda leaned into him. A desperate attempt to remain upright that served to increase the contact between his mouth and her sex. Her hands mauled her own breast, her nails bright crimson against the creamy flesh. Melinda felt an orgasm building under Hank's merciless onslaught and whe was afraid she might collapse.

A soft carpet lay beneath her feet and a picture of Hank and herself writhing around on the floor like animals flitted through her mind. Melinda felt her body respond to the lascivious image and her breathing quickened. Never before had such thoughts turned her on. She moved out of Hank's grasp and sank down to the soft floor covering. Still wearing her heels and stockings, she wantonly spread her legs. An open invitation that said, "Continue, please."

 

[Subo97]

hank

Continue, please Spread out before him, Elizabeth's legs were an invitation Hank could not turn down. He lay on the rug and buried his face once again in her wetness. Looking up her lithe body, he could see her hands squezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as his tongue swirled around her clit. Hank could feel her heels sliding up and down his back, her back arch and press her hot sex against her mouth. One hand grabbed his hair and pressed them harder together as her orgasm shook her body. Gasping moans escaped her mouth as her heels began to drum against his back, spasms wracking her whole body. When the waves of her orgasm fisnished washing over her, she lay splayed out before him, arms and legs akimbo. Hank moved up her body, kissing her as he went, till the tip of his cock lay against her wet pussy. He bent to take her breast in his mouth, moving his hips to enter into her slowly. With a low moan, Elizabeth took his head in her hands to press him harder against her breast and raised her hips to accept him deeper. "Yes, yes," she moaned, wrapping her legs around his back as he began to move inside her, sliding deeper and deeper till he impaled himself. Hank was lost in her body, oblivious of Bruce or his surroundings, aware only of her full breast in his mouth and the wet confines of her sex squeezing his thrusting cock. He didn't care who knew or who saw.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bruce:

I sat in the shadows and watched as they enjoyed each other for the first time, but I was sure not the last before the weekend was over.

There was no need to check the video and sound equipment. It turned on as soon as we entered and the reels of tape were fresh and full so would last for a very long time, a very long and interesting time to come.

 

[Honey_B]

Melinda never knew it was possible to experience an orgasm like she had with Hank. As his mouth engulfed her cunt, her body began to shudder with the sensation coursing through it. It was this place, it was Hank, it was the cameras she heard whirring in her head. Even as she was in the throws of her climax, he set upon her like a beast. And Melinda gave herself up willingly for him to devour. As he plowed into her, Melinda responded, meeting his thrusts with her hips.

“Yessss… Fuck me, Hank!”

The word was foreign sounding to her ears, but it didn’t keep her from saying it again, her voice raw with need. The walls of her cunt throbbed around Hank’s pistoning cock. Melinda gasped as she began to feel herself cumming again.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bruce:

Sitting, watching, listening and smiling almost evilly as I heard "Elizabeth" say, “Yessss… Fuck me, Hank!”, knowing it had begun well and truly now. Her used of the unfamilar and never used obscenity was the start of her trip to where she wished to go, if she surrendered herself to what she wanted fully that is. The choices were all going to be up to her to make, but I was rarely wrong in these things.

*click* *click* Another cigarette is lit and I have another sip of my drink and Hank drives his cock into you repeatedly and her second orgasm grows ever closer.

 

[Subo97]

hank

Yesssss....... fuck me, Hank"

He thrust himself into her, driving deeper and harder, trying in his lust driven mind to split her in half. Planting his hands on the rug, he raised himself on his toes, pulling out of her till just the tip of his cock rested inside her clinging pussy lips, then thrust deep and fast, plunging into her wetness to the hilt.

OHHHHH, FUCK ME, YES she screamed, grabbing his ass, digging her red nails into his flesh, raising her hips to impale herself on his cock, demanding more. "That's right, baby, take it, fuck me back!" he replied, his voice hoarse. He could feel his explosion gathering as her hot insides squeezed him, urging him on.

FUCK, YESSSS, FUCK ME she screamed as her orgasm wracked her body, her insides churning around his flesh. He thrust deep one last time, stiffening as she bit his shoulders, her nails drawing blood from the flesh of his ass. His cock pumped spurt after spurt of cum into her flesh until he collapsed wordlessly on her flesh, his mind lost in an explosion of white fire.

Returning to awareness, he rolled to the side, taking his weight off her. Still inside her, Hank kissed her throat, moving his hips softly, slowly, as they caught their breath

 

[Honey_B]

Melinda’s body clung to Hank’s, trying to milk him of every last drop of semen. She wasn’t aware of what she did or the screams issuing from her throat. Only the powerful feeling running through her body mattered, her mind working on pure instinct – clawing, biting, fucking, cumming…

She felt Hank gently kissing her throat and realization came crashing down upon her.

My God! What have I done?

Melinda pushed at Hank with all her strength, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. She began to struggle, though her attempts were feeble. Escape became her focus; she needed time to herself. The reality of the situation terrified Melinda. Never had she considered that she would actually enjoy this. Acting as if she did, sure, but certainly not becoming the wanton whore who begged for more. And she did want more, God help her. She had to get out of there!

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

In your mind "Elizabeth":

A deep and vaguely familiar voice whispers in you mind, "You may run from here, but you can't run from yourself.
"You know that you want, need and crave more, so much more.
"If you leave how will you satisify that craving, the need for lust and fulfillment.
"You don't really want to leave. Not really now do you? You want to stay and feel, experience more and more don't you "Elizabeth"? "

 

[Subo97]

Hank

Holding Elizabeth in his arms and kissing her throat, hank felt her stir, the first feeble brushes of her hand mistaken for caresses. she tried to pull away and he instincually pulled her closer, trying to soothe her. She finally shoved him, "No....." , and her body jerked away. she jumped up and began to pick up her clothes, her eyes wide as if in terror. Hank lowered his eyes. So, he was as low as she could sink, and now she was regretting it

"Don't be afraid," he told her, "You can go, I told you that" It had been a wondrous dream, anyway. It had ben a long time since a woman had clung to him like that, driving him on, taking all he had. He looked up at her and she seemed to pause, as if listening to something or somebody.