by Sofia Connor
"You are defeated," Helga growled.
"Oh without question," Julia moaned.
Helga pushed in and out of her as she licked her lover into tensing. She growled as Julia moaned loudly tensing her muscles up. She pushed back against Helga, and for a moment it looked like there would be another friendly struggle.
"I have no more strength," Julia moaned, with a pleasure filled rasp.
After a moment Helga pulled away from her and laid back onto the fur covered slab, panting heavily. Julia turned to her, with drool running down her chin, panting. She took the water bag, and gulped it before she could speak. But as she opened her mouth she said nothing, just simply curled up with the warrior who had given her so much. As she looked into her eyes she saw a love that she had never known before. A soft kiss, and relaxation near a quiet mystical pool.
Realizing how late it was, Julia got up and began to pack their belonging. She did it lovingly as Helga rested. She seemed deep in thought. But Julia knew that she is a warrior and probably always in tune with some thoughts. After a brief cleansing, Helga stood, and dressed. Both composed themselves as to look normal for the outside world, and made the walk up the circular path to the guard station. They nodded as they passed, and kept walking. On their way they talked about food, proper decor of a warrior's quarters, but not in the open of their forbidden love. In order for it to endure they must never do that. This was the start of something. Two combined, and a new warrior was born.
The End.
My Red Headed Friend
"Let's get out of here." I mouthed the words to her as we sat at the kitchen table of our mutual friends apartment.
"Do you want to?" She tried to whisper back. She seemed surprised I had even suggested it.
I simply nodded my head and she took my hand.
She lived in the same apartment building so the walk was quick. She lead the way as we walked up the stairs to her place, me trying to catch a peek underneath her tight dress at the secrets it kept underneath. She opened the door into the living room and her roommates were all there. They starred at me, they knew who I was, and then they starred at her. They knew what she was doing, and like me, I think they were wondering why. I tried to make small talk while standing there, but it was clumsy. I saw my red headed girl looking in the freezer and her dress was riding up more and more. She took a bottle of jack from the freezer and grabbed me by the hand. We said good night to everyone and went to her room.
I entered her room first, she followed and closed the door as I pinned her to it. I grabbed her by the thighs and picked her off the ground as I kissed her on the lips. I felt the coolness of the bottle on my back as the heat of her lips hit me in the front. I slipped her dress up and for the first time got to feel the skin I had been waiting to touch all night. It was dark but I could feel the lace of her thong against her smooth skin. with her still pinned against the door I started to rub my thumb on the front of her thong. I felt nails dig into my skin as moans started to escape her.
"This one is a screamer" I thought to myself as I began to rub harder and harder. She started grinding up and down on the door when suddenly she said "stop"
I let her down off the door she looked at me, eyes wide, dress up to her belly button, and said
"We have to have a drink first"
She smiled at me as she unscrewed the cap to the bottle and grabbed two glasses off her shelf, snifters, I'm beginning to really like this girl.
She pours two drinks, dress still a mess and looks at me as I go to grab a glass from her. She sees me reach for the glass and pulls it away at the last second.
"You know, here I am half naked, it doesn't seem fair that I'm the only one."
I take the hint and quickly undo my jeans, stepping out of them So that I am in my briefs, which have quite the wet spot, and dress shirt.
"I mean this thong really doesn't hide anything, and those cover so much, it just still doesn't seem fair."
I get the hint. With a smile I slowly slide my briefs down, as I do my cock comes into view. It bobs up and down with drops of precum on the end. My red headed girl sees my the clear precum on my tip and takes a drink of whiskey. She bends at the waist and licks all the cum off of my cock. I can feel the coolness of the whiskey and the heat of her mouth on my tip as she looks up at me with her big green eyes.
"I always like a bit of cum with my whiskey." She says with a devilish smile.
"There's more where that came from." I reply back.
We sit on her bed with our drinks as we talk. My eyes locked on her thong, her eyes locked on my cock. My cock is now throbbing, moving with every heart beat, pouring out more precum. And everyone once in while she simply takes a finger, gets some cum on there and mixes it with her whiskey.
Soon we get to the to end of our drinks.
"Could you do me a favor? I'm getting hot, could you unzip me?"
She stands up with her back to me. I don't need to be asked twice as I unzip her dress. She wears no bra. My Red Headed Beauty is now in just a thong. She tries to turn and face me but I grab her. I pull her close as my cock slips between her legs. I grab her by waist and thrust with nothing separating us but a thin piece of cloth. I kiss her neck, I bit her shoulders, and I thrust. Making sure that my shaft rubbing right against her pussy. She starts to pull at her thong, she starts to beg me.
"Fuck me, please just fuck me." She cries over and over.
I stop thrusting and I rip her thong down, I take the head of my cock and rub it on her now bare clit. She's no longer speaking, she's just trying to keep air in her lungs. I grab her and throw her down on her bed. She spreads her legs wide open and rubs her inner thighs with her hands. I climb on top of her. I kiss her lips, I kiss her neck, I kiss her collar bone, I gently suck on her puffy nipples, I kissed her belly button, and the I lick her all the way from her asshole to her clit in one long lick. It picks her off the bed and she sends out a long drawn out moan. I start to lick every inch of her pussy. I feel hands pulling my hair as I move up and gently, with just the tip of my tongue, lick her clit. A scream escapes her mouth. Soon I have a rhythm going and just as she starts dig her nails into me I drive two fingers into her wet pussy.
"Oh my god." She keeps saying over and over. As my fingers slam into her over and over. Her body is tightening up, her screams are getting louder and her breath is getting deeper.
And then it happens, like a wave hitting both of us she cums. She's bucking up and down, she's pulling my hair. And then there is silence. She's breathing hard. I look into her eyes as i put my arms around her.
"My name's Rebecca."
"I'm Jay."
The End.
Amateur Night at the Blue Nile
"Are we nearly there yet? This doesn't look anywhere classy." Clarissa tried to keep the petulance out of her voice. She knew she should be flattered by the stretch-limo and the Dom Perignon, glass number three of which was fizzing its way down her throat, but why the hell were they driving about dingy back-streets?
"Relax," her companion said. "Shoreditch is the new Soho. Home to all manner of delights. Where we're going is a different type of exclusive." The way he said it made her shiver like a thousand bursting champagne bubbles.
She tugged her white mini-dress, the one he had insisted she wear, down her bare thighs as a sop to demureness. Pearl earrings and necklace complimented; hair was swirled into a chignon. The picture of youth and beauty, sweet and languid as on the day of her debutante ball. The man beside her should be proud to have her grace his arm?though admittedly he looked fine in that tuxedo, carrying his upper body-mass with such suaveness and composure. Maddeningly he refused to fawn on her. Well she'd pander to his ego a while longer. Snare him the indirect route.
"We're here."
She looked about and saw nothing but a warehouse district. The limousine was wheeling towards one massive entrance sealed off by an iron partition.
"Gavin, we're not anywhere." She weighted the use of his name with con
descension. Her father having introduced him as 'Mister McClain', it satisfied her to do so. She mightn't be the world's greatest secretary and employing her might have been a favour, but she'd got higher attributes and he'd damn well learn to acknowledge them.
"We're somewhere very particular," he responded, hand resting on hers, engulfing it. Despite her willowy height she felt little beside him. "Do you really think I'd take out a girl like you and not give her a night to remember?" She looked into his dark eyes and shivered anew. They drank champagne and her womanly pretentions dissolved in girlish excitement. Clarissa had no idea what was going on, but suddenly it felt like adventure.
The car paused, then a metallic rumble announced the partition's rising and they rolled into a huge floodlit space. A warehouse, swept clean but abandoned by all industrial pursuit.
"Where the hell is this?"
Gavin smiled wordlessly as the grey-uniformed chauffeur opened her door. She climbed out, her date joining her as she stared around the vast empty space. Nothing remarkable, aside from subterranean rhythms vibrating through the soles of her stilettos.
"Come with me." She took the proffered arm and the click of her heels echoed through the concrete hall as they walked to a downward-stairway at the rear. Music soaked though the walls as they descended around corners and Clarissa's heart pounded in time. She was about to be made privy to some delicious secret. One final corner and they confronted a miked-up and dinner-jacketed flunky guarding an iron door.
"Gavin McClain and companion. We're on the guest list."
The stone-faced guardian cracked a smile. "That's quite all right, Mr McClain. Have a good night sir."
"Thank you. I intend to. Birthday boy arrived yet?"
"He has, sir. He's being looked after."
"Very good."
Clarissa would have voiced her puzzlement, but her partner was guiding her through the now opened door into a covert reception area, till she could recognise the tune playing. "Inside and Out. I like this song. Gavin, where are we?" Gavin exchanged words with receptionist, as Clarissa tried to peer further. Then his arm was at her back and he was steering her down a curving passageway.
"Welcome, my dear, to the Blue Nile."
The corridor widened into a shimmering river of aqua-marine light. It bathed Clarissa and sucked her like a powerful current inside the high-ceilinged venue. Blue-white enveloped her like she was drowning in liquid crystal. Shimmering sexiness, enhancing the tide of beautiful patrons, male and female. Clarissa spun three-sixty, drinking it all in?the sparkling granite-topped furnishings and smooth undulation of the interior walls. "This place is amazing! Why don't I know about it?"
"It has a way of keeping its secrets. Drink?"
"Yes. Blue Lagoon." She giggled at succumbing to the power of suggestion.
The broad avenue split and curved around a circular central bar, to which Gavin proceeded, leaving Clarissa to wander. Male patrons were dressed to the same level of refinement as her boss, their partners?in some cases numbering more than one?all high-class slink and poise. She gazed to points around the bar where the walls appeared to curve into chambers discreet from the rest of the room. Each one was flanked by security, a distinctly-coloured glow at odds with the blue of the main bar radiating from within?ochre, maroon or emerald. A young couple paused at the maroon entrance, the male partner flicking a card from his breast pocket for the security guy could check it. Granted a cursory nod, the couple passed through to be swallowed by the room's mysteries.
"What's with the all those crafty spaces around the sides?" Clarissa inquired, as Gavin returned with drinks.
"A Nile special feature." He pressed the Blue Lagoon into her hand and sipped his Scotch. "Themed lounges for guests who require, shall we say, some down-time. There's the Arabian Room, Egyptian naturally, a bit of sequined ooh-la-la in the Moulin Rouge ... And others more daring elsewhere. Staffed on request."
Clarissa was not sure whether to be entertained or appalled. "Is this place a ..."
"It's what you want it to be. Somewhere to drink, dance, socialize ... or to indulge in fantasy. The lounges are an option, as is the erotic cabaret. The Nile is only as exotic as any patron desires."
She stared at him, music thrumming through her body. His expectations eluded her, as did the precise nature of what she wanted herself. He was the only boss she'd ever had and her job hung by a thread, but she did not want to be out-manoeuvred in some sexual fantasy of his. "How exotic an evening were you banking on, Gavin?" She added an imperious tilt to her chin. "Are you expecting to show me around a lounge?"
"I wouldn't be so presumptuous," he said. "You're here as my guest, Clarissa, not my employee. And a girl like you must be so used to West End nightclubs and Michelin star restaurants. So at the risk of offending, I thought I'd surprise you with somewhere different. Purely to enjoy the ambiance and a frisson of danger. You're a girl who embraces danger now and then, right?"
Clarissa's lower belly warmed, not only due to her cocktail. She didn't like to admit how much this man fascinated her. "Maybe." She smirked, clinking his glass with hers. "And I'm not offended. It's nice to be brought somewhere so ... exclusive. Is it really such a big secret?"
"Put it this way ..." His mouth at her ear made her shudder. "You were lucky not to be blindfolded en route."
"Blindfolded?"
"Silk of course, in keeping with the establishment. Permanent members are concerned about anonymity. Cameras and recording equipment get confiscated and result in immediate expulsion. So, most guests are kept in the dark, literally, regarding location. I had to make a special arrangement on your behalf. Didn't want you to be too disconcerted on the way here."
"I'm flattered." The thought of a silk blindfold had Clarissa's heart speeding once more. "So why do you get preferential treatment?"
"The Nile's owner is a friend. And I assured him of your discretion."
"You know me that well? Sure I won't blab?"
His look was appraising. "You won't breathe a word, my dear. I'd bet my company on it."
Clarissa grinned her excitement. It all seemed improbably illicit and sexy. She tipped back her drink and the liquid trickled cool down her tongue as she contemplated her guide. A smile teased on her lips. One throwaway reference lingered.
"So Gavin, tell me about this erotic cabaret."
He returned her smile and downed his whiskey at a gulp. "My dear, I'll do better than tell you."
* * * *
The amphitheatre was huge and dark, lit by the stars which speckled its high ceiling. Clarissa and Gavin had a prime spot, their table only one tiered row above the semi-circular dais which served as a stage. She tippled on a third cocktail and glanced about for signs of a performance, the anticipatory buzz infecting her.
"You've seen the show before?" she inquired over the sound-sealed auditorium's modern jazz.
"Several. There's a rapid turn-over. The artistic director likes to keep things fresh and creative. And fun."
Clarissa nestled closer, more aware than ever of a massive athletic frame beneath designer trappings. "What kind of fun? You've got me all intrigued."
The fading away of music and dying of lights to a luminescent glow promised to answer her question before Gavin could. There was a breathless hush in which she could only hear the bang of blood in her ear. Then in surround-sound a male voice boomed: "Ladies and Gentlemen, prepare yourselves ... for Kong, Eighth Wonder of the World!"
Grandiose organ music erupted from the speakers and resounded as in a cathedral. Seamlessly the stage-machinery rolled into action. The dais proved half of a vast disc which rotated counter-clockwise along with the black wall that split it in two. In the dim light Clarissa made out a figure framed in a dark rectangle upon a shallow platform, being carried by the circular motion from backstage. She leaned forward in her seat, eyes peering wide to distinguish more through the gloom. Then the dais halted with the frame directly below her and spotlights lit from opposing sides of the dome, bat
hing the scene in twin pools of white light.
Clarissa's jaw dropped, hand stifling her shocked laughter. 'Kong' was a tall and brawny young man stretched out in a naked X within the ebony frame, dark hair draping behind him to his waist. He was swarthy but waxed clean of hair, the definition of his body enhanced by oil and sweat. The upper part of his face was obscured by a black ape-mask, firm-set mouth and jaw still apparent. Even more transfixing was the majestic erection that speared from his groin. The sophisticated girl from Chelsea gaped at the sight so boldly displayed in public. Applause and laughter was breaking out from around the amphitheatre.
Beside her Gavin chuckled and she turned, wondering what amused him. Then the speaker-voice boomed again and sealed her attention to the on-stage action. "King in his far-distant country, he now stands helpless in chains of adamantine." Kong writhed against his bonds?he appeared to be manacled hand and foot?pelvis thrusting like he was fucking thin air. "Helpless and forced to endure the whims of his young female captors."
The captors in question materialized from obscurity, either side of the stage, and stepped onto it in perilous heels, advancing on their prisoner. Both were petite but closing in with poise and confidence, dressed identically and minimally. They wore one-piece costumes of buckled-together leather patches, barely covering their more intimate fleshly regions. The outfits were strapped with chain behind necks and around waists, diving vertiginously between their thighs to band clean-waxed crotches. Jauntily balanced top hats, along with the flails they carried, provided a twisted ring-mistress effect, which they augmented by circling their captive, flicking him derisively with their multi-stranded whips.
Clarissa watched it all?Kong's body twitching each time leather thongs licked his torso, the girls' naked asses gobbling up their g-strings, the taunts on their pretty faces contrasting with his partially obscured grimace, as fingers began to tease. The flails they slotted into brackets either side of the frame, so that their palms could slither about Kong's chest, then his stomach and groin. Clarissa liked both girls, admired their teasing and control. That was how to keep a man: figuratively if not literally in chains. Rock-hard and at the mercy of your feminine wiles. The brunette with the bobbed hair was good?austere and cruel?but Clarissa preferred the blonde, hair tamed into a side-ponytail, eyes alive with mischief as she writhed her body and provoked her captured prey. He tore against his bonds and thrust his cock in vain as they massaged his body, licked his neck and applied flicking tongues to his nipples.