I awoke with a start, as Tina squirmed under me. At first
I was confused and disoriented, but Tina kept up her squirming and finally I
came fully awake as awareness of my surroundings came back.
"Good morning." Tina's voice was bright and
clear, "Your going to be late for your AM appointment with Toni."
Tina squirmed and bucked a bit more just to be sure she
got through.
"What time is it?" I asked Tina.
"How am I supposed to know?" She replied,
"I'm tied to this bed, there's no clock here, and there are no windows to
see if it's morning or not. Flow indicates you are supposed to go to one of the
legal breeders. NOW."
Finishing with a shout.
When I finally put together what Tina was saying I,
sprang from the bed and dashed to the hall. The sky outside was still dark but
many of the dwellings far below were showing smoke and lights. Flow was
correct, I was late.
As I came back to the gallery, Flow, that wonderful old
deaf, dumb, illiterate, relic of a woman brought my skirt to me. She shook her
incredible head at me, and pulled me to the bed where Tina lay exposed to the
room and helpless.
Tina spoke said these few words with force,
"First, you are a prisoner here in this Tower, and
then you took me prisoner. I want you to know it was Flow who came to awaken
you. It is her you owe your debt to, not me."
"Second, last night you took your frustration out on
me. That's what I'm for, if that's what you desire."
"Third, never again forget that Flow is both deaf
and dumb. She cannot bear witness against you for what is happening here, but
neither can she be expected to bear witness for you."
"Fourth, never leave me for your duties on the floor
below without bathing, it will be your downfall. To your waiting lover below,
you will smell like a man who has just come from another woman's bed,
mine."
"Now go and bathe quickly, then run to your new
lover, and when you are done come lay with the woman you choose to abuse,
me."
I walked from the gallery, bathed in record time and ran
to the room of this mornings duty. Toni.
*** *** *** *** ***
When I arrived at Toni's chambers she was dead to the
world. I undressed and slid between her bed sheets without so much as a stir or
sound from the Raven haired woman, who the night before had accused me of
injuring her friend and companion, Debbie.
I lay beside her sweet smelling womanhood and filled my
head with intoxicating odor. Slowly at first, then softly ever so softly I
caressed her body as she stirred under my touch. She rolled to her back and
stretched like a cat, as she responded to those latent instincts she had never
used. Her body was smooth and silky to touch and her skin fairly rippled in
response to my touch.
As I caressed, kissed, and rubbed her in her early
morning sleep, her face showed me she was dreaming deeply. My hands touched her
slowly, sliding all over her responsive body, from stem to stern. As I busied
myself with her thighs and knees, she moaned contentedly and I watched as her
hips started a small grinding motion. As I worked my way to her feet, her
reactions to my touch became more and more intense; her hips began to strain,
as they thrust themselves forward then back.
By the time I reached her feet, her breathing was
beginning to rasp a bit in her throat as my hands and fingers did their work on
her olive skin. I was impressed as she responded to my attention to her body as
naturally as any woman whose sexuality is firmly understood by herself.
I slowly returned the distance up her legs to her knees,
and then along her thighs to her hips on my way to her waist, stomach, breasts,
throat and on to her neck and head. By the time I was returning down her body
and had titillated her breast until the nipples were bursting in their erect
and stimulated responses, Toni was breathing heavily, her body was glistening
with her sweat. Her full hips were swinging in time to the rhythm of her own
bodies desire.
I crossed and re-crossed her stomach, watching the
ripples it made in response to my touch; in waves, like the belly dancers of
Cairo. Her hips began a staccato sort of doubled bump as I moved across her jet
black pubic patch and slipped my fingers down either side of her vagina and
gently pulled and pushed on the hooded covering over her clitoris trigger.
When I did that she moaned loudly for the first time and
her eyes began to flutter, as she began to be aware of her condition. I gently
continued my slow deliberate arousal of my mornings sexual encounter and she
rolled her head from side to side as her legs parted on their own. I gently and
smoothly dipped the tips of my fingers into her steamy wetness and was met by
the slight raising and spreading of her legs, as her body accepted and encouraged
the contact and stimulation of my hands, fingers, and lips.
I knew that she was in my control when her hands cupped
her breasts and rubbed them hard, as her hips sought to impale her on my
fingers without reserve. I reached up and took a nipple between my fingers,
rolling it back and forth between them as the pressure of my fingers slowly
increased.
While my right hand was busy abusing her left nipple, my
left had began to freely dip into her inner depths and bring forth much of the
thick, slick moisture a woman produces for lubrication of her vagina and
surrounding areas. As I dipped into her honey pot I began to drag my fingers
closer and closer to the hair trigger, just by the entry to her interior, and
soon she was gasping as her body reacted to the overload that comes with direct
contact of her miniaturized penis with a foreign object such as a mans finger
or penis.
Toni was awake now, and as I turned my eyes to her face I
could see she was in the midst of a battle for control, a battle she was losing
and knew it. I stayed my hands for a moment and watched her face which was
raised so she could see me at her gates of heaven. I softly blew on her clit,
then touched her pussy with my tongue, slipping it between the lips, slowly
sliding it across the now engorged and erect clit.
My breath on it had caused her to watch helplessly as her
hips had thrust themselves at my face and her legs pulled themselves apart,
opening the folds of skin around her cunt a fraction more when they did. But
when my tongue reached that swollen telegraphic sender, she screamed as her
body opened itself to my touch and her hips thrust her dripping cunt full onto
my face.
When her body did those things, my tongue was driven as
deep as it would go into her cunt, and at the same time my nose came down on
her code key with instant and irreversible results.
Toni's neck threw her head back into the pillow and her
body arched up to meet whatever there was to meet. Her hips started humping my
face and it was her, not me, that set up and maintained the rhythm of contact
between her ultra sensitive clit and my face. Her body quickly found the motion
for her hips, that slid her clit down the ridge of my nose, then dropped to my
mustache, lips, and chin on the down stroke and reversed the order of contact
on the up stroke.
The effect of the up stroke as her clit ran into the end
of my nose was explosive; she was lost in her first climax in seconds.
By the time she was done with my face, I was coated with
the juices of her cunt and she had all but broken my nose off my face as her
body used it as the point of reference while the orgasm lasted.
When I again looked up at her face, all I could see were
the well formed breasts she had in her hands and was still kneading with
considerable force. As I rose above her and looked down at her body, she was
covered in rivulets of sweat, which ran freely across its every surface. As I
moved myself between her legs and guided my cock to her pussy, she was still
humping strongly, so I held my ridged cock and slowly advanced it until her
body slid her pussy up and down the head
In just a few strokes the head had split her lips and the
motion of her hips brought her trigger down on my cock with some force. She
exploded at the contact and her voice was a ear shattering primitive release as
she snapped her head forward to see what was happening.
Toni's body was in full control now, and she stared in
disbelief as she saw it was her, not me that was doing the motion and causing
the contact which her body reacted to with more motion for more contact. She
finally noticed it was her own hand that were abusing her breasts, and then she
finally surrendered herself to the feelings and let her body have its way with
her.
As soon as she gave in to the feelings her legs spread
themselves high and wide as her hips rocked her pussy on and off my stationary
cock. By the time she again looked at me and then down at was happening to her
cunt, her body had established a rhythm, and her hips humped her on and off my
cock with no help from me except, to hold still in space so when her hips came
up to me they knew where her vagina would find my rod.
As her action began to increase in scope, the head of my
cock was dragged out of her dripping love canal along her center line, and as
her hips came to the bottom of their stroke, her clit again began to strike my
cock. For the third time she sent herself over the edge as I held my cock where
her body could find it as it pleased. It pleased to find it at every possible
juncture.
Toni again split the air, as her body split itself on my
cock. Soon I dropped my body over hers and moved in just a bit, now my cock was
trapped in her and her body began to search for another motion that would bring
it into the electrifying contact it wanted with her clit.
I slowly moved forward and changed the angle my cock
entered her cunt, I was able to look into her face and ask her if I was hurting
her. She opened her mouth but I never heard an answer because just at that
moment her body found a point of contact as my cock ran more and more
vertically into her pussy.
As soon as the desired contact was established Toni was
gone for the duration. In her place was an unleashed desire, as her clit rubbed
up and down my cock and her body simply shut her mind own with the sensory
overload. I guided her hands to her knees and she instantly applied the
strength of her arms to her legs as she raised them to her armpits and rolled
her pelvis forward, her bodies open invitation to mine.
Mine accepted.
In the space of time it takes to fire a rifle, I was on
Toni and riding deep in her groove. Her hips tossed me about, as her body found
the release of desire and passion it was searching for. Toni climaxed for the
fourth time, when her body found my cock deep inside it. She was panting madly
as her body again changed it's motion and began working my cock like a pro.
My climax shook me to the core as I emptied myself into
her vagina. Her uterus must have been drowning in my sperm-laden semen as she
slowly relaxed and collapsed in exhaustion of having just brought herself off
four times in succession and then gone on to accept me into her depths and
bring me to climax while all I did was hang on for the ride.
Im-fucking-pressive!
Toni took it well, and as I caressed her panting, sweat
covered body, dipping into her pussy and bringing forth the combined nectar of
our juices, she convulsed in shock after shock of the aftershocks of sex. She
drifted for a while in the half light of fulfillment, then slept.
In her body the countless sperm continued what we had
started and entered her cervix as they plowed towards the egg in her. By the
time Toni woke to the world, she was with child.
I laid with her for a while, then gently left for my apartments,
and food, but most of all, bed.
*** *** *** *** ***
Flow knew when I would be coming up the stairs. She also
knew every other thing I wanted, or thought. Flow was clairvoyant. Flow was my
salvation.
She met me at the door with just the right thing to make
me whole again. This time it was my robe, and a drink. She would smile that
knowing smile of hers even when I wouldn't admit to anything going on. She got
me to the bed in the gallery, and put me on my slave. Tina accepted me covered
with the smell and slime of the others without question. She was always ready
to talk or listen, and she always was ready to screw.
On this day Flow took me to Tina and turned back her
wraps for me. Tina, bound to the bed, always had a way to move that cradled my
like a baby. When I was with her I could sleep forever and she was always able
to wake me for my next lover, sending me to whoever it was ready to make the
cunt scream for it.
If Flow was my salvation. Tina was my deliverance and
resurrection.
Tina was my private whore whom I could abuse and use as I
pleased. I pleased, and I pleased. I pleased them all. All, except Tina and I
used her, abused her, and she always was ready for another screwing. She never
refused me, and her pussy was always flowing profusely. I used it as I pleased
because it pleased me so well when I did.
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