Don Meets Pamela, the administrator of the rings.
In 13 parts, By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
Sitting down next to them, furthest from the throne, and next to Nicole, Don asked, "Have I missed anything?"
"Well," Nicole leaned over and pointed, "see that little woman there?" She indicated a truly tiny woman, who had long light brown hair, in an unruly mane, relatively long legs, and who seemed vaguely Mediterranean to Don. She was riding up and down on the cock of an athletic guy not too far from the foot of the stairs. "While you were gone, three different guys have come and gone. She was giving blow job after blow job and each one came on her face and tits."
"Nice," Don smiled.
"Right?" Nicole grinned as her hand slipped into Don's lap and began to idly caress his cock. Looking down he saw that her other hand was already busy between Stephanie's legs.
"And see that cute young thing over there," Nicole nodded, drawing Don's attention to a girl with short hair who seemed to be Japanese or Korean, and no older than the Nymphets. She was wrapped around a tall, black guy who was standing, holding her ass in hands as he raised her and lowered her on his cock. "A minute ago, there was another guy behind her, Oh, here comes another one!"
Don watched as a tall, fit Asian guy with quite a few tattoos came up behind the young girl and seemed to begin fucking her ass. The girl seemed quite happy to be sandwiched there, and Don couldn't help remembering back to the Disco in the Manor when he had been behind Shelonda in a similar situation. He noticed that his cock was very hard in Nicole's hand. He decided it was time he returned the favor.
Don turned to Nicole, who met him halfway with an open mouth. As they kissed, Don's hand moved up the inside of her smooth thigh to her moist labia. Nicole twisted around to give him easier access, and Don's fingers slipped up inside her.
"Oh, it's about time!" Stephanie laughed, as she turned to get in on the fun. As Nicole leaned back against her, so that Don could get down between her legs, Stephanie proceeded to kiss the side of Nicole's neck and reach around to tease her dark nipples.
Soon, Nicole was arching her back as Don's tongue focused on her clit and his fingers moved in and out of her eager cunt, and Stephanie sat on her face, grinding down on Nicole's now very talented tongue. Both Don and Nicole were diligent and soon both women had intense orgasms, but Don wanted to make Stephanie come too, so the women happily switched places. Don dipped his tongue into Stephanie's slippery, moist folds, as Nicole positioned herself over Stephanie's mouth.
Intent as he was upon giving Stephanie her second orgasm, Don didn't notice that a rather large man had come up to stand in front of Nicole, who responded by sucking happily on the cock that was offered her. It was only when Stephanie had stopped writhing under his ministrations, and Don got up to move into fucking her, that Don saw the man in front of Nicole. Right away he noticed the stereotypical royal robes and the crown on the man's head.
Don had no idea what the etiquette of this situation demanded, but his majesty seemed happily occupied at the moment, and Don was the only one of his group who hadn't come yet. So, with a shrug and a smile, Don reached down and pushed himself into Stephanie's waiting cunt. She kept licking Nicole's cunt and clit as Don shoved himself deep into her, fucking her intently, needing to come. Don found himself admiring Nicole's back and cute ass as much as Stephanie's thin, muscular body and heaving tits. Then Stephanie's exquisitely talented cunt was pulling him deep into a shuddering orgasm, his cock pumping cum deep into her. Don clenched, shook, and trembled there, slowly catching his breath.
Then Nicole was trembling between Stephanie's mouth and the regal stranger's cock as her second orgasm had its way with her little body. The man Don had assumed was the king held Nicole's head in place as she shook and groaned.
"Oh, yes! Very nice!" the big man smiled. He slowly stepped back, and then said, "Normally, sex up here isn't allowed, but you three looked so nice, and your mouth so inviting, my dear, that we made an exception. We're allowed to do that, of course."
Don had gently withdrawn from Stephanie, as Nicole also carefully moved off her face.
"Your majesty, King of the Crimson Mountain?" Don asked as he helped Stephanie to her feet.
"Yes, that would be me, or we," the man chuckled. He was about six and a half feet tall and rather broad, not fat, but just built quite solidly. He had red hair, naturally, and Don was a bit surprised to note that his cock seemed a bit smaller than Don's.
The king moved over to his throne and sat down, slouching back in it almost immediately. "You should really go down and join the party now, though," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
"But I believe we have come to see you, your grace," Don said quickly.
"And see us you have," the king nodded.
"Well, yes, but, "
"Your majesty," Stephanie said, after wiping some of Nicole's wetness off her face, "we have come seeking rings."
"Rings?"
"Yes, majesty," Stephanie nodded, "black rings that let people come and go at will."
"My pretty young lady," the king laughed, "you don't need rings for that. You may come and go as you will now."
"But these are rings that enable one to leave Eros and come back," Stephanie smiled, apparently not in the least troubled by the king's evasion.
"Why would anyone want to leave Eros?" the king asked. "We don't even need to leave our pleasure dome often, and never leave our beautiful hall."
"Well, your majesty," Don tried, "we have friends outside Eros and we would like to see them again."
"Silly man," the king laughed. "You should seek to bring your friends here. We are sure they would enjoy our pleasure dome. It is, after all, a dome of pleasure."
"That it is," Don nodded, not sure how to proceed. "But how can we bring them back here if we can't leave Eros to get them and then come back?"
"Oh, we're afraid we have no idea," the king shrugged.
Stephanie decided on a somewhat more direct approach. She stepped up to the throne and leaned forward in front of the king, taking his mostly-erect cock in her hand and beginning to slowly pull on it. Don was a bit distracted by his view of Stephanie's long, firm legs and her tight as, as well as her cunt, from which some of Don's cum was slowly leaking. Stephanie smiled and said, "Your majesty, do you know anyone who might know about such rings?"
"Well," he smiled, "we do know an awful lot of people. We meet many, many people here." He was obviously enjoying what Stephanie was doing to him and was definitely enjoying the view of her breasts.
"Have some of those people come here before us, looking for rings?" she smiled.
"It's possible," the king nodded, "a long time ago."
Stephanie began to slowly crawl up on the throne, straddling his lap. She leaned in close and asked, "Do you remember what you told them or what they did?"
"Hum," the king frowned, his eyes never leaving Stephanie's tits. Slowly he raised his hands to them.
"Think carefully, your majesty," she rubbed the head of his cock between her labia, teasing her clit with the spongy tip. Don's cum was coating the king's cockhead. She said, "It's very important."
"Well, we do recall that we are supposed to ask something, " the king murmured as his hands squeezed her tits, and he pinched her nipples.
"Uh, that feels nice," Stephanie murmured, while continuing to tease herself and the king with what she was doing with his cock. "What were you supposed to ask?"
"We are supposed to ask if you know the secret," the king said quietly.
"The secret, eh?" Stephanie smiled. She pushed the king's cock up inside her at last, sinking down on him in one motion. Don and Nicole could clearly see quite a bit of Don's cum being pushed out of Stephanie's cunt to run slowly over the base of the king's cock and his balls. Stephanie leaned forward and kissed the royal mouth, and then began to grind herself against him. For several long minutes, as Don and Nicole just stood there watching, hands idly touching themselves, Stephanie just rode the king's cock, giving him a royal lap dance. The view of her tight, muscular ass and the bottom of the king's fat cock disappearing into her cunt was quite erotic. Finally, he was pushing up in his throne, groaning, and pumping his cum into her, where it mingled with what was left of Don's and began to run out over his balls. Stephanie smiled, kissed him on the forehead and then leaned in to whisper something in his ear.
The king smiled, laughed, and said, "Why didn't you say so? Come right this way!"
"What did she say?" Toshia wanted to know.
"I didn't hear," Don said a bit coyly.
"You didn't ask?"
"I did, but she wouldn't tell me. I eventually figured it out, but that's for later," he smiled smugly.
"Annoying," Toshia scowled, "but fine, go on."
With sudden energy, the king lifted a rather startled Stephanie off his lap and set her down. All his former apparent ennui was gone as he swept out of his throne and started down the elevated walkway. They quickly followed him back to the circular sofa in the middle of the vast chamber.
"Sit here and don't get up," the king commanded.
They hurried to obey, and then Stephanie started to ask, "Now what, ?" but was cut off by the realization that the couch was rather swiftly rising through the air.
"Oh hell!" Nicole gasped, reminding Don how much she hated riding the flying carpet.
"A bit of warning would have been nice," Don laughed nervously. He looked up again and saw that there seemed to be an opening in the apex of the dome, directly above them. Don fervently hoped it was an opening, since the flying couch didn't seem inclined to stop or even slow down before getting that high.
The others saw what was happening and seemed to be coming. By the time they reached the ceiling they were all holding each other's hands tightly.
Chapter 5. The Seduction
Fortunately, what appeared to be a dark opening in the ceiling of the pleasure dome turned out to be an opening in the ceiling of the pleasure dome. Oddly enough, though, once they passed through that opening, they found themselves in a well-lit office, completely different from the over-the-top and dramatic Hall of the Crimson Mountain King they had just left. The circular couch was in the middle of an area flanked on three sides by oddly conventional chairs of the metal and plastic variety, the kind intended to be sat in for hours but designed to be uncomfortable after five minutes. There were potted plants in the two corners, and Don was pretty sure they were artificial. A beige carpeting covered the floor. It had vacuum track marks on it and there wasn't a speck of dust to be seen. The fourth side of the room was dominated by a large welcome desk, identified as such by a friendly sign that said "Welcome," behind which sat a middle-aged woman wearing glasses and her brown hair piled high on her head. She glanced up at them as they came to a halt, peering over the rim of her glasses, and then promptly looked back at the computer screen off to her right. For some reason, it was the slightly yellowed screens between them and the fluorescent lights in the ceiling that seemed most incongruous to Don.
Don, Nicole, and Stephanie shared puzzled looks for a moment before Don got up and moved toward the welcome desk. A name plate identified the woman at the computer as Gladys, who he now saw was fully clothed, in a fashion that seemed to him to be most appropriate in the 1970s. Don found himself suddenly acutely aware that he was stark naked, and was a bit happy that he wasn't sporting a raging erection at the moment.
Toshia couldn't stop laughing and let herself fall over in the booth. Don waited patiently, but with a smile on his face, until she pulled herself back up and laughingly said, "Please, go on."
"Hello, um, Gladys," Don started. "We're here about, uh, getting some rings."
"Case number?" Gladys asked without looking up.
"I don't think we have one," Don frowned and looked over to Stephanie who just shook her head. "No, we don't have one."
Gladys rolled her eyes a bit and fixed Don with an exasperated, over-the-rims look before finally saying, "Names?"
They told her and she typed them into the computer. Without looking back up, Gladys told them to "Have a seat. Someone will be with you shortly."
They turned to return to the sofa, but it was already gone, presumably back to its place in the pleasure dome, so they reluctantly sat down on the plastic chairs, doubly uncomfortable in their nudity.
"This is not at all what I was expecting," Stephanie admitted.
"What were you expecting exactly?" Nicole wanted to know.
"Uh, definitely not this."
"Yeah, I was thinking something a bit more majestic or mystical or something," added Don.
They sat there in awkward silence for what must have been half an hour. This was easily the longest bit of completely idle time they had spent without anyone starting any sexual mischief. There was something about the setting, and Gladys's presence, that proved to be a wet blanket, or a cold shower. If Don had realized this was his last opportunity to have a threesome with these two women, he might have instigated something, but as it was, they waited quietly without much in the way of even conversation.
"Wait, what?" Toshia cut in.
"Yeah, this was the last time the three of us would be in the same room."
"You never saw them again?"
"Oh, yeah, we ran into each other now and then, but never all at the same time."
"Still, "
"Yeah, but at the time we were each just dealing with what was going on at the time. It was only later that we realized we should have said goodbye and had one last fling."
There was a buzz at the welcome desk, Gladys picked up an old-fashioned phone, listened for a moment, said "Yes, ma'am, right away," hung up the phone, and called out "Stephanie Ayers," as if there were more than just the three people waiting or as if Stephanie might have stepped out somewhere.
Stephanie shot to her feet immediately and crossed to the desk. Gladys looked up, actually smiled, and said, "They will see you now." She gestured to her left, indicating a door that Don was quite sure had not been there before. There was a black plaque on the door with white lettering that said "Interviews."
A bit nervously, Stephanie smiled and waved to Don and Nicole and went through the door.
If anything, the mood in the waiting room was now even more awkward. Fortunately for him, Don was called in only about ten minutes later. He gave Nicole's hand a squeeze as he smiled and said, "See you on the other side, sexy."
"Good luck, I guess, Professor!" she smiled up at him.
Don stepped through the door to find himself in a rather unimpressive and entirely mundane meeting room. A long wooden table took up most of the room and gathered around the far end of the table were five black-robed, hooded figures. Don assumed they were watchers and realized he hadn't seen any of those mysterious folks in quite some time.
To his surprise, the one at the very end of the table gestured toward the chair at the end of the table nearest to Don and said in a clearly feminine voice, "Please have a seat."
Don was happy the seat he was offered was more comfortable than those in the waiting room, and he noted that Stephanie seemed to have warmed it up a bit for him. As he sat down, the woman at the other end asked, "Do you mind if we do without the hoods, Don?"
"No, of course not," Don answered, a bit surprised that he had been asked.
As they each reached up and drew their hoods back, the one at the end explained, "The higher-ups insist on the hoods. They say it lends a certain gravitas to the situation, but we find it just makes things unnecessarily formal and uncomfortable."
It turned out that the woman under the hood was an attractive black woman with her hair buzzed down very close to her scalp. She smiled warmly at Don and said, "Welcome, Don. I'm Pamela, and I'll be conducting this interview. My associates are here primarily as witnesses."
On Pamela's right were an older gentleman with ebony black skin and short white hair and a white woman with short, straight dark brown hair. On her left were a young east Asian man with surprisingly light blond hair and another white woman with long, curly blonde hair. None of these "witnesses" said anything while Don was in the room.
"Pleased to meet you, Pamela," Don smiled. He took a sip from the glass of water that had been set there for him.
"You have an interesting file, Don," Pamela said, gesturing to a black binder on the table in front of her. "I was surprised that you didn't go home with Toshia."
"I would like to be able to return here after I go," Don said.
"Of course," Pamela smiled. There was something completely uninviting about that smile, which Don found odd after all his time in Eros. "Otherwise, why would you be here?"
"Right," Don nodded.
There was an awkward moment when Don wasn't sure if he was supposed to say something else, but Pamela finally said, "You understand that you will have to complete a number of trials, yes?"
"Yes," Don nodded again.
"You seem a bit nervous, Don."
"Perhaps," he smiled. "This is an odd situation, and I appreciate that I'm asking for something significant."
Pamela smiled again, "It will perhaps reassure you to know that we have a policy of allowing anyone who comes before us to try to earn a ring."
"Well, yes, that does help."
"Whether you accept the challenge and complete the trials is, of course, entirely up to you."
"Naturally."
"These trials will be difficult and may include a significant investment of time and energy, and may even pose a risk to yourself."
"I understand."
"Having reviewed your file and considered your case, we have decided that you will be given the standard seven trials. These will be selected specifically for you and may be substantially different from the trials given to others. Failure to complete the trials will permanently disqualify you from attempting a second set of trials but will incur no other penalty. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Do you have any questions?"
"Well, yes," Don frowned. "Is there a limited time in which I need to complete the trials?"
"There may be a time limit imposed on a particular trial, but in general no. You may take as long as you like to complete the full set, though some of them may not be the sort of thing at which you can make multiple attempts."
"Cool," Don murmured. "Will you be giving me all of them at once, or, ?"
"You will be given one trial at a time. When you complete the trial, you will return here for evaluation and your next trial."
"Evaluation?"
"There may be some question as to whether you have met the challenge satisfactorily."
"Hum, is there any way to appeal a decision that I think is unfair?"
Pamela smiled, "What if I say there isn't?"
Don frowned, imagining that there might be any number of ways in which things could go astray.
"Let's cross that bridge if we come to it, shall we, Don?"
"Okay," Don smiled. "I probably don't have any other options anyway."
"Probably not," Pamela nodded. "Any other questions?"
"Well, will I be able to ask for clarification when I'm given a task to complete?"
"Of course, within reason."
"Okay," Don nodded. "I'm good."
"So, Don, do you accept the trials?"
"I do," he said very seriously.
"Then your first task is to seduce Captain Sage."
Don gaped down the table at Pamela. He wasn't expecting anything quite so personally targeted.
"Do you have any questions?"
"Uh, no, I guess not, "
Then Don found himself sitting on a towel on a sunny beach. Blinking around in shock at the abrupt transition, he slowly realized he was back on the beach outside Rendezvous.
Toshia laughed again, "They got your number, eh, Professor?"
Don rolled his eyes, "So it seemed."
"We should get out of here," she said, fishing through her purse.
"Please, let me," Don grinned, easily getting his card out. "I've been dying to see you again, and this food has been wonderful."
"Okay but let me leave the tip. We've been taking up this booth forever."
"Is there somewhere we can take a walk?" Don asked. "If we're not going to be getting naked and sweaty, I'd like to stretch my legs while we talk."
"Sure, I know just the place, and maybe we'll get back to that other stuff later."
While there were several groups of people enjoying themselves on the beach, Don was disappointed to discover that there was no sign of Sage or the Maidenhead, and not even any gorgeous Price Is Right models about. He even checked in at the tavern where they had met the crew and captain on their first visit, but without luck. Don reasoned that, at least for now, he should assume that the watchers' council (thinking of them by this term made him laugh) had sent him to this location because it was the best place for him to run into Sage. At the very least, he could hang out here, more or less, for a few days. If Sage didn't show up in that time, he could decide on another course of action.
He spent the rest of the day there on the beach. Fortunately, it wasn't too long before a young woman asked him what he was doing there all by himself. Don looked up a pair of gorgeous long legs to see a lovely thin woman with full breasts, orangish red wavy hair hanging down to her shoulders, and blue eyes smiling down at him.
"I'm waiting for a friend," Don smiled back up at her.
"I could be your friend, if you like," she suggested with an undeniably Scottish accent. She held out her hand, which, considering the fact that they were both stark naked, struck Don as funny, and said, "Viola."
He took her hand and drew her down to join him on the beach blanket, "Well, Viola, I'm Don, and I would like that very much."
Don spent the rest of the day there on the beach with Viola, in an unusually monogamous affair. They got to know each other there on the blanket, went for a refreshing swim, which naturally included more play, and then returned to the beach for more fun. From time to time, Don cast a glance out at the water and the tavern, but there was no sign of the Maidenhead. As evening drew on, he and Viola went in to Rendezvous itself in search of some fruit and a change of scenery.
Not too far into the city they found a club called "Ambrosia's," which turned out to be a smoky little jazz club that provided not only fruit but an assortment of juices to enjoy. There was an actual jazz combo on the little stage, and there were cozy dimly lit booths, a bar, stand-alone tables with little candles, and a dance floor where a few couples were slowly swaying to the music. The smokiness was the oddest part, for there seemed to be no one smoking, and nothing cooking. Second to that was the fact that the three musicians (bass, piano, and drums) were completely clothed. The patrons were all mostly naked, though one woman had stiletto heels and very sexy fishnet stockings. A pair of waitresses with very short skirts and breasts pushed up nicely by tops that were much too small for their job moved about serving drinks and fruit to their guests.
After securing some fruit to satisfy their hunger, and sipping at their juices, Don suggested they dance. Viola was delighted by this idea, and, in a few seconds, he was on the dance floor with this beautiful, warm, naked, and very sexy woman in his arms, her body moving slowly against his own. Of course, his cock was rock hard between them, but since they had spent the afternoon having almost continual sex neither of them was in a hurry to get back to it. Again, Don found himself a bit amazed by how wonderful life was in Eros.
He was a bit surprised when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned to see a man of decidedly Mediterranean appearance, with short, black hair, brown eyes, and an athletic physique. The stranger smiled and asked in a decidedly Italian accent, "May I cut in?"
Don looked down to Viola who smiled and shrugged. So, Don nodded to the new guy and stepped aside. As he slipped around to go back to the table with their drinks, Don noticed that Viola's new dance partner was blessed with a rather prodigious cock.
Leaning on the table and sipping his juice, Don watched Viola dance, and that dance was gradually getting more overtly sexual. The gentleman's hands were moving over her slender, pale body, lingering understandably on her ass. Viola was returning the favor, and soon the two of them kissed for a rather long time. Don expected they would soon be moving at least to one of the booths, and wondered what he should do in that event, but then a new guy appeared and tapped Viola's current dance partner on the shoulder.
This new fellow was black, with a light skin tone, close cut hair and beard, and a fit body. Don smiled a bit to himself as Viola began dancing with this guy, and the ritual of increasing heat started to repeat itself. The gentleman with the big cock looked around a bit, and eventually decided to join Don at his table. He smiled and said, "Hello, I'm Geraldo."
"Don," he smiled and extended his hand.
"Viola is a lovely woman," Geraldo said, as he gestured for one of the waitresses.
"That she is!" Don nodded. "Do you come here often?"
"Most nights. It's my favorite club in the city."
After he got a few recommendations for other places to try, Don saw that Viola and her partner were again at a fevered pitch, and he decided to be mischievous. He excused himself from Geraldo, saying, "Don't go anywhere, actually, in a bit, follow my lead."
Then Don moved across the dance floor and politely cut in, taking Viola into his arms again.
"Oh, hello there, Don," Viola smiled up at him. "Welcome back!"
"Did you miss me?" he smirked.
"Of course!" she laughed. "I must say, though, that I have been kept very well entertained in your absence."
"That's good to know." He bent down and kissed her deeply.
As they swayed together, he made sure to continuously caress her body. For her part, Viola squeezed his ass in her hands and then reached between them to grasp his cock tightly in her hand. This might have led to mischief right there on the dancefloor, if Geraldo hadn't interrupted by cutting in again.
"Oh my!" Viola laughed as Don smiled and gave up his place.
He returned to their table to meet Viola's other dance partner, Daniel, who seemed to enjoy the game of getting Viola all riled up as much as Don and Geraldo. After a few rounds of the men taking turns dancing with fair Viola, Don asked Geraldo if there was a place nearby where they could take her that might be a bit more accommodating than the booths. Naturally, it turned out that there were rooms available upstairs. He told Geraldo what he had in mind, and then moved to take his turn with Viola. Don found himself remembering the situation he had orchestrated for Toshia back on their second day in the Manor.
"Are you having fun?" he asked after kissing Viola.
"Oh yes, very much!" she said in her adorable Scottish accent.
"Do you trust me?"
"I suppose so," she nodded. "What do you have in mind?"
"It's a bit of a surprise," he smiled as he nodded over to Geraldo and Daniel. "But you must be sure to tell me if you want to stop."
"Oh, okay," she nodded again. "Shall I say something specific?"
"How about 'professor,'?"
She frowned a bit and said, "Okay, then, if I want you to stop, I'll say 'professor.'"
The Seduction of Captain Evelyn Sage
Task One: The Seduction of Sage.
"Excellent," Don smiled and then nodded to Geraldo who had come up behind her and who now took one of the cloth napkins that were on every table in the club and tied it about her head as a blindfold.
"Oh!" she said, grasping at Don a bit tighter.
Viola was cheerfully compliant as the three men guided her across the dance floor and to a staircase in the back corner of the club, where Geraldo promptly lifted her in his arms and began carrying her to the second floor. She responded to this by giggling and throwing her arms around his neck. Don led the way down a narrow corridor, past a couple of open doors, and then pushed open one that had been ajar. The room was lit with a red glow and was dominated by a king-sized bed with black satin sheets. There wasn't much room for anything else in the room but the bed. The room was just the kind of place he had been expecting from the club downstairs.
Don made way for the others, making a point to leave the door wide open, just in case anyone wanted to watch from the corridor, or perhaps join in.
Geraldo gently laid Viola on the bed, and she promptly reached out to caress the soft sheets. Having been lucky enough to enjoy Viola for hours earlier, Don was content to let the other two guys lead the way, and they did not hesitate. Geraldo was already on her right side, so he bent down to run his hands over her body on that side, while Daniel did much the same on the other side. Daniel was the first to lower his mouth to her soft pale breast, covering her hard pink nipple with his mouth, but Geraldo was first to move his hand up the inside of her thigh so that he could stroke her dewy lips with his fingers.
Don inched around Daniel and got up on the bed over Viola's head. He ran his fingers lightly over her pretty face and then bent down to kiss her upside down. She moaned a bit in Don's mouth when Geraldo's playful fingers found her clit. It only took a moment of manual stimulation before Viola was arching her back high on the bed, her fists clutching the sheets, as a long, intense orgasm tore through her slender body. Geraldo's fingers pushed into her and his thumb kept stroking her clit, and Viola was writhing on the bed as wave after wave of climax swept over her.
As she slowly came down, Viola's hands reached out for the men around her. Still blindfolded, she groped about for anything, finding Daniel's cock with her left hand, and Don's head with her right. She would have connected with Geraldo, but he had moved around to the foot of the bed where he ran his hands up the insides of her legs, spreading them wider. He crawled up on the bed, big cock in hand, until he could push the fat head of it down between her labia.
"Oh yes!" Viola exclaimed in her accent, "Fuck me, please!"
Geraldo smiled, but teased her a bit, rubbing himself up and down and over her clit a few times. While he was doing this, Viola was pulling Daniel's cock toward her, with Daniel following along obediently. Don pulled away and moved around to where Geraldo had been a moment earlier, and bent down to suck Viola's right nipple into his mouth. He pulled hard on it when Geraldo pushed his thick cock slowly into Viola's very wet and ready cunt.
"God, yes!" she groaned. Her legs hooked around Geraldo's thighs and pulled him in closer, and he proceeded to begin slowly and steadily fucking in and out of her.
Daniel leaned over a bit to let Viola's mouth take his very hard cock in. She twisted a bit on the bed to get a better angle on it, and Don released her tit to make this easier for her. Don looked around and grabbed a pillow to ease under Viola's head, and then sat back for a moment, just enjoying the show. Her pale body was a work of fluid, dynamic art lying there working against Geraldo's olive skin as they fucked and twisting to the side so she could eagerly suck on Daniel's cock. Don thought that if he were a sculptor, he could present sexuality itself if he could adequately capture the line of her spine in that moment.
As that moment came and went, though, Don thought he should get back into the action. He leaned down and brushed the hair away from the side of her neck and began kissing it lightly as his hand slipped around to cup her warm right tit in his hand, rubbing his palm against her hard nipple. Viola's right hand moved down between them until it found Don's erection and began pulling and squeezing it. Don groaned his approval as his fingers pinched and twisted that sensitive nipple.
Geraldo was now fucking Viola with much more vigor, driving into her forcefully, making her whimper around Daniel's cock and her tits jiggle. Don's hand released her nipple and moved down over her firm belly to find her clit, just above Geraldo's thick shaft. Soon, Geraldo was moving in and out of her in short rapid strokes as Don played with her clit. Viola began moaning and shaking between them as a slow, intense orgasm built up to a white-hot explosion. She let Daniel's cock slip from her mouth as she cried out incoherently. This was apparently Geraldo's cue, because it was then that he shoved hard up into her and groaned loudly, announcing his own orgasm.
Before she'd even stopped shaking from her own orgasm, Viola had gone back to sucking hungrily at Daniel.
Smiling a bit to himself, Don drew away from Viola's neck, got up to his knees and tapped Geraldo's shoulder. Smiling in return, Geraldo got the idea and slowly withdrew his slippery cock from Viola's messy cunt. Don and Geraldo switched places on the bed, but Don had an idea of how to make things work a bit better. With Geraldo's silent help, and Viola's eager cooperation, they coaxed her over and up on her hands and knees. Soon, she was back to sucking Daniel and Don was pushing his own cock into her cummy cunt.
Don took his time, enjoying the feeling of Viola's cunt squeezing and pulling on him and the view of her sexy ass and back. He caressed her ass, for a moment, then pulled himself out of her again, replacing his cock with his fingers. Don worked his digits in and out of her several time, covering them with a slippery mix of her wetness and Geraldo's cum. Then, as he pushed his cock back into her, Don smeared her tight little asshole with the natural lubricant, which was so effective here in Eros. Viola murmured encouragement and pushed back toward him as Don pushed his thumb up into her ass.
While this was going on, Geraldo had moved around to kneel in front of Viola, next to Daniel, and she was stroking his fat, slippery cock as she deepthroated Daniel. With each thrust into her cunt Don shoved Viola forward onto Daniel's lucky cock. Then Daniel threw his head back and groaned, his hands on either side of Viola's head holding her there as he pumped his hot cum down her throat.
While Viola swallowed and caught her breath, Don took the opportunity to withdraw his cock once again, but this time he adjusted himself so that the purple head was pressed against her sweet rosebud.
"Oh yes, please!" the blindfolded girl said over her shoulder. She groaned happily as Don slowly pushed himself into her. Don closed his eyes, momentarily overwhelmed by the hot, tight sensation. He held on to Viola's hips as he slowly sank into her, feeling her body gradually giving way to the insistence of his phallus. When he had filled her, Don slowly drew almost all the way back out, before pushing back in. All the while, Viola hung her head, moaning in something more primal than pleasure.
Geraldo apparently decided that the blindfold had served its purpose, so he gently untied it and let Viola look up to see the two of them in front of her as well as their still mostly hard organs. Soon, she was going back and forth between them, licking and sucking, as Don steadily fucked her ass. He hadn't come yet but was in no particular hurry to climax. When he could tell that she had the other guys fully hard again, Don thought it was time for another change. He leaned over Viola's lovely back and whispered his plan in her ear.
With Geraldo and Daniel's help, Don and Viola rolled over so that he was lying on the bed and she was face up, his cock still happily filling her ass. As she leaned back on him, Don reached around to cup her breasts in his hands. Then he felt the pressure as Daniel pushed slowly up into Viola's cunt. She responded to this with a long string of enthusiastic, but wordless, murmurs rising in pitch and volume, until her cunt was about as full as her ass. Then Daniel began to fuck in and out of her and she shrieked as yet another orgasm hit her hard. Don just held on to her as her body shook and clenched on him.
When she was again able to actively participate, Viola turned her head to the left so Geraldo was able to push his thick cock into her mouth. It was too big for her to get all of it in, but she did her best, as Daniel plowed away and Don held on to her body, keeping his cock shoved up deep into her backside.
Don felt Daniel's cock swelling against his, and heard his partner in fucking groan, "Yes, I'm going to come again!" In just another minute or so, Don felt Daniel's cum running down over the base of his cock and his balls as the other man drew out of Viola's cunt to trade places with Geraldo.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Viola whimpered as Geraldo pushed his big cock back into her cunt. With Don in her ass and Geraldo's monster fucking her cunt she could do little more than hang on as the two men had their way with her body. Geraldo was kissing her passionately, and Don was squeezing her tits, his hands between her chest and Geraldo's, and Geraldo was fucking her with almost violent abandon. Her legs were up around his waist, crossed at the ankles, pulling him into her. Don just concentrated on keeping himself up inside her.
Then an animalistic growl rose up from deep inside Geraldo's chest and Don felt that big cock spasming inside Viola's tight cunt, and again another man's cum was running out over his balls. Viola was now in a state of constant shuddering and moaning, interrupted only by a mew of quiet complaint when Geraldo drew out of her. With a shivering sigh, Viola let herself collapse back on Don, who kissed her shoulder and neck as he slowly rolled with her so that they were lying together, spooning, on the bed. His cock was still deep in her ass, and he hadn't come yet, but he could tell she needed a break.
Each of the other guys bent down to kiss Viola lightly and then slipped out of the room. Don just held her there. It was several minutes before she stirred against him, and looked over her shoulder and said, "That was amazing, Don. Thank you."
"You're very welcome," he smiled.
She squeezed herself tighter on him a bit and said, "I want you to cum in my ass, Don."
"Uh, I think I can oblige you, Viola." In very short order, Viola was face down on the bed with a pillow under her belly and her ass up as Don fucked her ass deep and hard until he closed his eyes and the whole world fell away as he pumped what felt like a geyser of hot cum into sweet Viola's bowels. His body clenched and shook from head to toe as his cock spasmed inside her tight, hot grip.
"Yes, yes, just like that," she sighed.
Within five minutes they had fallen asleep in each other's arms.
"That's how the next week or so went," Don explained. "I'd spend the day at the beach, keeping an eye out for the Maidenhead and then go back into town for the night. Most days I'd find plenty to keep myself entertained and there was always something interesting at night."
"What happened to Viola?"
"Oh, during the night another orgy broke out down the hall that woke us up, and we got separated in the confusion," Don laughed.
"Too bad," Toshia mused. "She sounds like fun."
"She definitely was! But that wasn't such a rare quality in Rendezvous."
"I suppose that's true."
They were walking arm-in-arm along the sidewalk in a park.
"So, you had to wait a week?"
"Give or take," shrugged Don. "I came to realize there were a lot more boats and ships on that sea than I'd realized. I saw quite a few sailboats, some yachts, and even one huge cruise liner that put in at Rendezvous for one night. Things were busy that night!"
"I'll bet!" she laughed. "Did you get to go on that ship?"
"No, I was worried about getting too distracted during the day, and then I was too distracted during the night."
"'Figures!"
"Yeah, but I imagine it must be a bit like a normal cruise ship with a bit of the Manor mixed in."
"But with that XYZ sea air, " she smiled. "It must be intense."
"Like being on the Maidenhead, eh?" he smirked over at her.
Toshia met his smirk with an open grin and said, "Exactly!"
Don remembered seeing her enjoying herself on that last voyage and was momentarily caught up thinking about how hot that had been to watch. After a moment, though, he collected himself and said, "Anyway, eventually, the Maidenhead sailed into view and dropped anchor just where she had before. I cleaned up in the water, and as soon as the first load of sailors had been dropped off by the tavern, I caught a ride out to the ship. I told Sage I had a proposition for her but that she'd probably want to wait until most of the crew had gone ashore. She was curious but patient, and must have trusted me, because she let everyone go ashore, leaving just the two of us."
"So," Sage said, fixing Don with a quizzical gaze, "where's Shelonda?" They were sitting together at the table in the captain's cabin, the windows and door open for the cool evening air. Candles were burning and they had a pitcher of water and a bowl of apples between them.
"Oh, well, she seems to have gone back home," Don frowned a bit, in spite of himself, "you know, back to the 'real' world."
"Ah, too bad," she smiled, "that lass was a good time."
"She was," Don nodded. "And, by the way, I didn't see Jasmine, ?"
"Aye, I traded her in the bazaar for some new sheets."
Don was surprised by a couple parts of this claim. Apparently, his shock and confusion were written all over his face, because Sage laughed a bit and said, "She wanted to be traded, Don. Tis a bit o' roleplay, though here tis hard to tell the difference at times."
"And there's a bazaar?"
"Aye, on the other side o' the sea there be a vast desert an' on the coast a city o' palaces where there be a bazaar."
"Interesting," Don said. "I'd like to see that someday."
"We'll be sailing back there afore long," Sage said. "But ye said ye had something to discuss, "
"Aye," he nodded, unconsciously adopting her manner for a moment. "Do you remember when I told you about those rings?"
"The rings that let you decide which world to be in?"
"Yes, exactly. Well, I found out how to get one."
"Oh?"
Don found himself suddenly doubting the plan he'd decided upon. For the first time in a long time he felt quite a bit less than confident. Sage was no amnesiac Sister to be bested in battle. She was someone who had given her decisions a great deal of thought. Don's plan actually counted on that, but there was a rather large chance that she wouldn't cooperate. With an inward shrug he decided there was really only one way to go: tell the truth.
So, Don said, "Some friends and I found our way to the Pleasure Dome of the Hall of the Crimson Mountain King."
Sage laughed loudly, which made Don laugh in turn, which also helped him relax.
"That's quite a mouthful," she grinned.
"That's what she said," Don couldn't resist. This made Sage guffaw loudly.
"Anyway," Don eventually resumed. "To get a ring I have to complete a number of trials."
"You and your friends, or just you?"
"Oh, well, they each have their own trials."
"I see," she nodded. "Go on."
"Well, my first trial is, well, you."
"What?"
"My first trial is to 'seduce' you."
Sage sat back in her seat and looked at him with a thoughtful frown. After a moment, she said, "I don't think I like the word 'trial' in there."
"Well, yeah, I get that," Don frowned. "Would 'task' be better?"
"Hum," she scowled, then leaned forward again. "So, tell me who gave you this, let's call it a 'mission', no, that's too close to 'missionary.' Let's say 'assignment.' Who gave you this assignment?"
Don backed up and told the story of the King, the flying sofa, the waiting room, and the council of watchers.
She thought about all of this for a few minutes, then said, "So, of all the things they could have you do, they decided to send you to sleep with me?"
"Yeah, apparently."
"And of all the women in Eros, Don, they send ye to me?"
"Uh huh."
"That be interesting, Don," she said thoughtfully as she stood up. She began to shrug off the light, velvet jacket she'd been wearing. "Tis most interesting, t'me. Why d'ye suppose that is?"
Don watched her as she tossed the jacket over the back of her chair and then started unlacing the tight-fitting bodice-vest she wore. "Ah, why it's interesting?"
"No," she fixed him with her eyes as she slipped out of the vest, letting it fall to the floor. "Why me?"
Don was having a hard time not looking down to her small, perfect tits but he wanted to make sure he looked her in the eyes as he said, "They seem to know a lot about me. I think they know that you're special for me."
"Special, am I?" she smiled. She was untying the cord that kept her skirt cinched about her waist.
"Very," Don nodded as her skirt fell to the floor. "There's something about you, when I first met you."
She sat back down in her chair and began to untie her boots. "So, ye be fond o' me, eh? An' ye think those watchers know this an' sent ye here, ?"
"Yeah, something like that."
She kicked off her first boot. "Sounds like a fortuitous bit of wish fulfillment, doesn't it?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess it does," Don admitted. He was a bit more thrown off by her abrupt abandonment of the piratic style than he was by her casual disrobement. Her second boot hit the floor and said, "Frankly, there's a lot about this whole situation that's weird."
She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, for a long moment, looking Don in the eye. Slowly she smiled, "I like that you were up front about all this, Don. It means a lot, honestly."
He smiled, "I'm glad."
"So, are we going to do this, or what?" she said as she stood up and moved over to the foot of the bed that took up half of the cabin. A bit stunned by how perfect her ass was, he followed close behind her, so that when she turned around to face him, he gently caught her chin in his hand and lifted it so he could lean down and kiss her upturned mouth. It was a light, tender kiss at first, but it quickly grew in passion. Don's hands moved over her warm skin down to that firm, muscular ass. He felt her hands doing much the same, though, after squeezing his butt, one of her hands slipped around to squeeze his cock rather tightly.
She broke their kiss and said, "I'm looking forward to seeing what you do with this," she gave the cock another squeeze, "but first, I've been wanting you to do that thing with your mouth the girls enjoyed so much."
She sat down on the end of her bed and spread her legs for Don, who promptly knelt on the floor before her.
Don ran his hands over the smooth, firm flesh of her inner thighs. On the one hand, he wanted to savor this moment, but on the other, Sage definitely didn't seem to be much in the mood for a lot of foreplay. He compromised by lightly running his thumb over her labia before leaning in to kiss them. Closing his eyes for a moment, he ran his tongue over her, just barely making contact, and then kissed the hood that was hiding her clit. Using the tips of his fingers, Don gently spread her open to run his tongue up between her labia, savoring his first taste of her nectar. As his tongue got to her clit, Sage murmured, "Hum, yes, that's the spot."
Don pressed his lips to her clit, applying just a bit of suction, before running his tongue over it again, and then moving down to lick between her lips again, this time pushing it deeper into her. At the upper end of this motion, he paused to slowly drag his tongue over her clit, finishing by pulling it into his mouth, where he sucked it a bit more before letting it slip slowly away. Don repeated this general process a few more times, lingering longer on Sage's clit each time. As her juices began to flow, Don slowly eased a finger up inside her and focused his oral attention on her clit. Sage responded to this by scooting forward a bit and using her left hand on Don's head to keep him in place.
Of course, Don had no intention of going anywhere else. He was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Sage's clit against his tongue and her reactions to what he was doing. He was loving the taste of her and the soft little sounds she was making. He was licking at her slowly, intently, pressing his tongue against her, as now two of his fingers moved in and out of her wet vagina. Don felt the spongy tissue of her g-spot and made sure to rub against it with each inward and outward stroke. Now and then he would pause his licking to suck her clit into his mouth again, pulling on it for a long moment before slowly releasing it.
Sage pulled him tighter to her, and Don began to turn his head from side to side a bit and increased the speed of his tongue's strokes, leaving the pauses aside for now. As his licking intensified, his fingers pushed up into her more insistently, more forcefully. Sage's legs were wrapped around his body, her heels digging into his back. Looking up, he saw that her right hand was squeezing her tit hard. Her eyes were closed, and her abs were taut as her body concentrated on what Don was doing to her.
Then, almost without any warning at all, Sage was groaning loudly, rocking her hips, and her cunt was clenching and pulling on Don's fingers. Her groan climbed up to become an "Oh fuck!"
Don pushed his fingers all the way up inside her and sucked hard on her clit, holding it there as she shook all around him. She kept at it for what seemed a very long time, just holding still there as her whole body spasmed intently.
"Holy fuck!" she breathed finally. Don let her clit go and gave it a little parting kiss, but then Sage said, "Do that again!"
"Uh," Don grinned, "with pleasure!"
He started lightly, to avoid irritating her now sensitive clit, but got back up to the right intensity in fairly short order. When Sage was coming again, he was deeply happy that he had given her such pleasure. As she held Don there rubbing herself against his mouth, she exclaimed, "Holy fucking God fuck! Fuck!"
As she began to come down, Don thought she would need a moment to catch her breath, so he released her clit and withdrew his slippery fingers from her grasping cunt. He sat back on his heels with a happy grin.
But Sage wasn't interested in catching her breath or taking a break. With sudden, surprising energy, she slipped off the end of her bed to straddle Don's thighs and caught his head in her hands. She kissed him hungrily, with a passion that he found delightfully shocking. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, then licked at her wetness on his cheeks and face, and she was biting at his lips, tugging on them, as her left hand snaked down between them to grasp at his very hard cock. She kept kissing at Don's face as she got his cock in just the right position and then promptly sank down upon it. They both groaned as their bodies finally came properly together.
With only the slightest moment to rock herself against the base of Don's cock, Sage began to ride up and down on him. Her thighs flexed, pushing up, and then she sank down again, hard and fast, all while continuing to make out with Don. Her hands held onto his head and then wrapped around him as their bodies moved together, her breasts rubbing against his chest. Don was holding her ass tightly in his hands, helping to raise and lower her.
Sage bobbed up and down on him in a frenzy, working her body against him, rubbing her clit against the base of his cock with each violent impalement. Don could feel his cockhead battering her cervix. She let go of his head, and reached around to clasp his back, digging in with her nails. Her mouth moved down Don's neck and then she bit his shoulder.
Don buried his face in her neck and mane of red hair. He'd never been fucked so intensely in his life. He just held on to this wild woman and did what he could to help her use his body. Sage was grunting animalisticly and then crying out inarticulately as she suddenly clung tightly to Don, every inch of her clenching and spasming with the most intense orgasm he had ever felt a woman have. Before she stopped shaking Sage had wrapped her arms and legs around Don and was kissing his shoulder and neck. He was sure he felt tears on her face as she held him.
With one hand holding on to her ass and the other clasping the small of her back, Don pushed up, and was able to stand with surprising grace—in that he neither dropped Sage nor fell over. Carefully, he moved the short distance to the end of the bed and managed to kneel a little before lowering Sage and himself to the bed.
He rose up enough to look down into her face. Sure enough, her eyes were wet with tears.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
She nodded and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Yes," she laughed brokenly. "I guess I just needed that more than I realized."
Don just smiled down at her, holding still inside her.
She blinked up at him for a long moment, but then apparently realized they weren't still fucking. She frowned a bit and asked, "You're not done, are you?"
Don's smile became a grin, and then he laughed. He watched her face as he drew almost all the way out of her and then drove back in. Her frown went to a happy smile in a matter of seconds. As Don continued to fuck in and out of her, slowly building up the pace and force, her eyes closed, and her head drew back. Don leaned down to kiss her throat and shoved still harder into her. This elicited a deep guttural groan from Sage, and she squeezed him tighter to her with her legs and arms. In turn, Don slipped his hands up under her to hold on to her shoulders, enabling him to pull her down on his cock as he fucked into her with short quick strokes.
The intensity of Sage's response to him, coupled with his desire for her and what had been a rather long period of unfulfilled lust, particularly in Eros, was driving Don into a state of arousal quite unlike any he could remember. His cock felt enormous, gripped tightly by Sage's strong, silky cunt. His balls felt like they were close to exploding with cum. And yet, he felt like he couldn't stop fucking this amazing woman. Don felt almost like he was trying to literally fuck himself into Sage. He needed to be inside her!
Then he felt her nails digging into his back again, and he heard her crying out, "Oh, God! Don!!" Her body was squeezing and pulling at his rigid, engorged cock and then, and then, Don's world was shattering as his balls clenched and he drove into Sage, pumping a hot flood of cum into her. He felt his teeth grinding together and he vaguely heard himself groaning long and loud, as his body continued to erupt inside her.
When Don finally opened his eyes, he saw Sage looking back up at him, with a happy smile and glazed eyes. "Wow!" she breathed.
"Uh huh, yeah," Don nodded. "Wow!"
"Okay," she pulled his head down and kissed him long and hard. When she let him go, she let her arms fall out to her side, "Consider me well and truly seduced."
Don smiled happily. Then he chuckled and said, "You're not done, are you?"
This made her laugh quite hard, which turned out to be an interesting sensation for Don's cock.
Finally, she said, "I think I'm a long way from being done with you, Don."
Hours later, when they had finally given up trying to see who would say 'uncle,' Sage lay her head on Don's chest, smiled up at him, and asked, "So, can anyone go for one of these rings?"
To be continued.
By BradentonLarry for Literotica