Once Bitten Ch. 05

"That would be wonderful," I said, as she held the door open for me to enter, "It's just Rick, thank you."

"I shall call you Trick," she smiled and emitted a delightful giggle, "If that is okay, I love the sound of it on my tongue. Please make yourself comfortable."

She directed me with another jingle of bangles as her arm extended out towards her small living room and a sofa. I followed her direction and she waited for me to sit, her hands clasped together.

"I shall now go prepare your tea," she smiled, "I will be right in the kitchen, would you like biscuits too?"

"Biscuits?" I asked, lifting a brow.

The pause allowed me to survey her shape as she smiled. She was slight in build, her bust was slight but still filled her simple tunic. I think that's what she was wearing. It was a simple design, but had some intricate stitching along the hems of the top. It hung loosely, but cut into an a-shape that fell below her waist. She was wearing leggings that revealed her trim shape, the ends collecting in gentle folds around her ankles and bare feet.

"I believe you call them cookies, here?" she said, then saw my flip-flops, and her forehead creased in concern.

"My apologies, Trick," she said in her musical voice, a light british effect to her indian accent, "could you please leave your sandals by the door. I am sorry, I failed to ask earlier as you now appear quite comfortable."

"Oh," I said as I stood back up, "No problem at all"

I moved to slip my feet from my sandals, then carried them to the door and placed them on the tile.

"Thank you Trick, I shall now prepare our tea." she repeated and turned to walk to her kitchen.

I enjoyed the view of her walking away. Though her tunic covered the shape of her bottom, the way her hips moved as she walked was as mesmerising as the musical jingles of her bangles at her wrist.

The aromas rising from her kitchen as she prepared the tea was strikingly different than anything I had experienced. Such a delicate array of flavors that seemed to invade my nostrils and coat my tongue as I relaxed into her environment. She had decorated simply with a few works of art on her wall, with candles arranged on a small little alcove.

"So, Trick," she started, "what brings you here?" she asked, peering at me over the counter with a smile.

"Um, starting over," I said figuring the truth would be better than keeping track of lies. "I'm going through a change of .. jobs and everything associated with moving to a new city."

"Oh," she chimed, "what do you do?"

"I'm ... a ... uhm." I searched my thoughts, "I'm developing a new property. I think it's probably going to be like a club, or a small venue. I hope it will be fun for a variety of people."

"That sounds fascinating, Trick," she smiled, 'I shall have to come see it when you are done."

I decided she could call me Trick as much as she wanted. Her voice was delightful, and her attitude towards a stranger a refreshing change to what I had experienced when I was just mundane Tom.

"What are you studying at State?" I asked, "Why aren't you living on campus."

"Oh, I am a graduate student," she said simply, "Campus housing is only for undergraduates. I also like being downtown, so many things are within walking distance."

She answered my last question first, and then realized she left the first part unanswered.

"I am studying history, with an emphasis on world religions." she said, "It is rather mundane and obscure. So many people expect me to be studying Engineering."

"Where did you go to school for your degree." I asked, curiously.

She smiled and collected a tray and carried a pot of the steeping tea, two cups and some neatly arranged cookies. She came and set the tray down on the table, and sat near me. She curled her legs underneath her as she looked at me.

"I have a degree in biology from Oxford," she said, "then disappointed my parents by not continuing to Medical School."

"What made you change your mind," I asked her, then looked at the tea.

"I found that science did not adequately describe the world and all of its mysteries," she said, "We will let the tea steep, it will be more strong then."

"What type of mysteries?" I asked and nodded back at her.

She smiled and shifted a bit closer, her mocha-brown hand settled on my forearm. She leaned closer and slowly stroked her fingers over my flesh, her bangles lightly jingling.

"Science does not adequately explain how a light touch can convey both emotion and meaning," she started.

Her close presence was certainly having an effect on part of my body. She smiled and inhaled slightly.

"Science does not adequately explain how an aroma can make your pulse race, and your breath catch.'

She leaned closer to me, then her mouth parted. I leaned closer and she turned and leaned over to grab the tea pot.

"Like this tea," she said.

She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me, adding a wink. She poured the tea into two cups then lifted one up in two hands and offered it to me.

"You're teasing me," I said, capturing her eyes, as I took the cup.

"Not at all! This really is tea, Trick," she smiled and collected her own cup, bringing the cup to her lips.

The tea was a creamy brown, I inhaled the aroma, and recognized the flavor as chai. I tasted it, and the flavors that spread over my tongue were richer than any chai tea I'd get at a coffee shop.

"This is very good, Aisha, thank you." I said.

"Thank you Trick," she smiled, then she looked at me.

She leaned closer again and inhaled through her nose for a moment. Her eyelashes fluttered as she blinked rapidly, and I sensed her flush. Then she smiled her enigmatic smile and looked at me.

"Try this," she said, taking another sip.

She then put her cup down and leaned into me and delicately kissed me. Her tongue slid along my bottom lip and then pressed inside. I opened my mouth and her tongue slid over mine, the flavors melding together. I leaned to put my cup on the table then wrapped my arm around her lower back and pulled her closer.

"Do not tease me, Trick," she said breaking the kiss, her forehead pressing lightly against mine.

"I don't tease," I whispered huskily.

I lowered my hands to the hem of her tunic and lifted it up. She leaned and kissed me again, as I pulled it up and exposed the mocha-flesh of her abdomen. I let go of her top and she finished removing it as my hands went to her bra. Her hands dropped to my tee-shirt and we tangled together in an eagerness to pull clothes off of each other.

I pulled up her bra cups and exposed her dark brown nipples, stiff and crinkled with arousal. I lowered my mouth to envelop the stiff bud, but had to pause as she pulled my t-shirt off. In the process she shifted and straddled my hips. I ran my hands down the small of her back as my lips finally made contact with her nipples. She groaned and arched to press her small breasts into my stubbled jaw. Her hands pulled behind her to unsnap her bra, then untangle her arms from the straps.

My hands dropped to her bottom squeezing through the sheer material of her leggings. She dropped her hands to my jaw and lifted my lips from her nipple, then kissed me deeply. She pressed her warm chest against my muscled pectorals and inhaled my scene. The arousal I felt must have activated my pheromones, because she moaned in arousal.

"You smell delicious, my Trick," she chimed.

Her bangles chimed in my ear as her fingers combed through my hair. I slid my hands up and then flattened my fingers against the small of her back and pressed my fingers inside her leggings. She rolled her hips back to meet my grasp as she arched to keep her breasts pressed against me. Her stiff nipples, drawing over my broadchest as we couldn't seem to stop kissing. Without lips melded together, our tongues battled to taste each other. I growled feeling her hips press her firm bottom into my hands, and gripped firmly.

She parted the kiss and panted, her light brown eyes looking at me in wonder. Her hands dropped down, between her parted legs to cup my growing erection. Her eyes widened, revealing the whites of her eyes, as she inhaled through her open mouth. Her fingers tracing the outline of my thickening cock.

"Is this for me?" she slurred, almost drunk with desire.

I nodded and she slipped down my lap and onto her knees. Her pert breasts slightly bounced as her fingers curled into the waistband of my swim trunks. I pressed my heels into her rug and lifted my hips and she tugged at my shorts and my cock sprung free, the uncircumcised tip nodding before her glazed eyes.

She leaned and lapped at it, catching a pearl of pre-cum and pulling it into her open lips. Her brown eyes looking up at mine, she continued to lap at the tip as her hands finished removing my trunks, leaving me naked on her sofa. My cock pulsed and her mouth opened. Her tongue extended to chase a stream of my pre-cum down the shaft, collected it, then licked up the length to savor the taste.

"You taste almost as good as you smell, Trick," she smiled savoring the feel of my arousal in her mouth.

"Don't tease me, Aisha," I growled

I combed my fingers along her gathered dark tresses to reach behind her head, and pull her hair free from the bands. She shook her head, and her dark hair fell in a veil around my thighs, her delicate touch wrapped around my shaft and stroked to the tip. Her eyes looked up at me, as she reversed direction at the top, and peeled back my foreskin to reveal my swollen crown. Her mouth descended and sucked at the tip, her tongue sliding along the slip to gather more of my pre-cum as she moaned savoring the flavor.

I became an observer, and watched her as she worshiped my steely shaft. Her mouth sucking on the knob, her tongue confidently pressing into the frenulum as her fingers kept the foreskin peeled down. I trembled and my hips pressed forward seeking more of her mouth. She dropped a hand to squeeze and milk my testicles, weighing them in her palm. Her other hand steadily stroked up and down, spreading the pre-cum and drool from her hungry attention to my crown down the length of my shaft.

I reached down, my hands sliding along her sides, she looked at me in lust as I pulled her to her feet. My hands dropped to her waist and pushed her leggings down, she wriggled her hips and I captured her black thong panties as well. Soon they were at her ankles, her ankle bangles chiming. I pulled her towards me, my hands at her hips, and lowered my mouth to her mocha-brown abdomen. I licked at the simple ring through her navel, then lifted her up as my mouth traveled down.

She spread her thighs apart with a gasp. I moved my hands to her firm buttocks and pulled her sex to my hungry mouth. She groaned as my lips met her dark labia. My tongue pressed in and cleaved between her lips, tasting her flavor and growling in hunger. My energy level escalated as I lapped at her sex, flicked my tongue over her clit, pressing the hood back to attack the little bean directly.

Her hands drew along the side of my head as she pulled me into her. I felt her arch her back, as I held her, her lower legs wrapping over my shoulders, her heels pressing to hold her arched as I feast on her succulent sex. I pressed my tongue into her tight opening, as my nose teased her clit, licking up until I felt her tremble.

"Fuck, Trick," she gushed, her shoulders rolling forward, "I need to feel your prick inside me."

I lowered my hands and she adjusted legs, her dark flesh sliding down my chest. Her ankles slid along my spread thighs as my hands gripped her bottom and eased her lower. I felt my crown press against her thigh, and she puffed out a soft breath along my cheek. She lowered a hand down, and her nimble fingers guided down my shaft. She arched back as her eyes locked on mine as she shifted my shaft to press my swollen crown against her lips.

I left her press her knees into the sofa, and her hips gently shifted fore and aft. Her hands wrapped around the back of my neck, as she used her toned hips and abs to spread my leaking pre-cum over her labia. Her stamina and self-control were amazing as she nestled her cunt slowly onto my engorged head. I hissed as I felt her hips shift her tight opening in a circle.

"Just, fuck me," I growled, "don't tease me, Aisha."

She smiled and nodded then with a soft grunt dropped her hips down and I felt my cock spread her opening, feeling her stop, wriggle, then grind to take my cock deeper.

"Fffuck, Trick," she gushed, "Your cock is gigantic. It stretches me so much. I have never been filled like this."

Her eyes fluttered, trying to hold eye contact with me, as she screwed her hips, and ground fore and aft until I felt her bottom resting on my thighs. She paused and inhaled, and I felt her cunt clench around my shaft as she leaned forward and kissed me deeply. As we sunk into a deep passionate kiss, she lifted her hips up and then rolled back down. She rode her tight sheath up and down my firm thick rod, and groaned into the kiss. I held back the instinct to grab her and take over.

"Fuck, Aisha," I growled parting the kiss, my hands lowering to grip her firm buttocks, and guided her hips as she continued to fuck in slow steady strokes, "That feels so good, you're so tight, the way you cunt clenches around my cock, is FUCK."

We continued like that for countless minutes. She watched me with her light hypnotic eyes, and I was entranced. Her gentle continuous motion up and down my cock was like being stroked by a velvet glove. She tirelessly worked herself up and down my cock. She would archback and ride letting my eyes drop down to watch my cock disappear into her pink folds. Then she would press forward, her diamond hard nipples pressing into my chest as she rode me like a horse. Bangles at wrist and ankles adding music to her intimate dance.

Reaching a point of wanting more, I leaned into her and kissed her. I wrapped my arms around the small of her back, then leaned forward to a squat, then pressing up, my thighs extended and lifted her into the air still impaled on my cock. Her ankles wrapped around my waist as she panted, and rolled her hips, continuing to squeeze me with her inner muscles and roll her hips around my cock.

I twisted and lowered her to the sofa, and laid her on her back. I settled down to my knees, and pulled her hips to the edge of the seat. I grabbed her hips and held her down, then thrust firmly forward till my balls slapped against her ass. I drew back and thrust again, stroking in full thrusts. She groaned and rolled her back, and hands lifting to her breasts and fingers trapping her nipples. I increased my pace, firing my hips to drive my cock in deep.

The combination of my ever steaming pre-cum and her own full arousal had our juices streaming down her inner thighs. I moved my hands to the back of her knees, and spread her legs apart and pressed her knees back. I hammered my cock into her. She bucked and looked at me with lust-glazed eyes.

"Fuck me," she chanted, "Fuck this cunt, fuck me hard, take me.. FUCK, fucking make me your whore."

I growled as I heard her cursing, and repeated my own litany as I felt her cunt grip tighten getting close to her edge.

"You're mine, my fuck toy whore. My little cock toy cunt. You'll live for my cock. You'll dream of my cock... You can never get enough. Fuck!"

I dropped my hips, the angle of my cock driving my head into her g-spot. I pulled my hand from her knee, and dropped to press the heel of my hand into her mound, just above her clit. I leaned forward and felt her cunt collapse around my hard cock, endlessly splitting her in two. My other hand slapped one of her breasts.

Her eyes widened as she looked at me, then I felt her trip into bliss as her orgasm hit. I slid my hand up to her neck and held her down. One hand at her neck, the other holding her hips down. My hips blurred and I rutted into her, I felt her trip again, her thighs clenching and her legs shaking. Then it was a series of blissful crests as I rode her hard. Her eyes looked at me, then closed as her head tossed back again and again. She pressed her head forward, and I clenched, robbing her of oxygen as her flesh reddened.

Then I slammed deeply into her and my balls tightened as my cock pulsed and jets of cum billowed into her contracting womb. I roared as my hips bucked, each mini-thrust sending another torrent of cum. She shook under me, and I pulled my hand from her neck. I lowered over her and kissed her deeply. She shuddered and surrendered her lips to my deep kiss. My hips slowed and I lowered into her, wrapping her in my arms.

I wrapped her up tightly, then rose up to stand. She shuddered as I lowered myself back onto the couch. I held her to me until she relaxed, and her breath returned. She shifted, and I felt that my cock was still deep inside her. Her eyes fluttered open and she grinned lazily, drunk in her lust.

"Fuck," Aisha said, breathlessly "Who are you?"

I blinked and drew back, momentarily confused. Did she forget who I was? Did my powers zap her brain? Was she about to scream rape?

"Um," I stammered, "I'm Rick, you're new neighbor."

She tilted her head, then tossed her head back and giggled. Her lush dark locks fanning out as she pressed her hand into my chest.

"I know who you are, Trick," she said, using her nickname for me, "I meant more, who the fuck are you, and where did you come from."

She leaned in and gave me a kiss, and groaned. She clenched her inner muscles and squeezed my cock inside her. Which made her shudder in her post-coital bliss.

"I mean you show up, have some tea, then fuck me like a god," she said, shaking her head, "little g."

"Little g?" I asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Not a GOD god, but ..." she drifted off as another tremor went through her flesh, "I am Hindi, I suppose. At least I was raised as one. We understand there are many gods." She paused and peered at me, "Are you one of those gods?" she asked flatly.

"Uh..." I looked blankly at her.

"You're not an avatar of Kama are you?" she gushed and fluttered her eyelashes.

"Now you're just fucking with me." I said and smiled.

She pushed off me and I felt my cock slip from her tight sheath. She cupped her sex, and sighed, twisting to to lie next to me so that her dark hair rested on my thigh.

"I almost had you, Trick," she giggled, "But for real, I fear it will take a week for me to tighten back up."

I cupped her bare breast and squeezed, "I hear that it doesn't take that long," pulling on her taut dark brown nipple.

"Oh," she tittered, "You want to come stretch it again?"

"That's not a bad idea," I said enjoying how her coffee toned flesh looked naked beside me.

"Well, we are neighbors," she smiled, "You never know what may happen."

She closed her eyes and just breathed, and I stretched my arms out and relaxed. I was supposed to be showing self-control. I shouldn't just mindlessly fuck the first neighbot that invited me for tea, though I seriously liked that Chai.

I leaned forward and took a sip, then drank the rest of the cup. It had cooled down, but still was very good.

"They say chai is good for your manhood." she said and flipped onto her belly.

She reached her delicate fingers towards my deflated cock, and ran a finger along the base of my foreskin, and I twitched. My hand dropped and gripped a dark brown ass cheek, and swatted it, causing her to yelp, then my grip made her moan.

"You spoil me," she said, then leaned and licked the head of my cock, and purred as she enjoyed the taste. She then pushed up and walked towards the hall. Looking back at me and pausing at the wall.

"Where were you going, when you stopped to say hello, Trick?" she asked with a soft smile.

"I was going to the pool, thinking I might swim." I answered.