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by Menagerie (lit)

  “I’m ready. Take me to bed, Johnny.”

  “I don’t want it to be over so quickly, lovie, and if I get into that bed with you,” his arms squeezed her shoulders and held on, “I fear I won’t be able to control myself. Nor will I be able to last very long.”

  Valerie shivered. “I’m not sure I care about that. You feel so good.”

  “The longer we stay vertical, the longer our fun will last.” He nibbled on her earlobe and rained soft kisses along her neck as if to convince her.

  She was very convinced.

  “Okay.”

  Johnny resumed his tactile torture, making her so aroused she could smell his attentions in the form of her pungent arousal. He pulled away suddenly, spun her to face him, and kissed her hard on the lips. His passionately delivered oral copulation opened a well of emotion inside her heart that threatened to boil over. The sensation of her naked breasts pressed to his warm fully clothed body was wickedly sexy.

  After a few sensual moments, he broke the kiss and fell to his knees. Parting her robe completely, he kissed a path to her belly, veered off course to kiss one hipbone and then lowed his head to lick the most imitate place between her legs.

  Clit fluttering and pulsing in delight, Valerie nearly came after he stroked his clever tongue across her incredibly sensitive hot spot.

  “Oh, Johnny.” She plunged her fingers into his dark wavy hair, pulling him closer. His face buried between her thighs sucking tenderly on her clit, Valerie thought she might climax standing up. He slid two fingers inside her pussy and her knees buckled.

  “Please, Johnny.”

  He stopped sucking, but his fingers remained inside her body. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?” He kissed his way back up her torso until he closed his warm, wet mouth over one nipple, sucking it between his lips. Valerie trembled with the desire to climax.

  “No. Not really. I just thought you’d be more anxious to have sex, since you’ve been without for so long.”

  He pulled his lips from her nipple with a pop and laughed. “Oh, we are having sex, lovie. This is what I call foreplay.”

  “Ah,” Valerie said as if in sudden understanding. “Foreplay, you say? I like it.”

  Johnny laughed again and kissed his way back down to the pulsing nub between her legs. Fingers continuing to move in and out of her body, his tongue found her clit and after only one circle, she came.

  The blissful waves of pressure centering in her core burst brilliantly and she screamed as the surprise orgasm flashed across her body. Johnny’s fingers moved seductively in and out of her body and as the climax vibrated, Valerie dropped her head and watched him kiss a path to her belly.

  She couldn’t hold herself up any longer. Collapsing to her knees, she rested her head on Johnny’s shoulder. He removed his hands from her and picked her up in his arms. Snuggled close, she sighed as he carried her to the bed and deposited her on the soft surface.

  He kissed her mouth and whispered against her lips, “I can’t wait to plunge my cock inside, lovie. Tell me you’re eager.”

  “I’m desperate, Johnny.” And she was.

  “Brilliant.” He stripped his clothing off quickly and climbed on the bed next to her. His cock was as huge as Hauser’s. Not that she had intended to compare. Perhaps they all had similarly sized cocks and that was the true reason the aliens had placed them in the same group together instead of their comparable temperament.

  Johnny kissed her and all other thoughts left her mind. He climbed on top and her knees fell apart as if by magic when his cock brushed the sensitive inside part of her thigh.

  “Take me, Johnny,” Valerie whispered. She angled her hips so that his cock slipped between her legs and found the entrance to her pussy. Brushing her over-sensitive clit slightly, he grabbed her hip one-handed digging his fingers into her flesh and promptly plunged his shaft deeply inside. A resonate groan of appreciation escaped his throat with each following thrust.

  Valerie looped her legs around his thighs and grabbed his ass to encourage a deeper connection. He growled and pushed even harder until the telltale stiffening of his body signaled his orgasm.

  The warmth of his climax shooting inside initiated an orgasm Valerie didn’t expect. She bucked in surprise, arching her back as she came. Waves of pleasure rained across her nerve endings and she could hardly catch her breath. Johnny seemed to be having the same problem, but he held her close until they were both relaxed. He curled his body around hers snugly and buried his face in her neck.

  Once he stopped panting enough to speak, he kissed her cheek and whispered, “When we’re together again, we’ll make time to play a game.”

  “Okay.”

  He yawned and his eyes slid shut, right before he mumbled, “What’s your …word…?”

  Valerie shrugged at the odd question. “Word? I’m not sure what you mean.”

  He muttered something she didn’t hear and snuggled closer.

  “What kind of games do you like?” She asked, but Johnny was already fast asleep.

  Valerie dozed off and dreamed of all her favorite board games from childhood. When she woke up sometime later, Johnny had migrated to the other side of the bed.

  The outline of the door across the room lit up in red. Valerie sat up in bed, glanced back at a soundly sleeping Johnny and slid from the sheets without waking him.

  One more trip to the bathroom area. Valerie was more comfortable with the vortex shower of wind the second time around. It freshened her again, but this time with a different fragrance. A light gardenia scent dusted her skin as she exited the tube.

  Searching around for the robe, she cocked her head to one side when she noticed the clothing waiting. Not a robe this time. Instead, a modest white blouse and navy silk skirt with accompanying undergarments hung on a padded fabric hanger next to the door. Her fashion sense was not keen, but the outfit looked like something out of a mid-twentieth-century movie. Classic and expensive, but definitely from the Veronica Lake fashion era. A low stool beneath the hanger sported navy patent leather pumps and tucked inside were stockings and garter belts. Garter belts?

  Frasier apparently wanted her to look like a forties movie starlet. Valerie relaxed and donned the clothing. She left the panties hanging on the hook and the thrill of going commando again lit her libido on fire. She couldn’t wait to get inside and have him peel off these clothes. She’d watch for his expression when he found that she lacked undergarments.

  He was across the room when she stepped inside. The room looked like it was out of a movie set. Lots of dark wood and flashes of hunter-green accents greeted her once she crossed the threshold.

  Frasier was dressed in a white shirt complete with a cravat and dark riding pants with boots. He looked like a historical romance hero ready to sweep her off her feet.

  Valerie was ready to be swept into the bedroom. Her pussy ached as if she hadn’t had sex or relief in months. It was as if the more sex she had, the more she wanted. Strange. Dream-like. Hot.

  She crossed the room with the intent to get him into bed, now. She didn’t want foreplay. She wanted sex. Immediately.

  “Hi, Valerie. You look great.”

  “Thanks. Did you pick out the clothes?”

  He ducked his head once and blushed. “Are they okay?”

  “They’re perfect. But they don’t need to stay on for very long.”

  Frasier’s brow furrowed. “I’m sorry. What?”

  Valerie slid close and tucked an arm around his waist. “I mean, don’t feel like you can’t rip them off whenever you’d like. I’m ready for you.”

  He coughed into one hand and jumped when her hand landed on his ass, squeezing one cheek. “Hold on a minute. I thought we’d have a nice dinner before…you know.”

  “I don’t want to hold on for a minute. Let’s have sex and then we can eat. You don’t have to spend a lot of time on foreplay. I’m a sure thing and I really want you.”

  Frasier narrowed his gaze. “I believe tha
t some things are worth waiting for.” He tenderly brushed a strand of hair from her face.

  “Well, I believe that some things deserve immediate attention.” She grabbed his cock, which stiffened in her hand. His eyes fairly budged in surprise. He bent in half at her bold touch. “Wait, Valerie.”

  “I don’t want to wait any longer. I need you.”

  “Share a meal with me first.” He removed her hand from his pulsing erection, kissed her fingertips and added, “Please.”

  Frasier nodded at the table behind him. She glanced at the elaborate dining table filled to capacity with formal glassware, dinnerware, a large centerpiece with a riot of colorful blooms and more silverware than she’d probably know what to do with. He’d obviously gone to some trouble to arrange for this food.

  Turning back, Valerie forced herself to relax. She promptly sighed, “Right. Dinner would be lovely. Thank you.”

  Placing an arm gently around her shoulders, Frasier led her to the dining table and promptly held out her chair. The formal atmosphere was a little difficult to adjust to given her previous liaisons. Valerie took a deep breath and allowed herself to be pampered just a little.

  Once she was seated, he kissed her forehead and removed the silver cover to reveal roast beef, potatoes and carrots in an artful arrangement on her plate.

  “I hope you enjoy it.”

  “I’m sure I will.” Valerie found that she was very hungry all of a sudden. “Thank you.”

  “Wine?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  Frasier lifted the wine bottle off the table and went about opening it. A calmness settled over his features as if he were finally able to operate in his element. Spontaneous sex was apparently not something he was comfortable with, but the ritual of a formal intimate dinner for two obviously fit very nicely into his purview.

  She’d have to take notes. Each man would of course have idiosyncrasies.

  He popped the cork on the dark green bottle, filled both glasses with a deep red wine and finally seated himself beside her. Beneath the table, his leg brushed hers intimately and he didn’t remove it. Valerie would have to pay attention to each man as an individual while she was here. Naturally, they would all have a different system of seduction.

  The fresh flower arrangement on the table sent a fragrant wisp of floral scent around them. Frasier ate slowly and watched her with a smolderingly passionate gaze throughout the meal. Valerie ate little, but drank two full glasses of wine.

  Once she’d pushed her food around on her plate for a long time, Frasier placed his silverware on the plate and stood.

  He studied her for a few seconds, bent at the waist slightly and held out a hand. “I think we should dance.”

  Valerie perked up. If sexy glances were tactile, there wouldn’t be a single place on her body left untouched.

  “Dance?” She stood with his help and he pulled her close to his body.

  “Do you like to dance?”

  “Sure.” Valerie didn’t know whether she did or not. She couldn’t remember. “I don’t remember being very good at it though.”

  He placed a light kiss on her lips. “I’ll lead, then.”

  The chaste kiss might as well have been a stroke across her clitoris. Valerie shuddered as if he’d fingered her intimately.

  Pulling her across the room without releasing her, Frasier pushed a button on the wall and the strains of a slow jazzy instrumental filled the room.

  He tightened his grip on her hand, slid his other arm around her back, pulling her close to his warm frame, and smiled as he stared deeply into her eyes, drawing her complete attention.

  Valerie melted into his arms as he led her deftly around the small space. His mesmerizing gaze never left her eyes for a second and after several turns around the room, she wanted to slither to his feet and beg for sex. His seduction technique, while tamer, slower and certainly more formal, was no less effective on her heightened libido.

  The music stopped and before a new song started, Frasier stopped moving and leaned in for another kiss. Soft and sweet turned wicked and wanton very quickly as his lips moved over hers in seductive pleasure. Valerie fairly burned with need. Frasier distracted her with the kiss and moved her backwards toward the bed. The scent of fresh flowers melded with the spicy fragrance of his cologne and another gush of moisture shot between her legs.

  There was something to be said for anticipation. As he’d done everything else since she entered the room, Frasier undressed her slowly and reverently. His eyes darkened when he saw she wore no panties. He peeled his clothes off slowly as she watched. Once he was nude, he moved closer. His cock was magnificent. She hadn’t been able to look at anything else since he’d kicked his pants aside.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. He cupped her head with one hand and kissed her lips. His fingertips slid from shoulder to breast and he kneaded her flesh with tender appreciation. Brushing the nipple with his thumb sent a pulse of desire straight to her clit. She was desperate and he’d barely touched her.

  Valerie was incredibly turned on from the entire evening. Everything Frasier did to her was amplified to an unbearable need.

  She slipped her hand down to caress his cock. He made an articulate noise the moment she touched his stiff flesh and groaned with need when she gripped his cock in her fist. Caressing her fingers up and down his shaft gave Valerie a feeling of power as he reacted. His hips thrust forward with every stroke of her hand until she was abruptly on her back in the center of the bed.

  “Take me, Frasier. I can’t wait a second longer.”

  “My pleasure, darling.” He entered her with a slow, deep thrust. She cried out as his thick shaft filled her completely.

  “You’re so tight,” he whispered. “God, you feel great,”

  Valerie couldn’t do more than make inarticulate noises of encouragement as he pumped his cock leisurely inside her pussy. Her arousal built to a hot frenzy of need. Frasier slid his hand between them, stroked her clit once and as she came, she screamed.

  He buried his face against her throat, kissed her skin repeatedly and continued thrusting his cock inside her drenched pussy with reverent patience. Each powerful stroke hit her womb and sent a vibration of pleasure through every cell in her body.

  Several minutes later he shuddered and groaned quietly as he unleashed a torrential flood of warmth inside her core. The rush of another orgasm blazed through her. She arched against him in surprise.

  “Valerie.” Her name whispered through his lips over and over until she relaxed against the bed. He followed her down still pumping his glorious thick shaft inside her body, albeit at an even slower pace. As Frasier kissed a path from her neck to her collarbone, she released a long sigh of utter contentment and kissed the top of his head.

  “That was amazing, Frasier. You aren’t quite as sedate in bed as you led me to believe.” She laughed and ruffled his hair between her fingers.

  “It’s all you, darling. You bring out something powerful in me.” His voice was barely a coherent whisper. Shortly thereafter, he drifted to sleep snuggled against her.

  One more…and then…him.

  Valerie shivered and hugged Frasier closer. She closed her eyes, drifted into a light sleep and tried not to worry about her final ‘date,’ Dominick.

  * * * *

  The light around another door came on when she opened her eyes. Frasier didn’t move when she left his bed. She was getting the hang of this strangeness and that bothered her on some level, but she was tiring and didn’t take time to analyze her feelings.

  Another trip through the vortex shower of wind, a new fragrance and another outfit of clothing awaited her before meeting Mark. He’d left a t-shirt and jeans for her to wear.

  Mark sat sprawled on the center of the sofa when she entered. A sports station displayed a football game on the flat-screen television against one wall. On his knee rested a bottle half filled with what looked like beer. His shirt was completely open and displayed his mouth-
watering physique.

  Studying his nicely defined chest muscles, she caught the glint of gold on one flat nipple. The visual sent a pulse of sexual longing from sensitive nipples to her now unsatisfied clit.

  How could she still be horny?

  “A nipple ring?”

  He laughed. “Yeah. Does it turn you on?” Mark tipped the beer bottle to his lips and took a long swig.

  “Yeah.” She relaxed a little. “Actually, it does.”

  “Come on over here. Sit with me for awhile.”

  Valerie strolled across the room without hesitation. She fairly licked her lips in anticipation of the coming few hours.

  A chill raced down her spine at the thought that after Mark, she’d have to deal with Dominick. Her unreasonable fear would have to be dealt with later. For now she lowered herself into the seat next to Mark with the wicked intent of licking his nipple ring to see his reaction.

  “I won’t stop you,” Mark said and tilted the bottle for another long drink.

  “Stop me?”

  “If you want to explore.” He ran a thumb distractedly over his nipple and the gold ring flat against his skin.

  Valerie leaned forward and licked the tip of one flat nipple, flipping the gold circle over her tongue. He pushed out a surprised breath, put a free hand on the back of her head to hold her against his chest and her panties flooded.

  “Jesus.” He set his bottle down hard on the table next to the sofa where they sat.

  She sucked the ring between her lips unable to stop playing with it. His hand slid from her head, down her back and cupped her ass.

  “Straddle me.” His panted whisper sent a zinging thrill straight to her clit. She released his nipple and scrambled to position herself astride his lap. His cock tented his jeans and Valerie reached out to grab and squeeze his thick shaft. He groaned and shut his eyes.

  Mark’s solid fingers went to her breasts. She’d neglected to put the bra on that he’d left for her. His realization of this fact was priceless. An inarticulate sound passed through his lips and he thumbed her nipples to hard pebbles beneath the soft material of her shirt.