Camilla Ch. 075

"Does my body please you, sir?" She turned around for him, happy to let his eyes roam all over her.

"Who doesn't it please?" He stared, with the eyes of a pagan, at how those cross-garters, a fetish of his, adorned her legs.

She giggled softly. "Thank you. I think you handsome, too. Love your English accent. Very sophisticated, very sexy."

"Thank you. I love the sound of your accent, too. What country are you from, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Russia," she lied. Candice got up from the table and went over to the DJ, getting ready for her floor show. "Would you like to see what my body looks like, and what it's like to touch it?" Pursing her lips and opening her eyes wide, Camilla bent down slightly, turning her torso into an S.

"Have lap-dances with you? I'd love to. How much?"

"Twenty dollars a song. Come with me." She took him into a private room. He sat on a couch, and she stood before him.

"You look pretty in pink," he said.

"You like my underwear, sir?" she asked, turning around, bending over slightly, and sticking her arse out, an inch from his face.

"Your underwear? I thought it was a bikini."

"No, they're my panties." Looking back at him with agape eyes and pursed lips, she rotated her soft, round buttocks in clockwise circles as he sniffed, hoping for a faecal smell. She asked, "Do my panties please you, sir?"

"Please me? They mesmerize me," the panty fetishist panted.

"I'm glad you like them." She kept swaying her ass in his face.

"Why are you a stripper, if I may be so bold to ask?"

"Because men like my body, I like men like you, and I like pleasing you. Oh, the pay is good, too."

"Why do you like pleasing men like me?"

"Because I admire you. You're so smart and sophisticated."

"You like intelligent, well-educated men?"

"Oh, yeah. Smart is sexy. Your mind drive me wild."

"Your body drives me wild, my goddess."

"You no atheist?"

"Well, more of an agnostic; but evidence of the divine could persuade me to believe. I think I see it now, goddess."

"You're so sweet," she said, giggling. A new song began.

"And we begin," he sighed in lecherous expectation.

"What you like to see first? Boobs or bum?"

"Your lovely bottom, please."

"Yes, sir." She pulled her panties down, baring her buttocks. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when she showed him her shaved pussy.

"You said we can touch?" he asked.

"Yes. Everything."

"Everything? Your whole body?"

"Yes. I not shy. Touch anything you like. Taste and sniff, too."

Is this a dream? he wondered. "Why are you so permissive?" he asked, gently touching her buttocks and opening them to see her anus.

"I like to please you," she said, then sat on his lap with her back to him. As she rubbed her buttocks against his Tower of Babel of a cock, she removed her bra. He then cupped her soft breasts in his hands and gently fondled them. She was as impressed with his anatomical endowments as he was with hers. As she kept grinding on his cock, she put her right arm around his neck.

"I'm so glad they're real," he said of her breasts, pushing the right one against his face and kissing the skin to the right of her nipple.

"No silicone for me. I no need." She moaned as she looked in his eyes, squinting hers in amazement at the dimensions of his long, thick cock. He had to be at least eight inches in length!

Then she stood up, and he opened her buttocks out wide again, to take another look at her pretty brown asshole. He sniffed it, delighted with the faecal odour. He brought his face right inside her crack and closed her soft butt-cheeks against the sides of his face. He kissed her anal lips as passionately as if they were the red lips on her face. Indeed, this ass was her second face: he kissed and licked those brown lips (or brown eye, if that's the preferred word), and brushed each butt-cheek against his cheeks. He'd hold one buttock wide open so he could see every goose bump and mark on it, as well as kiss and lick her asshole and all the surrounding area; the other buttock he'd push against his cheek to enjoy its softness. Then he'd switch buttocks and do the same with the opposite sides. He wanted to know every millimetre of this part of her body.

Thoroughly indulging his fetish, she thought, Enjoy my stinky sexiness, sir. Even a goddess's poo is divine.

After giving him several more seconds to continue sniffing her all the way up and down her gloriously smelly butt-crack, she turned around and sat on his lap, facing him. He fingered her asshole, first getting to know every wrinkle of the puckered orifice, then gently pushing his finger in several inches. His other hand touched her already very wet vulva, his index finger tickling her hard clit and slipping inside to touch her G-spot. She softly moaned to the touch of his gentle hands.

Then she stood up, bringing her freshly-shaved pussy up to his face. Salivating at the sight, and taking this obvious hint that she wanted to receive cunnilingus from him, he started frantically licking her clitoris, and sucking on her swollen labia. Her soft moans soon changed to squeals. She put her legs up over the couch and around his neck, holding herself up with her hands so her pussy would be reasonably level with his face. With her beautiful wide-open spread inches from his thirsty mouth, he licked and sucked even more gluttonously. As his non-stop licking got faster and faster, his finger kept sliding in and out of her asshole.

Her squeals and screams got louder and faster. Finally, she gushed her orgasm all over his face, much of it going directly inside his wide-open mouth; the rest dripped down the sides of his face and chin.

"Wow!" he sighed, licking his lips.

"Thank you," she sighed, "for giving...me pleasure." She pulled her legs off the back of the couch and stood up. "Now I need to use the toilet. I must pee and poop." She got up and walked over to the toilet.

"These private rooms are amazing," he said, getting up and walking over to the toilet with her. "Do they all have their own beds, lavatories, and showers?" He sniffed the finger he'd had in her ass.

"Yes, they all do," she said, sitting on the toilet. He was standing before her, looking down at her as she looked up at him. She farted audibly without the slightest sign of embarrassment on her face.

"May I watch?" he asked, sniffing the area for flatulence. "I have a rather peculiar taste for coprophilia."

"What's that?" she asked, insouciantly dropping a few turds into the toilet bowl and knowing he was loving every second of it. Then he could see her piss sprinkling down between her wide-open legs.

"It's a love of--well, what you're doing right now."

"Oh," she said, still pooping and peeing, and looking up at him without any embarrassment. She'd curved her torso into a sexy S on the toilet seat; looking down at her, he fetishistically adored how her soft, milky skin, pretty blonde hair, whore-bright makeup, high heels and ornate, white cross-garters were juxtaposed against the smells of nature coming from below.

Finally, she finished and reached for the toilet paper.

"Oh, may I do the honours?" he asked.

"You want clean me?" she asked, as though there was nothing at all bizarre about it.

"Yes, please. May I?"

"OK," she said, then got off the toilet, flushing it. She got on the floor on all fours, spreading her legs out wide and pushing out her ass so her muddy asshole was in plain view. He rolled up the toilet paper and began wiping the brown off her asshole, replacing the sight of dark brown filth with that of light brown wrinkles on her ass-lips. Then he took some more toilet paper and wiped her vulva dry of piss. After allowing him to sniff the sexy stink of her butt for a few seconds, she stood up. "Since you like my anus so much, you want put your phallus in it?"

"Oh, yes. How much?"

"For free."

"Really? Why?"

"Because you give me oral pleasure, make me come. I want be nice to you now, sir. Please clean me first." She went over to the shower stall, and he followed her.

"OK, but please don't take off your cross-garters or heels. They look so sexy to me."

"OK," she said, spreading her legs out wide, bending over, and pushing her ass out so he could see her asshole and pussy clearly. He held the shower nozzle in his hand and aimed it at her holes, careful not to get her cross-garters or shoes wet. He soaped up his hands and thoroughly covered all her vaginal and rectal walls with the lather before rinsing.

After drying her off with a nearby towel, they went over to the bed. She got on it on all fours, spreading her legs wide and pushing her ass out in her usual way. She took her anal lube out of her purse and gave it to him. He pulled down his pants and underwear, lubed his hard cock and her rectum, then began sliding it in.

When he got a third of the way in, he grunted with delight. "Unh! This...is incredible!"

Looking back at him, she sighed, "I'm glad...you like. Oh!" Her eyes squinted and her mouth was wide open in amazement at the size of his cock.

He pushed his cock in another third of the way. "How did...I get...to be...so lucky! Oh!" What tightness!

She looked back at him, moaning her welcome of his cock inside its new temporary place of residence. Finally, he got all the way in. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets, so astonished was she at how huge his member was, and how it delightfully stretched her anal walls in all directions. Would he rip her in half? If so, she might have enjoyed it. As he kept pumping inside her, she thrilled at the mere thought of how good he would feel inside her tingling pussy!

He continued sliding his cock in and out, in and out, for several more minutes. "I'm gonna come," he groaned.

"OK, pull it out," she sighed. He gently and slowly pulled his cock out. "Now...spray on...my ass." She reached back and took his cock in her hand.

"This is...the best sexual experience...of my life," he moaned as she jerked him off. "Ah!" He squirted his come on her left buttock, then along her butt-crack, some dripping a little inside her anal orifice, then on her right buttock, and finally on left side of her butt-crack, just to the left of her gaping asshole. Indeed, that gaping looked like a gasp of astonishment she'd felt in reaction to how gigantic his cock felt in her ass.

After a minute or so of regaining his breath, he pulled up his pants and underwear, and zipped himself up. Then he got out his money and paid for the lap dances.

"Thank you," she said, putting the money in her purse. "You give me so much pleasure tonight."

"I gave you so much pleasure?" he asked. "The pleasure was all mine, really. I hope it won't be the last time." He walked toward the way out.

"I know where your office is at York--don't worry." Then he was gone.

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On Saturday night, Camilla hadn't pursued any other men because she'd been tempted to fuck her dad; still, she resisted, worrying about pressing her luck. She'd have him again, but only after she'd made sure Father Josiah couldn't interfere. Besides, she had too much reading to do in preparation for the next week's classes.

Wanting an incubus fuck, she very negligently set up the psychic barriers before going to sleep. In her dreams, she had a new visitor: Bob's incubus.

She was in the burning mansion as usual, lying on her back on the floor in a room on the ground floor. Bob suddenly got on top of her and slid his cock inside her pussy.

Squealing from the pleasure of feeling his cock filling her up, she looked up at his face. Shocked at who he was, she asked in moans, "You died?"

"Yeah, of despair...in prison," he panted, angrily thrusting away. "You...put something alien...in my blood. It's you fault...I committed those crimes."

"You can't hold...me responsible!" she screamed, as much from indignation as from pleasure. "Ah! Nigrovum didn't...make you do...anything you...didn't already want...to do in...your subconscious. Oh!"

"Now I'm here...in hell. You're coming down, too. One day, sooner or later. Unh! You will! For eternity. Limitless. Boundless. Like the ocean. Fucking will be...the only pleasure...you ever have. Oh!"

They came, and lay there.

The atheists are wrong, she thought; there is a God, and there is an afterlife. I'm just not sure if I'm gonna like it.

She looked out around her, and saw the masked Satanists watching her and laughing with those grotesque, distorted voices. She also saw her mother watching, and frowning.