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Chain of Fantasies

byMystical Michael©

Sitting on the frayed edge of downtown, Hamitor's Books is a paradox of commerce. As much as being a bookstore, it is an archive, warehouse, library and dustbin/mold repository of record proportions. Urban sophisticates - if they are even brave enough to venture into the neighborhood - will likely flee moments after breaching the door; defeated in their shallow expectations of finding a trendy mix of best sellers, coffee table compilations, the latest Vanity Fair and a nouveau chic espresso café in which to see and be seen. For the student with less than 24 hours before the deadline on an assigned book report, it's a nightmare of frantic searching that might reward the procrastinator with the only remaining copy in town of some obscure work by Edward Bulwar Lytton. But for the browser with plenty of time to spare, it can be nirvana. It's a paradise of volumes long out of print, each one with a story more obscure and more fascinating than the other. It's very presence as an active (albeit quiet) enterprise defies the prognostications of conventional business experts who thrive on terms like cash flow and return on investment. It's a family business that exists on whim as much as mission, with more than a few secrets tucked away amongst the volumes.

With her stylish long dress and tweed jacket, Linda probably looked out of place as she stepped off the bus in front of Hamitor's. Had the sidewalk vagrant resting against the wall been paying attention, he would have been treated to a brief but satisfying peak of her long, bare leg revealed courtesy of the slit skirt. With full dark hair, cascading below the shoulders and dark brown eyes, she could boast of a classic beauty that seemed all the more appropriate for a legal secretary. Linda had stepped off this bus hundreds of times; she was a regular visitor to the store, even to the point of being recognized by Elsie, the current overseer of the cash register. Time and income limited her outings to about one lunch hour per week, but each visit tended to yield a gem of some kind and she had no expectation of ever running out of new shelves to browse or bargains to discover.

She passed through the doors, receiving a cheery nod from Elsie, and set off on her exploration, delighting in the temporary respite from the regimentation of her job in the corporate legal office. Sometimes, she would roam the aisles of the three floor facility with a vaguely defined goal in mind; but today was a day for wandering and she elected to begin on the top floor, working her way down in the event that she lose track of time. At least that way, she'd be closer to the door when the image of her priggish (and younger) boss interrupted her reverie with a mental reminder to return to the real world.

She never paused to consider what it was that drew her to that particular nook on the third floor, totally unaware that a magnet of sensuality had already focused on her.

It was a nondescript book, slim in size, perhaps no more than 150 pages. Of indeterminate age, but obviously very old, it almost seemed to leap into her hand as she neared it, enticed by the embossed gold title "Chain of Fantasies." The it suggested something dark and kinky, albeit from the Victorian era. Upon opening it's pages, she was surprised to discover something more akin to a sexual how-to, written and illustrated for a readership long since departed to age and death. The chapter entitled "The Passing Kiss" particularly entranced her. Its picture of a couple in ardent, yet fully clothed embrace seemed vaguely familiar for reasons she couldn't define. The writing reflected a style of erotica long since abandoned, one that was simultaneously chaste and sensuous.

She might have lost herself in the story had she not become aware of the nearness of another person. He was attractive, with a hint of mystery. She noted the trim build and short blonde hair framing a face highlighted by deep, promising eyes. "Pardon me," she mumbled as she moved to allow him passage down the aisle. "Not a problem at all" he replied with just the twinge of Midwestern accent. He slipped past, making just a little too much contact between his butt and her bottom, resulting in a comic cascade of dropped personal belongings on both their parts.

They knelt down to retrieve things, simultaneously touching the book. Describing the incident to her bemused roommate later that evening, she said, "an almost electric charge traveled up my arm. It was if I was about to be propelled into the story I was reading, as if the woman in the book was me and her lover this perfect stranger that I had just encountered." His reaction suggested a similar effect on him and as their eyes met the book dropped again to the floor with no further awareness from either man or woman. His hand moved slowly to her cheek. In silent confirmation her lips pursed and moved closer to his, her eyes closing while her mind raced with thoughts not thoroughly consistent with lunch hours in a bookstore.

The kiss began gently enough, but grew in urgency and passion. His hand ran through her hair, drawing her face to his as their tongues began to entwine and dance together. They rose as one, her arms around his shoulders, her head cradled by his right hand with the left encircling her waist. It was more than an exchange of kisses supported by an embrace; it was mutual hunger, fed with passion and nourished with body heat. "Damn that belt!" she though as her hand wrestled with the leather around his waist. The swelling below it suggested a more than clear desire on his part. But he seemed less interested in relieving his obvious physical discomfort than in placing his lips on whatever patch of skin they could reach.

His kisses began to cover her neck, touching nerves she had previously been unaware of. His hands raced his mouth, moving from her shoulders to her hips and back to her breasts. A fleeting moment of lucidity left Linda uttering a silent prayer of gratitude to the Victoria's Secret Catalog (specifically the royal blue bra and panties set on page 5). His face was burying itself in the deep vee of her neckline now, his hands caressing and kneading the globes positioned so nicely within Victoria's finest satin. As testament to the flexibility and give of things, his fingers had little trouble finding her nipples, growing more firm and attentive by the moment. With the first pinch, a moan began from deep within her; escaping with her breath, loud enough to generate notice by anyone on the third floor.

"Not a word," he hissed, "say nothing unless it adds to the moment!" Whether her assent was in the form of a clear yes, or intake of breath, the meaning was clear and she threw her head back, surrendering what little reserve she had left. She no longer knew whether she was guiding him, or whether he was simply having her. It didn't matter; she was willing at this point to give him what ever he wanted.

He knelt down on one knee, kissing her blouse and caressing her calf. Smiling with the realization of the slit in her skirt, he lifted her thigh placing her now bare foot on his leg. His hands massaged her ass, and again thoughts of appreciation to the Queen of Catalogs passed through her consciousness. The bikini panties had just enough stretch to allow him access, although they had long since become soaked with her juices. This only spurred him on, as silently validating for him as the bulge within his pants had been for her. He obviously loved the aroma and relished in the wetness. His mouth had moved from kissing to licking, fervently lapping and devouring her private juices.

The skirt was now open to the waist, buttons had come undone in a way that was a mystery to both. Neither lover cared by now about the "how" of things, only with the touch of lips and tongue on labia and clitoris. His face worshiped the mound of neatly trimmed hair above her pussy. His tongue split her pussy lips with the urgency of a hungry cock. His fingers spread her wider and wider; giving more intimate access to her clit while his nose tickled her pubic hair.

Her breaths became shorter and shorter, his tongue action quicker, punctuated at times with a deep, longing suck that drew her clit into his mouth for what seemed an eternity of pleasure. One finger slipped easily into her drenched love box; a second joined it with the ease. Three fingers now, she began to feel stretched, to feel full. And somehow she heard her voice quietly moan "more," shortly before a fourth finger worked it's way into a pussy that was developing a mind of it's own. She'd never been filled like this, never this overwhelmed and she could feel the orgasm as it formed and began to envelop itself over her body. The crowning touch occurred when his thumb found room below his tongue to exert just the right amount of pressure on her clit, and she abandoned herself to a cum that inundated her.

Collapsing into his arms, she fought disparate, unconnected questions of love ("who is he?"), lust ("what/when next?), career ("omigod, what time is it?") and appearance ("how many wet spots are there, and can anyone see them?"). Without another word, he kissed her lips, the sheen of her vaginal juices still adorning his cheeks and chin, and vanished somewhere in the jungle of bookshelves. She was too utterly exhausted to follow.

A brief examination of her clothing, followed by a quick rearrangement ended with the sighting of the "Chain of Fantasies" book, as it lay open on the floor where it had been dropped. It was open to a new page now, the same story, but a new page, one that featured the woman with her skirts open, leg elevated and foot resting on his thigh, the obvious recipient of her lover's most ardent oral attentions!

A glance at her watch pushed the similarities between book and the encounter to the back of her mind, as she gathered up her things and rushed to leave. Elsie smiled demurely as she rang up the purchase price of the book. The look in her eyes suggested that she was familiar with its contents, and was no longer suspicious about the nature of the sounds from the third floor. The squeak of the bus as it jolted to a stop just outside the door, spurred Linda on, denying her the opportunity to question the matter any further.

She practically leapt onto the bus, moments before it was to resume its route, collapsing into the only available seat, one toward the rear. As it pulled away from Hamitor's, her thoughts drifted back to the feelings created by his tongue and fingers, and the wetness that remained between her legs. She almost missed her stop, realizing at the last moment that a number of people had already left the bus and that the doors were about to close. Jumping up, with visions of the twenty-something stuffed shirt preparing his tardiness lecture on her mind, she lunged for the door. Within a moment she was standing on the sidewalk, conducting one last inspection and rearrangement of her rumpled clothes, watching the bus drive away... with her newly purchased volume of "Chain of Fantasies" still sitting on the seat she had occupied.

For the remaining afternoon, the bus followed its route with no passengers taking the seat near the rear. The first to encounter the book was an older woman, who noted the word "Fantasies" in the title, picked it up with the thought that it might be of interest to her grandchildren. That interest was short-lived as soon as she opened it to the page that bore a prurient picture of two elderly lovers reclining naked together. "Filth!" she exclaimed as she threw it on the floor before she had the opportunity to note that the male bore a striking resemblance to her next door neighbor, Mr. Atchison.

The book remained on the floor, undisturbed until late in the afternoon as one by one other seats were filled by weary commuters on their trips homeward. Jeff was finished for the day, heading home to his wife and daughter. Thoughts of work in the insurance office gradually became replaced with musings on the coming weekend. He'd been looking forward to this weekend for some time as it presented something on the order of a marital vacation. Beth and Amanda had already packed the SUV and at this moment were already well down the interstate on their way to Amanda's baton twirling workshop. It was too good to resist! He could crank up the stereo with Beethoven and Tchaikovsky and not have to watch Beth's eyes glaze over in boredom. Nor would he have to deal with the look of a twelve-year-old being subjected to music more than 20 minutes old. He was beginning to realize the wealth of possibilities open to him with uncontested access to the VCR and the local video store when his foot made contact with something under the seat in front of him.

Leaning down, he discovered the book - a bit more scuffed now than it had been in its previous resting place at Hamitor's - but basically none the worse for wear. He offered it to the guy in front, on the assumption that it belonged to him. The young man's reaction left little question about his potential ownership, not to mention his basic willingness to even pick up a book with the word fantasy in it's title. Being a naturally curious soul, he began to leaf through it. "Hot stuff!" he thought as he viewed a picture of the Victorian couple engaged in some spirited vertical pleasure. And the text that accompanied the picture of the elderly couple gave him an idea or two that had him anticipating retirement like never before.

He admired the illustration for the "Hours of Bliss" story, for more than a few moments, when his reverie was interrupted with another stop. Looking out the window, Jeff wondered how all of the people lined up for the bus would ever make it on. The question was answered for him as the driver closed the doors, and accelerated away from the curb leaving five very unhappy riders to wait for the next bus. The brisk departure also created some ill will within the vehicle as the last person to board (a man of substantial girth) was thrown against a line of standees stretching down the aisle. The resulting domino effect was not pretty, except for the final one to fall - a twentyish woman with short blonde hair and the type of body that makes thirty-something men rent X-rated movies or read fantasy books - and she fell right into Jeff's lap.

Her fall ended with a hand squarely between his legs, with proximity to his privates that can make a divorce lawyer upgrade his next auto to Corinthian leather interior. Her lips were mere inches away from his; any closer and he would have had his face fanned by the lustrous eyelashes that flashed over her lovely blue eyes. Never at a loss for a smartass remark, Jeff couldn't resist, "I'll give you just one hour to move you hand away from there. Her response was to pucker up and plant a lingering kiss on him, followed by "baby, if you can last an hour, what are we doing on this bus?" Before things got too out of hand in front of too many witnesses, they both began laughing and rearranging themselves into more conventional positions. The teenager that had been sharing the seat with Jeff graciously offered the seat to the blonde. Whether he did so to be gallant or to have a better position from which to study the ample cleavage of her tank top is debatable. The end result though featured Jeff sitting next to a sexy woman, who interestingly enough seemed more than content to leave her hand on his thigh.

Her name was Cammie and she was one of those dot com survivors making an itinerant living as a travelling consultant. Somehow they were hitting it off better than Jeff had any reason to expect, evident the feminine hand that had shifted from resting on his thigh to lightly stroking it. The weekend was getting off to a spectacular start. Jeff forgot about the turn of the century pillow book he'd just discovered and settled back to enjoy the moment. After fifteen of the most enjoyable minutes he'd ever spent on public transportation, he decided to throw caution to the wind. "Now what makes you think that an hour's worth of endurance is such a feat," he asked with a mildly lecherous grin? She responded not with a word, but by cupping his thoroughly swollen balls in her hand and offering a tongue-tooled tonsillectomy. Breaking away after a moment, she checked his crotch for signs of any telltale emissions. Satisfied that premature ejaculation was not an imminent danger, she finally said "I'm only one stop away and there's only one way to find out."

Had the teenage male been listening to them, instead of the hip hop pulsating in his earphones, he might have signaled thumbs up to Jeff as they rose to exit the bus. The book provided a convenient cover to disguise the rampant hard-on that was tenting his pants. As they stepped down to the sidewalk, she practically melted into his arms for a more lingering tongue dance, highlighted by a full body press that practically begged the question "are they real or fake?" With her arm in his, she led him across the parking lot and to the pricey residence hotel that was her current base of operations. "Itinerant living?" He began to regret never taking any HTML classes when he realized that the $800 dollar a week hotel room was part of the "and expenses" portion of her professional fee. It offered all the comforts of home, if the comforts of home included a blonde hottie who was already slipping off her skirt to the accompaniment of a Carly Simon CD.

"Now sit there and let me take care of things" she whispered as she lifted the tank top over her head. Strangely enough, she looked more demure partially undressed than she did when she first ventured onto the bus. The miniskirt and tank top had covered a low cut sports bra and simple cotton bikini panties. But the body within was as enticing as ever, even more so with Carly crooning in the background and a luxurious hotel room all to themselves. Kneeling in front of him, she interrupted her striptease by reaching for his belt and unfastening his slacks. The waistband of his briefs was no match for the combined assault of his swollen cock and her lithe fingers. His penis celebrated the end of its confinement with a triumphant throb that brought a knowing smile to her face. "Even if it's only thirty minutes, I think you're going to be worth it" she breathed. Deep within the logical recesses of his mind, Jeff began to assemble a list of home improvement projects, actuarial charts, weather prognostications... anything that might enable him to delay the inevitable release of his sperm.

As she massaged and cuddled his member, he finished the removal of his pants and briefs; then ever so politely leaned forward to remove the sports bra from her body. Her breasts reacted to their release with the same enthusiasm of his cock, the nipples already red and perky with desire. And as he admired their shape, Cammie leant forward, sucking his cock fully into her mouth as she simultaneously shed herself of the cotton bikini bottom. The words "oh God!" escaped his mouth and he labored to study the pattern of the ceiling. Slowly she brought her lips back to the tip, kissing it ever so lightly before looking back at his face. "Mmmmmm... you're off to a fine start, I know of at least three guys that would have spunked and retired by now." Had either of them the ability to notice, they would have realized that the "Chain of Fantasies" book - resting where it landed on the floor shortly after they entered the room -- had grown by three pages since their exit from the bus.

It was clear that Cammie performed fellatio with enthusiasm, the difference between her technique and that of his wife Beth could not have been greater. He experienced a slight pang of guilt at the realization that he had already performed a mental comparison, but that was quickly lost in the heat of the moment. The long languid strokes of the tongue, the way she sucked each ball wholly into her mouth one by one, transported him to a happy place that would live on in many a meditative moment for years and years. The way that she was pacing things suggested that in spite of her sixty-minute challenge, she was under no compulsion to hurry things.

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Hearts on Fire

The two women talked like high school friends as they drove. Sam barely noticed the time,, or that the road was getting increasingly narrow. When she did, she realized that they were in the middle of mountains and it had begun to snow. Instead of being worried, Sam felt excited, almost exuberant.

"So, where is your family this weekend?" Sam asked.

"Well, my Dad travels a lot and over the past year, we don't come up here much together anymore. I go by myself occasionally though. But, unfortunately, not since school started."

"Aren't you afraid of being out in the wilderness alone?"

"No. It's really very comforting. I build a fire and have some wine... oops soda and ski until my heart's content."

"Well, I'm glad we could do this. I really needed a break," Sam said glancing at the teenager.

Sally was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a white sweater, which emphasized her shapely breasts. Normally, she didn't wear something so tight because of the size of her breasts. However, she knew that Sam had peeked at them on plenty of occasions and she naughtily wanted to put them on display. That excited her tremendously.

Sam tried to keep from staring at the younger woman's breasts. She knew how men often ogled women. Yet, after looking at Sally she knew why. Although her breasts were large, they were firm without a hint of sag. She could tell from the way that they bounced as she had gotten into the car that she was not wearing a bra and from her observation, rarely did. No panties and no bra; teenagers today! she thought and shivered. My mother would have killed me.

The time flew by as they chatted about everything from politics to religion. They stopped once to use a restroom and picked up some perishables to take to the cabin. After that it took about a half hour before they reached a small one-lane road that led further into the mountains. By that time, the snow was coming down heavily.

"Are we almost there?" Sam asked struggling to see through the blowing snow.

"Yes, it's just a couple more miles."

Soon they saw a log cabin sitting on a small hill with trees almost hiding it.

"We're here," Sally said excitedly.

Sam parked the SUV in front and they pulled their bags out and walked through the snow to the door. Sally found a key under the mat and opened the door.

"Wow," Sam said as she stepped inside and looked around. It was a relatively modern cabin with a single large room with a vaulted ceiling, a loft for the bedroom, a kitchen and one bathroom. There was a large fireplace dominating one wall and the cabin was furnished with comfortable but rustic furniture. On one side of the main room was a staircase that led to the loft where there was a king-sized bed. Fortunately, the place had electricity and running water. Sam had begun to wonder about that as they had trekked further into the wilderness. "This is very nice," Sam said, more than a little relieved.

"Thank you. Nobody has been here for a couple of months. However, my Dad said it is well stocked with food and the snowmobiles are all gassed up. We have everything we need to stay a month."

"I hope we don't have to use it," Sam laughed as she looked out the window at the falling snow.

Neither of them had listened to the weather or they would have heard that the area was in for a major blizzard.

"I'll get a fire started and you can take your stuff up to the loft," Sally said, taking off her coat.

"Thanks," Sam answered as she took her small suitcase up the stairs. When she was in the loft, she looked over the railing and sighed contentedly. This was going to be real nice she thought.

"There are some sheets in the closet up there," Sally called up as she put some wood in the fireplace. The house had heat but Sally preferred to use the fireplace because a fire would heat the place up easily. Besides, it was so much more romantic! Sally thought and then felt her face turn warm.

As Sam pulled the sheets from the closet, she suddenly wondered where Sally was going to sleep. Then the thought occurred to her that maybe she expected them to sleep together. The thought was a little disconcerting, as she hadn't slept with another person, even a lover, other than her husband since she was very small. She wasn't comfortable with that but she wasn't sure how to ask Sally.

When Sam came back down, Sally had a roaring fire going and she had fixed them some hot chocolate that she had sitting on the hearth.

"I thought we would sit by the fire for a little girl talk and have some hot chocolate," Sally beamed.

"Wonderful," Sam said, settling down on a large bearskin rug in front of the fire. She groaned and said, "I feel like a pretzel after that drive."

"Sorry," Sally said and sat down next to her as she handed her a cup of hot chocolate.

The wind was whipping outside, blowing the snow sideways and whistling through the pine trees. The snow was accumulating at over four inches an hour. Neither of the women noticed as they sat and talked quietly by the fire.

Sally went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of brandy. "This should help to warm us up," she said as she poured a long shot into the cup that Sam held out.

"Are you old enough to drink, young lady?" Sam asked with a smile.

"Almost," she returned with a cute grin.

"Well, as long as you're not going to drive."

In a little while the bottle was missing more than a few shots and Sam was feeling very relaxed. "So do you have a boyfriend?" she asked.

"No, not right now. I've dated some since I started college but all the boys seem so immature. They only want one thing," she giggled. "If you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean."

"So how long have you been married?" Sally asked.

"About five years."

"Larry seems like a nice guy," Sally said. "He's a little older than you right?"

The innocence of youth! Sam thought and then she smiled. "Uh... yes he is."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess that wasn't a polite question," Sally giggled nervously and took another drink of her spiked hot chocolate.

"No, you just asked what everyone thinks but are afraid to ask. That's refreshing," she said with a smile. "Larry and I met when I was working on my graduate degree. He is twenty years older than I am. When we met, I felt the same way as you about the boys at school being so immature. Larry came along and we just clicked. He's good to me but he is kind of stuck in his ways. I guess that's one of the downsides to being married to an 'older' man. He was married once before and actually has a daughter almost as old as me."

"You're not old," Sally blurted and then blushed.

"Thank you sweetie. Sometimes I feel old now days."

The room was silent for a while and then Sally spoke, the alcohol loosening her tongue. "So, is he good in the sack?" Sally blurted and then giggled. "Oh... sorry, I can be mouthy when I drink," she said with a pretty blush.

"It's okay. I guess the answer is that he used to be but I think the stress of his job and maybe his age has slowed him down. The truth is that sex was never that big of a deal to me. I guess that I have never really figured out what all the hoopla was about anyway."

"I know what you mean. I had my first sex in the back of my boyfriend's car at sixteen. I didn't get much pleasure and it hurt. I've had a few others over the last two years but I haven't seen any fireworks yet myself... other than when I... I do it myself," she said and averted her eyes. Then she looked back at her and added, "Then I can fantasize about whatever I want."

Sam smiled again at the teenager and opened her eyes in mock surprise at her revelation. "Yes... sometimes we all have to take things into our own hands," she laughed and turned red.

Sam could feel that tingling between her thighs and thought that they had better change the subject. She turned to set her cup on the hearth. "Ouch!" she exclaimed as a sharp pain raced through her neck. She reached up and rubbed the back of her neck.

"What's wrong?"

"I guess sitting for three hours tightened up my neck. It felt like someone just put a dagger in me. I hurt my neck years ago playing volleyball and it has bothered me ever since."

"Well, you're in luck ma'am, 'cause I worked last summer at an exercise facility. I learned the art of therapeutic massage," Sally said with a grin. "Turn around."

Sam turned her back to Sally and felt her hands on her shoulders. A chill went down her spine as she began to massage the knotted muscles in her neck. "Oh God, that feels wonderful," she said almost swooning backward into the young girl.

Sally massaged her for a few minutes and then said, "Your entire back is tight. Why don't you get a hot shower and then come back and I'll work the kinks out?"

"That sounds really good right now."

A half-hour later, Sam came out of the bathroom dressed in a cut off pullover tee shirt and a pair of sweatpants. The pants had shrunk a bit since she last wore them and were a little too tight. However, she hadn't brought a lot of clothes so she didn't have much choice. She didn't have a bra on under the shirt and her breasts swayed freely as she walked, making her feel a bit uncomfortable but also very naughty. She didn't know what was getting into her lately.

Sally was waiting in front of the fire with a large towel laid out on the sofa. She had changed into a pair of blue sweatpants and top. While Sam was gone, Sally drank a few more shots of whiskey for courage and was feeling very relaxed. She watched as the older woman approached. She could see the fullness of her breasts and the nipples poking through the thin cotton. Suddenly, she felt a little electric shock between her legs. Unlike Sam, Sally had realized some years ago that she liked looking at women and in fact, she liked looking quite a bit. Over the past several years, she found herself often dreaming of what sex with a woman would be like. While she hadn't acted on it, she knew that it was more than a passing curiosity and had masturbated to it often. Most of the time the woman in her fantasy was Sam.

Although Sally really believed that she hadn't tricked Sam into coming to the cabin in order to seduce her, the thought had crossed her mind. However, she also knew that she really didn't know how to go about seducing someone and she certainly didn't want to jeopardize her friendship with Sam at this early stage.

"Listen, we don't have to do this," Sam said. "My neck feels much better." However, when she saw the disappointed look on Sally's face she added, "But it's okay if you still want to though."

"Of course. It's not often I get a beautiful woman in my grasps. Most of the women at the health club are older and frankly kind of dried up!" Then she giggled and placed her hand over her mouth.

Sam could tell that Sally had had one too many and just smiled. "How do you want me?"

There were a million answers that Sally could have given to that question. However, she bit her tongue and said, "Lay down on the sofa on your stomach."

Sam lay on the sofa and Sally came over close and knelt at her side. Then she reached up and began to massage the muscles around Sam's neck and shoulders again.

"Mmmm," Sam moaned, as the young girl's experienced fingers began to work the tightness from her shoulders. "You have wonderful hands."

And you have a wonderful ass! Sally thought as she glanced down at the seat of her tight sweat pants. "Thank you," she said as her fingers worked over the shoulder muscles and then down the back. She followed her spine down, applying gentle pressure with her thumbs on both sides of her backbone. When she reached the end of the tee shirt, she crossed over to the bare skin, continuing down until she reached her sweats. Then she moved back up. "Do you mind if I use some oil?"

"Mmmmm," Sam answered, as the warmth of the fire, the liquor, and the comfort of the sofa made her very sleepy. The long drive had tired her more than she thought.

Sally picked up the bottle of baby oil that she had let sit next to the fire to warm and poured some on her hands. It wasn't the best thing to use for a massage but it would have to do. She rubbed her hands together until they were coated with the warm oil and then she placed them on the small of Sam's back again.

Another groan of pleasure came from Sam, as she felt Sally's hands begin to massage the oil into her skin. Slowly they moved up her back and under the tee shirt.

"Do you mind if I kneel over you?"

"No," Sam answered dreamily.

Sally placed one knee on each side of Sam and sat her buttocks lightly on her thighs. Then she began to move her hands up her back again. Suddenly, she couldn't believe how sensuous it felt to be massaging Sam like this. She had done countless massages but she hadn't cared for any of those people. This felt very different and a little chill went through her as her hands worked up and down the soft skin under her tee shirt. She covered every inch of her back, pushing the tee shirt up to her shoulders in the process. Too soon, she had finished the normal massage. However, she didn't want to stop as she could now feel excitement coursing through her and her heart pounding in her chest.

Sam dozed off.

As Sally thought about her next move, her hands began to tremble. Slowly, her hands slid up her back and then down the sides. They slipped down gradually until her fingers were touching the outer swells of Sam's breasts. She could feel her vagina begin to pulse as she massaged the soft flesh under her fingers. As her fingers went lower, she heard Sam moan and she stopped and waited, ready to pull her hands away. When she didn't hear anything more, she began to move again. Her heart was thumping hard in her chest as her fingers slid down until they were under the slopes of her breasts. She knew that if she moved another inch she would be able to feel her nipples. Do I dare? She asked herself.

Sam had awakened when Sally's fingers had begun to put pressure on the sides of her breasts. Suddenly, she was very much aware of where the young girl's hands were and knew that she should stop her. But it felt too good. Her heart had begun to pound with growing excitement. Instead of protesting, she moaned quietly, as if she were still in a sleepy fog. Then, she surprised herself when she lifted up slightly, allowing the hands to move under her breasts. She had to suppress a moan as the tips of Sally's fingers reached her nipples.

Sally thought she was going to pass out from excitement. Now, she could feel Sam's hot nipples under her fingers. It was the most incredible feeling she had ever felt in her young life. Suddenly, she desperately wanted to move her fingers further underneath Sam and capture the entire mounds of flesh in her hands, but feared that she would break the spell. So she contented herself with moving the tips of her fingers slowly back and forth across the rough surface of her now hard nipples. With each stroke, she could feel the nipples almost burning her sensitive fingertips. She had an almost overpowering urge to take Sam's breasts in her hands. Yet she hesitated, not willing to risk something so bold. When she figured she probably couldn't go any further, she leaned down to Sam's ear and whispered, "Would you like me to do your legs?"

Sam was relieved and strangely disappointed at her words and almost groaned in frustration. "Uh huh," she whispered quietly. She had been on the verge of lifting up and letting the girl's hands have complete access to her breasts. She couldn't believe how excited she had become from the hands of another woman.

Sally slid down Sam's legs and reached up for her sweat pants.

When Sam felt Sally's hands at the waist of her sweats, she realized that she might have made a big mistake. She hadn't even thought that she would have to take her sweats off. But, it was too late as she felt her sweats being pulled down her legs and off her feet.

"Ohhhh," Sally moaned quietly when she saw what she had unveiled. She knew that Sam had a good body but she hadn't expected this. Her heart began to race again as she stared at Sam's lower half. She had on a pair of pale pink panties that were tight and hugged her buttocks sensuously. One side had ridden into the crack, revealing the lower half of a perfect cheek. The backs of Sam's legs, all the way to her feet, were perfectly smooth and without a blemish. Sally was trembling as she stood staring at the beautiful older woman.

Then Sam felt Sally straddle her again, this time facing her feet, her buttocks just resting on her lower back. She could feel her eyes burning into her almost naked flesh. It seemed like it was a long time but was only seconds before she felt her lean forward and grasp one of her legs at the ankle. Sam moaned when she felt Sally's hands begin to work up her leg, kneading the flesh of her calf and then her thigh as she went.

By now, Sally could feel that the crotch of her panties was soaked. She hoped that it wouldn't soak through her sweats. Slowly, she worked the oil into the backs of Sam's legs until her fingers reached her buttocks. She thought briefly of moving her hand over the exposed cheek but controlled herself. Instead she reached down and pulled the panties from between her cheeks and pulled them tight. It was a casual gesture but one that made both women tremble inside. Then, as Sally leaned forward again to run her hands down her shining thighs, the front of her sweatshirt touched the oily surface. When she pulled back, she impulsively reached for her top and without asking permission, stripped it over her head, leaving her breasts free.

Sally had always been somewhat embarrassed by the size of her breasts. They were a full 34C on her rather small frame. Most of the time, she wished that she had smaller breasts and often tried to cover them up. However, they were very sensitive, especially the nipples. Her nipples had always been a source of some embarrassment. They weren't the more common "normal" round areolas and hard tips. Sally had what was referred to as puffies; instead of a hard tipped nipple, they were soft and smooth. The nipples were pale pink and covered almost half of her breasts. She wondered if that was why they were so sensitive. Sometimes she could bring herself off by just pinching the nipples or fantasizing about a female lover doing it for her.

Now as Sally leaned forward, her breasts hung free. When her hands reached Sam's ankles, her nipples touched the backs of the older woman's legs. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt the warm oil and Sam's soft skin touching the tips.

Sam felt it as well and realized with shock that the teenager's breasts were bare. When she opened her eyes, she saw Sally's top lying on the rug, confirming her suspicion. Now Sam felt juice dripping into her panties. That was quite a surprise for her, as she normally didn't lubricate very much. Larry often had to use a lubricant in order for sex not to be painful for both of them.

As Sally moved her body upward, her nipples dragged along the soft skin on the backs of Sam's legs. She could feel shocks of pleasure rippling through her body and directly to her vagina. Her eyes closed in pleasure and her breath came in gasps as she pressed her soft mounds of flesh to the strong thighs below her. Suddenly she began to tremble and her vagina pulsed. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her body trembled as she began to climax! She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her thighs quivered and she gasped for breath.

Sam's mind was reeling. She could feel the young girl trembling and hear little whimpers. It was obvious that she was having an orgasm. Her own vagina was pulsing but there wasn't enough contact to make her climax. Yet, her body tingled like she had never felt before. Then before she knew it, she felt the weight of Sally's body move off her as she got up. She opened her eyes and saw the young woman bend over to pick up her top. A little gasp caught in her throat as she saw Sally's oil coated breasts for an instant. They were pendulous and swung freely, and the nipples appeared positively huge.

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Kismet Ch. 11

Kismet is a wonderful chain story and I hope you find this chapter rewarding. If you're new to the chain, it's not too late to catch up, so slide back to Ch. 1 and get started! Enjoy! ~ Red

Merit frowned at her son as he confessed what she already knew - he had not yet called the Englishwoman to his bed. "Why do you hesitate?" she asked.

She had left her son's home hoping that he would take her words to heart. Bedding the Englishwoman would not guarantee he would make her his first wife, but it would still bring him a great ally when dealing with foreigners. When she returned two months later and had words with Tulay, she was disgusted by the slow actions of her son.

During the evening meal she had watched Hera and had seen the difference in the Englishwoman's behavior. Gone were the haughty airs and the superior attitude. She behaved like a subservient and had taken the time to not only learn and embrace their customs, but to do so with respect.

"My hesitation is because I have thought on your words," Ulvi said. "To take the Englishwoman as my wife means many things. Yes, she would be a calming presence to the women that the English bring with them. She will be able to relate to their wives and daughters, but if I take her it means I take only her."

Merit's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why do you think this? She would have no qualms about sharing you. I have seen her interact with the other women in the house; they welcome her now, even your most favored one, calls her friend, or at least behaves as if she trusts her."

"I see this too mother, but the Englishwomen have more say in the politics of man than we are led to believe. Do you really see their houses so different than our own? I am not a fool; I know the women plot behind the veils of their chambers." He laughed softly. "I may not know all their secrets, but I am not so young as to think I alone keep my estates running."

His mother said nothing. She knew he spoke the truth.

"Mother," Ulvi continued, "if I am to blend our two worlds then I must also embrace some of their customs. Do you see the wisdom in my words?"

She frowned; he smiled.

"If I were to take several wives, the Englishwomen that see my wife will frown upon her and that would not bode well for future dealings," he told her. "Let us finish the game, and then send me Tulay," Ulvi softly commanded.

Merit took a deep breath and sighed. "As you wish."

The conversation was steered away from Hera, though the woman was not far from either person's thoughts. After Merit kissed her son goodnight, she went in search of Tulay.

The young woman, favored by Ulvi, was sitting cross-legged with Hera. Merit watched as the two women laughed and teased each other. She cleared her throat, making her presence known. Both women rose and bowed in respect for their Master's mother. Merit eyed them both.

Tulay was eager and willing to serve her son; she would bare him many heirs, if he would make her one of his wives. Hera, was older in years and would likely only be able to bare him one, maybe two more children before her age was a hindrance. Taking one wife would cripple Ulvi's house, but the woven threads of power would support that weak frame.

If he took Hera as his wife, he would forever be tied to the Sultan's house, for the Sultan had made a special point of protecting the Englishwoman. Tulay's family, was insignificant, it was only her womb that had value. Taking one wife did not mean Ulvi could not lie with his other women and fill their bellies with his seed.

Merit smiled warmly at Tulay. "You are to prepare your protégé for your Master. She is to have a fresh shave and a deep cleansing of all orifices."

Tulay smiled wide and fought to stifle the joy in her heart. She turned to Hera, whom held an expression of shock and disbelief on her face.

"She is to wear the gold chains, nothing else. Lead her to his chambers, covered in a thick veil. Only she is to enter. You are to remain, out in the hall and rest at the foot of the door; he is not to be disturbed," Merit softly commanded. "Do you understand?"

Tulay nodded her head; her eyes were bright and full of excitement. Merit's eyes however held Hera's. Hera bowed, acknowledging that she too understood the weight of Merit's words. Tonight all that Tulay had worked for would come to fruition. She would lie with her Master and become in all ways, his lover.

Merit left knowing that her son, when he gazed upon the beautiful redhead, would hungrily take what Tulay had prepared for him. Tulay would be jealous of Hera's position advancing so quickly. She was young though and understood the workings of their people and the politics within the veils. She would accept Hera as her Mistress, or she would be replaced. Merit liked the young girl, but she loved her son and knew the future with the foreigners was to be nurtured carefully.

As soon as the Master's mother was no longer in view of the women, Tulay turned and wrapped her arms tight around Hera. She kissed her friend on the lips and pulled away; her excitement was intoxicating. Hera blushed, laughed, and slipped free of the young woman's embrace.

Tulay opened her arms and spun around in a circle. "It is happening Hera! He has seen you! He will know from your touch that you seek to please him and he will know that I have taught you."

Hera laughed softly. "Yes, he will. He will reward you greatly. I will tell him how hard you have worked, and he will know you are worthy of overseeing all his women."

"You do not sound pleased," Tulay said, noticing the laughter from Hera's lips had died, and her words had taken on a sense of sorrow.

"I am pleased for you. I am scared for me," Hera admitted.

Tulay's forehead became furrowed in confusion as she stared at the older woman. "But why? You have lain beneath a man before and I have told you our Master will not hurt you. Why do you fret? Have I failed in my teaching of you his likes and dislikes? Have I not told you how to suck his cock, to ride him, and have I not spent weeks preparing your tight virgin bud to accept him into its tight channel."

Hera blushed at the reminder of the lessons with the varying plugs that she had been forced to wear. Tulay had promised that with each rod, increasing in size, the muscles of her anal cavity would stretch. When their Master called for her and claimed the last untouched orifice she would be able to accept his full length and girth.

"You have done all that and more," Hera whispered. "I just hope he finds me pleasing and I hope I leave him praising your fine work."

Tulay shook her head. "You must see that he does! Hurry, let us prepare you. The blades are sharp and the baths will still be warm."

The women hurried together, their fingers clutched in a mixture of trepidation and excitement.

Hera allowed Tulay to pamper her. After she was thoroughly cleansed, shaved and her body rubbed with honey-oil, Tulay brushed her long red hair. Pearls were woven into the strands before she left Hera alone and went in search of the gold chain, Merit had spoke of.

As Hera waited, she tried to think about Ulvi and how over the past few months she had grown to desire him. She saw the pleasure on the harem women's faces when they reappeared after spending a night in his bed. Their words of his prowess had made her body tingle with jealousy and curiosity.

For several weeks she had caught him gazing at her and when their eyes met she had held his longer than she should have, yet he did not discipline her for her disrespect. Not once though had he ever conceded to her. Hera was always the one to lower her gaze and feel her skin grow pink from her boldness.

"I have returned and Merit had the chain already for me when I arrived at Seker's chambers," Tulay said as she walked toward Hera. In her hands was a small chest; she lay it on the table and opened it.

"And did our Chief Eunuch have much to say when you arrived?" Hera asked.

Tulay laughed. "Only that it was about time."

Hera chuckled softly. She stood in the center of her chambers while Tulay closed the distance between them. In her hand was a pile of thin gold that looked like a puddle of sunlight. Tulay lifted one end, held it between her fingers and allowed the chain to spill out of her palm. It dangled in the air; the end however became lost in a pool of gold on the floor.

The chain was not only one continuous rope of precious metal, but had longer chains attached to it. Each end had either a small hook or a small clamp. The hooked ends would catch a loop that could tighten or loosen the wearer's restriction. The inner jaws of the clamps were covered in velvet, so as not to mar the flesh of whoever was chosen to wear it.

Hera felt the warm caress of Tulay's hand as she reached up and began to work the chain around her neck. The end was hooked close to her throat, but not enough that Hera felt any restriction to her windpipe. The rest of the chain was left to hang between her breasts.

Tulay lifted two of the extended lengths to Hera's breasts and clamped each nipple with the gold toothed jaws. Hera whimpered softly, felt the weight of the gold and shuddered at the sensation pulling at her areoles. She licked her lips, as she watched Tulay slide down to her knees and take another long link of gold that hung from the main chain.

This piece was wrapped around Hera's hips. It was secured over the apex of her sex. More chains varying from six inches to ten inches in length hung from the one on her hips, and when she swayed, they moved with her.

Hera's instructor stepped back and stared in appreciation at the Englishwoman's transformation. She reached back into the box, and produced four narrow bracelets. These too were gold; each had the emblem of the house of 'Abbas engraved on them. Tulay quickly opened the bracelets and snapped them in place, one on each wrist, and one on each ankle.

Hera bit down on her lower lip as Tulay retrieved a long thick bolt of material; she draped it expertly over Hera's naked body so that only her eyes, hands, and feet could be easily seen.

"Are you ready?" Tulay asked.

The Englishwoman shook her head and took a deep breath. "I will do you proud," she whispered.

Tulay tilted her head in silent acknowledgement. "Let us go," she whispered, and together the two women left Hera's chambers.

One of the guards to Ulvi's chambers lifted a brow when he saw Tulay approaching with the Englishwoman. Though Hera was clothed and her visage hidden from their prying eyes, she was the tallest of all the harem women. The man lowered his eyes, and knocked softly on their Master's chamber door.

A gently spoken "enter" was heard and Tulay motioned for Hera to do so. She nervously glanced at her teacher before stepping over the threshold. The door swiftly but quietly, closed behind her.

The lighting in the room was mostly illuminated by the setting sun and a small handful of lanterns. Hera stood there, looking at her Master's back. She waited quietly for him to turn, acknowledge her and command her to please him. Though she had lain with a man before, and had given birth to Afsoon, she still felt the rolling pitch of an untried virgin fluttering in her belly.

She pressed her palm to her abdomen, a poor attempt to calm herself. After a quick prayer, she began to remove the vast amount of yardage that kept her covered. When she was done, the material lay at her feet.

Ulvi heard Tulay enter and disrobe. He looked down at his stiff rod. He had been thinking of the young girl and her experienced hands and mouth. His cock had grown hard, and his need demanding, but whenever he found himself thinking of the Englishwoman, his pulse raced and his chest tightened. Damn his mother, for making him think of Hera beyond the needs of his bed.

He wanted the redhead, yet he knew he was not ready to offer for her. His mother's words weighed heavily on him. When he turned to instruct Tulay, he almost cursed his mother again for her meddling. He knew that Merit had sent the woman to him.

Hera stood patiently as he took in her adorned figure. She'd obviously been led to believe that he had called for her. The scent of the most extravagant of all his oils wafted gently to him. His breath became lodged in his throat as she waited for him to speak.

The gold chains she wore, as well as the slave woman's bracelets, only added to what he had already known to be exquisite. He angled his head slightly to the left, as he approached his feminine adversary. His mother, he would deal with later, the redhead before him was expecting something from him -- something he wasn't ready to give.

"Hera, you do me a great honor in presenting yourself to me, but my mother has called you, not I," Ulvi admitted, deciding it was better to just be honest with the Englishwoman. She was, after all, formally educated and most likely to read a falsehood before it was finished spilling from a liar's lips.

He instantly saw the shock on her face, followed by the warm blush that showed her horror at the circumstances she was now in.

She cleared her throat. "My apologies, Master. Mistress Merit came to Tulay and I. She told us I was to be prepared for you. I will take my leave of you," she told him, turned and stepped up to the door.

The gold caught the light and once more Ulvi's eyes were drawn to her delectable form. His cock jerked and poised itself as if it could claim her without Ulvi's compliance.

"I have not given you leave," he softly whispered.

Hera stopped and waited. She kept her back to him, but felt him closing the distance between them. Her chest rose and fell in fear. One of his fingers skated up her spine. Her lower lip trembled as sparks shot out from each vertebra and danced along her veins.

"You have changed much, haven't you?" he asked. His hand moved to her hair; he ran his fingers through it. "You seem to have accepted your place here, yet I know from your heritage you find it difficult, don't you? The idea of sharing me with others -- or simply being with me at all - which alone disgusts you more?"

She turned to stare at him. Their eyes met; she saw the question in his gaze.

"Not at all," she told him.

"Not at all -- to what? The idea of sharing, or your disgust for me?" he asked.

"To both," she answered. "I will not be little you Master. You have never disgusted me, not truly. It was this place; this life you offered that I felt was beneath me."

"And now -now you see yourself on the same level as those you once deemed unworthy?"

Hera softly laughed. "No, I am beneath them, Master. The women in your harem honor me, simply by allowing me to breathe. I have not been kind to them. Tulay, has guided me and shown me how much of this life there is to embrace. She is a worthy young woman, one that has you and your house in your best interests. She would do anything, and has done all she can to make sure that you have ladies that are docile when needed. She even helped me in preparing myself for you and you should know that she lives only to serve you and..."

He lifted his hand to stop her praises.

She blushed, lowered her head and waited for him to speak.

"Tulay is a very good woman, and if she does all these things then I have not rewarded her properly. I will see to that in the morning. Are you truly here because you wish to be, or because my mother took it upon herself to place you here?"

He saw her hesitate and knew the answer. Ulvi closed his eyes and walked away. "You are dismissed, send me Tulay and..."

Ulvi turned.

"Master, I may have been brought here under false pretenses, but I do not wish to leave. Tulay has worked hard and to disappoint her would...," she lowered her gaze, "...to be with you would be an honor, and not for Tulay, but for me."

He eyed her cautiously.

"I have wanted to lay with you for several weeks and when your Mother called for me, I was scared and afraid, not because I feared your bed, but because I feared you would find me lacking," she admitted.

Ulvi walked over, cupped her chin and lifted her gaze to his. "I purchased you because you lack nothing." The pad of his thumb rubbed over her lips. They parted easily and he slipped his thick digit inside.

She licked the tip, and sucked on the warm flesh.

"I have wanted you from the first moment, and laid down several coins to bring you into my bed; you collapse from exhaustion and then spurn me. Now you stand here say I am want you want? My way of life, you now embrace?"

He drew his thumb out and ran the back of his hand over her cheek. His fingers caressed her flesh and followed the curve of her neck.

"Yes," she answered, seconds before his mouth settled on hers.

Ulvi tilted her head back so he could dive deeper into the recesses of her mouth. Her tongue tangled with his, as if a dam had been released and he was the source of freedom. He brought one hand around her waist and pulled her closer; the other remained at the back of her head where he could keep her tethered to his lips.

The kiss seemed to last an eternity. Their tongues twisted and swiped at each other. He bit on her lower lip, and then dove in for another hungry taste. She beckoned him with whimpers of encouragement, while her hands moved to release the tie of his robe.

He allowed her to free the sash and part the silk material. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, while their mouths began to explore one another's necks and shoulders.

Hera forgot everything that Tulay taught her and told her. She reacted on instinct and personal need. As she tasted the pulse of his throat, she stroked the hard tool of his sex. He groaned in appreciation, and pushed her back against the chamber wall.

She felt the bite of the gold as it became pressed between her ass and the dried clay, but the friction only added to her growing desire. She shoved back, welcoming the battle of strength.

Ulvi reached down and lifted her up. He would apologize later for making her first time with him so rough. The need to possess her and to feel her wrapped around his cock was too much.

Hera did not question, or hesitate. She wrapped her legs around his hips, felt the softness of his robe under her calves and thighs, and locked herself tighter around him.

"Take me into you," he told her.

She reached between them and drew his cock down her slit. The moisture pooled over his dickhead and slid down his shaft. She purred in delight as she felt the rod separate her labia. When the spongy head reached the opening to her pussy, Ulvi took over.

A solid upward thrust, copulated with him dropping her down onto his stiffened shaft, forced a cry of pleasure to rise up from Hera's chest. She called his name. He held her for a moment, relishing the feel of her tight entrance. He knew she was not a virgin and would not need to be handled with care -- not this first time.

Ulvi acted like a man who had been on the verge of starvation and Hera was his only source of nourishment. He lifted her up and forced her back down, over and over he used her. The wall became her bed, and his cock the tool that kept her from falling to the floor.

She grabbed him tight with her legs and arms. The teeth of the golden clamps, on her nipples, bit into her flesh. Her mouth found his and again their tongues dueled. When her body began to grow tighter around him, clamping his member as deep as it could, Ulvi knew she would explode on his manhood. He pumped faster, wanting to feel her release before he offered his.

When the hot splash of liquid silk cascaded over his cock, Ulvi's seed shot from his balls and up his shaft like a geyser of milky cream. Their juices mingled together; he pumped another volley of fluid into her womb and held her as the final shuddering of her own climax rolled through her.

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BY : HarleyQ
Category: -Multi-Age > Crossovers
Dragon prints: 1351
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR, The Hobbit, or any characters or works created by Tolkien. I only own the characters I have created. I make no money and do not profit from this what so ever.

They had finished breakfast. Thranduil crawled up on the blankets to the pillows and stretched out on his back under the canopy of trees. The sky now blue in the first light of the day. She wiggled in close and he covered her and himself in a warm blanket. More for her of course but he wanted to feel her against him. She lay her head on his chest and he watched the swaying of the branches overhead.

It was blissful to just lay there with her like this . In his forest and she able to relax within it. He began to drift off when suddenly her slight weight was gone. When He opened his eyes to see where she had gone He saw a small fluttering creature over head. He had to blink then focus in on it. It was her. Her dress on the blanket beside him .

She drifted up into the tree over head. Then landed on a branch ever so lightly. One small foot then the other. He sat up watching her curiously. A squirrel came to meet her . The fluffy tailed creature bigger than she .

She looked down to him . He was not upset nor worried . Her smile told him everything was ok . The squirrel turned and she followed it along the branch . He following her with his eyes. When they switched branches the squirrel would leap and she would fly to it. He had to get up and turn to watch them. The squirrel disappears into a hole in a large tree trunk and Juniper followed. He could see light from within the hole. It spilled out from it and onto the leaves and wood.

Within a few moments she was fluttering down from the tree . He watched the squirrel and 2 kits come from the hole and chatter at her . She doing circles in mid air and waving to them . His jaw had gone slack watching her fly . Then down she came. He held out his hand and she landed upon it . He just looked her up and down. It was her . Just so small.

" The mother had a problem with one of her babies. Its all better now." She explained but he was silent . " Thranduil?" Nothing just his bewildered look. She scowls and pushes her hands to his nose . " Thranduil!" he blinks and pulls his head back. She giggles at him. " Guess you aren't used to seeing me like this . If it bothers you I'll just..."

He coughs. " NO! no . You're fine I just . I didn't think you could be anymore beautiful but I was wrong. "

She blushes and turns around slowly then bows." Really though Its hard to interact with the big world like this though I can hide easily. Then again that's why I made such a good spy. " She wiggled her brows and he chuckles. " You never would let me see you though. Well up close. When you returned you were always ... Big."

He lowered to sit again . She fluttering from his hand then landing on it again. "I didnt want to show myself to everyone. You saw me in Hannibal's woods. You knew but everyone else Might not react so well. It took Elthian a bit to get used to it. Whew its still chilly." She fluttered from his hand to the blankets and crawls under them . Her shape growing then she peeks out from under them in her larger size. " I'll be small for you anytime You want. "

He pulled the blankets away and moved over her . They drifted down over him and her lightly pressed against her uplifted side. His lips finding her soft cheek. Then her ear. His warm tongue slowly and lightly trails from her lobe to the tip. She behind to squirm . Her hips grazing over his crotch.

" Wont the guards see us? " she whispered and he whispers back. " I don't care. After learning Elthian had watched us I stopped caring if they saw us. Maybe they will go home and create life with their wives. We do need more children."

She giggles " Oh and you will use me as the catalyst for their lusts?"

He grins. " Whatever it takes to grow the population love." She elbows him right in the gut and laughs " Ommph " He falls to his side. " I am wounded. " His hands on his stomach.

"Oh no!" she exclaims very over dramatically. " My king Let me see your wound. So I may heal you. " He was putting on a show of being in just so much pain as she got to her knees and began to pull his tunic off and over his head. "Show me where it hurt Your Highness."

He lay back and pointed to were she had elbowed him. " I believe this is going to require some serious intervention My Lord. " She reached up and bound his hands in his tunic " Don't move or I fear it will not work. "

He was trying not to grin but to looked pained. He ended up looking silly actually . She straddled one of his legs . Her small soft hands sliding down his chest . Her lips lowering to his belly where she would kiss tenderly . He lifts his head and she lifts hers. " Do not move You are my patient and you must obey the healer." He drops his head back down "Sorry." He said then pursed his lips together to stifle his laugh.

She continued to kiss over his stomach . Little fingers work the laces of his leggings loose. Her lips only leaving his flesh to tug them down and over his hips . She worked them down to his ankles . She sliding back to peel the away . Her hands gather her hair back as she kneels at his feet.

He lifts his head to watch her . Her flesh was golden in hue now. Her small breast lifting with her arms. Pink nipples plumped up and erect. His eyes drifting down over the flat of her stomach and her tiny waist. The gentle flair of her hips. The hairless flesh between her slightly parted thighs and the slit that show just a hint of pink flesh with how she knelt. She notices him and snaps her fingers and points. "Head down." He lay back. Her hair bound with a twist of a long strand of her hair pulled free of the rest .

Her hands start at his calves. Messaging their way along them . Fingers working the muscles . She pushes his legs wider apart. He could feel her breath against one of his thighs. Then the warmth of her tongue against it. Her hand on the opposite thigh messaging it until her lips and tongue press to it and her hand was now on the other. He closes his eyes and just focuses on this. Her mouth, her tongue. The way her hands touch him. How she inches higher then then the flick of her tongue over his heavy balls. His legs tense and his lips parted with a soft moan.

His own body hairless but for his head and eyebrows. She licked over his balls now a bit more intensively . She loved his more masculine scent. Spicy and musky. She loved crawling into his clothes basket when Ninnel wasn't looking . She teased him but never touched his growing flesh. Tasting and nibbling at sensitive places and watching him throb and swell . His hips began to squirm just slightly and that was when her soft warm lips found the tip . Pressing to it for a soft kiss. His lips part with a louder gasp. He forcing his hands to remain where she had put them.

Gently her lips surround the head . He was large and her mouth was small . She could suckle the head though and swirl her tongue around it . Slowly and when it pressed to the underside his hips jerked and his legs trembled. Finally her small fingers pressed to the shaft. Her lips traveling down as far as she could get them without gagging herself . Her saliva running down the shaft . She sucked and moved her head . Lips dragging from mid shaft to the tip again . Her fingers glide from the base to meet her lips. His hands moved and she stopped . Her lips pulling away her hand slowly stroking.

"Hands down do not interfere with the healers treatment." She scolded and He dropped them back to the blanket. "This is getting hard to remain still My love. " She cleared her throat. " Healer. " She corrected. He panting . "Sorry, my healer."

He was rather enjoying this naughty healer game she had concocted. Her lips returned to his flesh . Now more eagerly . Her hand working the shaft slickened with her saliva. She was aware of how his body was reacting . His legs would tremble . His hips would try and lift . Her hands pushed them firmly down and with the threat of her stopping he struggled to not lift them.

She was feeling everything he was as well. When he would get close to orgasm she backed off. The tensing of his body relaxed then and then after a few moments she began sucking his flesh eagerly . Her hands working the parts she could not fit in her mouth and after several moments of this He was beginning to whimper and cry.

"Please please healer please do not stop." She of course stopped. He was so excited his heart was racing and he was conflicted about moving his hands . Wanting to so badly wanting to end his suffering but knowing she would stop and probably end this moment made him endure and this was so interesting to her.

She was beginning to become very aroused herself. "Your being a very bad patient My Lord maybe I should end this . " She said in a stern voice ." No by the stars please do not . Please. " He cried. Her lips lowered again and sucked enthusiastically . Sliding down even to the point she would gag and that made him crazy . His head rolling side to side . She felt him swelling . His balls tensing again but this time she did not back off or stop.

His teeth grinding together. The conflicting feelings of not knowing if she would stop or not . His toes curled when he could no longer hold back and he growled loudly into the forest . His release hard and heavy the thick hot seed splattering over her tongue and she tastes him for the first time . Salty sweet and not unpleasant she pumps his shaft until just droplets would ooze from the tip and finally her lips pulled from and her hand slides away.

She rested back against her heels and watched him. His body shaking from head to toe. He looked so beautiful in the moments after. Trying to catch his breath. The way the twitching muscles would eventually slow and he lie still but for his deep ragged breaths. His hair splayed out about his head like the rays of the sun .

She giggles a bit then says quite seriously . " I think the treatment was successful. " His eyes rolled open and looked to her before narrowing . He unwinding his tunic from his wrists . His gaze took on a different meaning now . He looked at her like she was a meal and he was starving .

"Thranduil?" She said softly as he began to sit up .

" That was quite evil of you my little Pixie" He hissed at her.

" It was all in good fun My love. " She explained.

" Oh yes it was quite... Fun." He growled and she scoots back . "Oh no no my dear . " He reached out quickly and snatched her wrist up into his large hand and pulled her roughly to him . Her naked body crushing against his. His hand on her throat holding her there as his lips meet hers. The thoughts of struggling quickly faded . That kiss melted her on the spot . His tongue sliding past her lips . He tasting himself upon them.

Despite his release his flesh did not soften. He was hard and throbbing . She had ignited deep seated desires in him . Ones he often choked down her for sake . Thinking them far too much for her but today she had unlocked that door. He turned her around and forced her head to the blankets . His large hand pressing down against the side of her head firmly. Her ass tried to lower and His slap her rounded cheek very hard . Making a loud popping sound followed by her gasp .

"Leave it high and do not move it. " He commanded . She was small and easy to hold down . His fingers of his free hand slide up her inner thigh and into the heat of her sex. Finding her pink petals already damp and as his fingers delve deep to find her entrance soaking wet.

"My My , The little healer seems to be ready for me already . " Her eyes widen . Her lips parted with her cries. She felt hard thick flesh running along her slit . The thick round head pressing against her . He growls at how tight she is . Though slick with her need her body tried to deny him entry.

Her knees lifted a bit from the blankets and her hands grasp the blanket and curl into it . Then with a near scream from her the head pops into the intensly tight heat of the Pixies small form stretching her to take it . His fingers leave her head then curl in the thick mass of her make shift pony tail and pulls her head up forcing her to arch .

He sensed no fear in her if he had he would have stopped . No this was more excitement and arousal mixed with curiosity. Her tiny slit stretched around him. Her clit being drug against the veiny flesh over and over . He sinks in as deep as he can get . Never able to work those last few inches inside.

He pulls back and looks down at himself shimmering with her need . It a marvel she could take him at all. His hips working back and forth his stomach muscles rolling with the fluid motions . Her body helpless before him . Her sex tenses around him every thrust an struggle of holding onto his spear then taking it . Her elbows under her supporting her . Small breast bouncing each time he thrust into her. She was screaming . Literally screaming with her lust .

Her body worked into a frenzy she had never been so wet . Her sweet nectar dripping down her quivering thighs. She grew painfully tight around him . The walls around him spasming . His heavy balls slap against her and he growls . His hand releasing her hair. His hands on her hips pulling her to him then holding her in place as He empties himself within her . Pulling almost out then sliding back in slowly . He does this again and again . More mingled juices pour down her thighs . The finally He pulls free of her and pulls her to him . Her back pressing to him . He kisses her shoulder then her neck before laying her down gently and turning her to her back . He between her parted wet thighs.

Her eyes were closed and she was riding the heights of her orgasm. He lowers down between her thighs . His tongue licking at his release and hers . Their mixed flavors a delight . Sweet petals now puffy and more red . Her pearl pulsing and engorged . As he licks the wetness from her, he watches how her sex responds to being taken roughly . His fingers parting the petals and watching her entrance constricted back down to just a small circle of flesh. Her body still a marvel to him. No matter how much he takes her she is always small and tight as she was the first time.

His tongue softly slides along the slit now. Soothing in its long slow licks. Each one coating his tongue . Her heart beat would calm. Her gasps for breath eased and his tongue stopped licking at her core. His body moving to lay beside her. She was drifting back to him now. He whispered "I love you. " Over and over into her ear and pressed kisses to her soft cheek. She caresses his cheek and looks to his icy eyes. Her gaze warm and filled with love .

Soon he rose and scooped her up into his arms and begin to carry her through the forest. Free and naked . It had been more centuries than he could remember since he had done this. The temperature of the forest had risen since they had started their kinky love making .

"I have another surprise." He whispered into her ear. Her bodying being lowered down her small feet pressing to a warm rock . When she opened her eyes she saw steam drifting from a pool of water. He steps off into it and holds out his hands for her. "Come on its a hot spring. This one is my favorite . There a several that dot the forest. Its safe I had Elthian check . "

She leaned into his arms and He moved a bit deeper into the water . She clings to him as the warm water rises. An soon he was sitting on a smooth rock under the surface the water up to his chest . His hair floating on the surface. She straddled his thighs . The warm water washing away the evidence of their passion . She reaches up to fully free her own golden mane.

She began to feel rejuvenated and her aches and soreness faded. " This spring is strong with the magic of the forest. " He said softly. " There is one that runs deep in the palace . It is large and very very hot. There is a mechanism like the wheel of a mill and many buckets . It brings water up and that fills a cistern . The cistern feeds several more smaller ones and that is where the hot water comes from. The water is so hot down there you can boil eggs in it . The ones here at the surface though are just right to soak in ." She listened to the sound of his voice . It was deep and smooth . She could just listen to him for hours and she often did when he would read to her. Her small fingers caressed his cheeks and they stared into each others eyes.

"Promise me we can come out here at least once a week . Ok twice a month once a week may be too much . " He laughs softly and pulls her close and embraces her .

" I can try for once a week but do not be hurt if I can not keep that promise but for sure at least once a month but I will always strive for more. You know this spring is even hot in the winter. We can come here then."

She lays her head on his shoulder and smiles . She felt so happy and blessed in those moments. " I would like that . "

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Barefoot Trampling

Mistresses trampling their slaves

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Mistress Tatjana and mistress Nikki were pissed at the way in which this guy demanded for a threesome from them. They were pissed and had to punish him. The mistresses cruelly used bare feet to trample guy at the same time from head to toe and he felt pain especially when his nuts were crushed. He did not ask for a threesome again as he feared a repeat of the punishment and humiliation.

Madame Marissa was out to trample this guy and make sure that he felt pain and that he changed. The mistress felt that the best way to do it was to use pain to do it. So she used her bare feet to trample him and warned that she would use her high heels to trample him. He knew she was dead serious and that is how he took her seriously.

This guy was too irresponsible for lady Phoenix and her friend to ignore. They felt that they had to do something about it and they did. The mistresses went out of their way to trample the guy and crush him cruelly. He had been oblivious to his irresponsibility but the mistresses made him do what they wanted and that is how he learned to toe the line and be a responsible person.

This guy was a snob and mistress Zephy was not pleased. She knew that she had to act for him to stop that behavior and she did. The mistress used her bare feet to trample him and teach him a lesson. She felt that the humiliation he got gave him a new perspective and he would not want to have issues with her going forward so he would change his ways.

Mistress Elodie wanted a tough boyfriend and that is why she chose to trample this one. She did it because she did not want him to be soft and a sissy since part of his role was to provide security. So she trampled him to make him toughen up and when she was done with him after a few weeks, she made him go and workout to increase his muscle strength.

Mistress Bea, mistress Beth and mistress Misty were playing outside when this guy saw them and he made sexually suggestive remarks. The mistresses glanced at each other and nodded without talking. He thought they liked what he had said. So when they invited him to their house, he went quickly thinking he was going to have a foursome. But it did not happen. The mistresses got him into the house and they trampled him painfully for fun.

This girl was supposed to pay mistress Stella but he did not have the money. She thought long and hard about it and since she knew the girl was broke and was not about to get money any time soon, she decided to humiliate him instead of getting money from her. She used her bare feet to humiliate him and she crushed his stomach painfully before she told her to leave.

Mistress Maya hates being laughed at. Her slaved committed the sin of laughing at her for something she did not know. Instead of correcting her, he laughed at her. Mistress Maya was with her friend mistress Teodora and the two of them taught the slave a lesson he will never forget. They trampled him on the couch as punishment and if his cries of pain and pleas for mercy were anything to go by, he learned his lesson.

Mistresses Meg and Britney were pissed that this guy wanted to have a threesome with them. They had never imagined trying something like that and they felt insulted. They had to punish the guy and teach him better manners so they crushed him using their bare feet and made him enjoy the pain of it all. They did it together at the same time to make it even more painful for him.

Mistresses Meg, Britney and Maddy are amateur mistresses. They wanted to practice trampling fetish and become pros and they did it at the expense of this guy. The mistresses had him lie down and crushed on his chest using their bare feet and even jumped on him. It was cruel and brutal but that is how they wanted it. The guy did all he could to endure the pain the mistresses inflicted on him.

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Do you have 'erotic capital'?

| May 1, 2012, 12.00 AM IST
Do you have 'erotic capital'?Do you have 'erotic capital'?
According to Dr Catherine Hakim, a sociologist at the London School of Economics, women have a secret weapon in their possession, which can trigger a sexual revolution putting men on the back foot. It is called erotic capital.

What's erotic capital?
Hakim describes it as a combination of beauty, social skills, good dress sense, physical fitness, liveliness, sex appeal and sexual competence. She says some women are born with it and they can use their erotic capital to their advantage. People who possess an above-average amount of erotic capital are more persuasive, are often perceived as honest and competent. They find it easier to make friends, get jobs, get married, and tend to earn 15 per cent more on average as well. Erotic capital should be recognised as a new fourth category of personal asset which each of us possess to some degree (along with economic, cultural and social capital), argues her paper published in the European Sociological Review.

Can it pay rich dividends?
Nilofar Ansh, a media executive, slams the claims, "Such theories cannot be generalised or applied to the larger population. Women in power or positions of influence/ authority don't have all or a combination of all the factors that Dr Catherine lists. Also, her claim that it is men who need sex more than women is dubious at best."

New age BS?

Justin Dias, a software engineer, adds, "You should be worth the effort you put in your work, not how you look or how you flirt with others. That should not determine your success. That's like saying someone who does not look good will not make it big."

Whereas someone who looks good, flirts around but has hardly any skill will make it big. If a woman wants to flaunt her body, that's her choice, but using that to get ahead when they can't do the job they are supposed to do is wrong." He reasons, "Why do we work at all then? Why not just concentrate on looking good?

Being sexy will get you success?

Clinical psychologist and traumatologist Dr Seema Hingorrany debunks the claims and adds, "While erotic capital may sound like a glamourous and nouvelle vague approach to exhibit beauty over brains first, it may not necessarily be the only way to position oneself in a higher hierarchy in the economic world.

It is most certainly exigent in today's world for women to present themselves on a far more flamboyant and formidable scale as compared to before, however it is foolish to presume that only their beauty, social skills, good dress sense, fitness appeal, charming personalities and sexual competence will work to their favour always. A healthy balance is the key to reach a successful end result and thus while it's profound to focus on outward appearance, mannerisms and overall presentation of oneself it is also equally prominent to know deep within that sincerity and dedication to reproduce promising results with work is just as vital."
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