Temptation's Tits

He held her shivering in his arms and rubbed his hands up and down her back to generate heat. "Do you feel pure and clean?"

"Yeh," she said, losing track of the horror of the event in the solid comfort of his arms. Her stomach growled.

"I think you need some fruit, my darling. Your stomach is making noise."

"I need some meat and cheese," she said, suddenly famished.

"Fruit would serve you better. You've got to trust me."

"I trust you completely, husband."

"How about some raspberries?"

* * *

Temptation's cooch was well-groomed but not shaved all the way. She kept a two-inch wide line of the dark and curly hairs going from the top of her crotch down to near the top of her vag.

Luxor was hovering over her, both of them completely naked. He was chewing up fistfuls of raspberries and spitting them back onto Temptation's body. He spread them across Temptation's tits, then down into the mess of her pubes, the little seedy chunks of red-pink supple fruit getting caught up in the curly line of hair.

She begged him not to rub any into her vagina, like she knew he wanted to do. He had already said he had a fetish for that, and for the pain it would cause her.

"I think I've gone hard enough on you for now, my love," he said, calling her his love for the first time ever. Truth be told, they had met less than five hours ago.

It was 10 p.m., dark outside, and all his guests were either shacked up in a guest room or shipped back home. They were in another secret, windowless room. A low eight-foot tall ceiling presided over an orient-styled dining space, with low rectangular tables and sitting cushions on the colorful rugs that covered the floor.

She was lying on that rug with her head on a pillow, and he kept spitting up raspberry chunks on her. She scooped up the piles that weren't spread into her skin and ate them down. The little bits of fruit did nothing to assuage her yawning hunger.

"I need you to feed me! More than just fruit."

"I can feed you one of my loads."

"You don't have another load in you."

"You'd be surprised. The fire still burns hot within me."

He was already in position to ride her, and his dick had risen to the occasion again. This would make four times in just about as many hours. His stamina was amazing!

He spit a pile of chewed raspberries onto her belly. He started to rub the inky matter into her belly in circles at the same time that he penetrated her. He lifted her left leg straight up toward her head and fucked her from a side angle, bearing his weight down into the leg and giving her hamstring a deep stretch.

She oohed and ahhed as he went in and out of her, splashing her with his cock gestures. He stayed in deep for a protracted moment while he rubbed his shaft back and forth across no more than two centimeters, directing the pressure of that pulsing gesture against the top wall of her inner pussy.

"What do you want from me baby?"

"I want you to feed me Daddy."

"My baby is a hungry, horny, naughty girl. She doesn't deserve any food, but I'll feed her anyway."

"Thanks Daddy. You're the best Daddy in the world."

"Tell your Daddy why he's the best," he said, putting some impact behind his thrusts now. His hips clapped against the one side of her upturned ass.

"He's so generous and loving. He's so smart and creative. He's an artist and an entrepreneur. There's nothing he can't do, and there's nothing he won't do for his babygirl, sooner or later."

"What about rich?"

"Daddy is the richest man in the whole city. Everyone looks up at his house and wishes it could be theirs. They think he's lucky, but really they know he's just better than them."

"Have you ever known a better man than your Daddy?"

"Never. There is no better man out there than my Daddy."

"You'll be lucky to drink his come."

"I'll be so lucky."

"You're going to owe your Daddy big time."

"My Daddy can always take whatever he wants from his babygirl."

"What would Mommy think if she saw us like this, baby?" he said, suddenly riding her faster, bouncing against the back of her thigh.

"Mommy can never get between Daddy and his babygirl. She knows that Daddy is in charge, and I'm his favorite."

"You keep your pussy so tight, babygirl."

"I keep it tight for my Daddy alone. No one else can enter where he comes, and that's how I always want it to be, just you and me, Daddy."

"I remember the day you were born, girl. I raised you to serve me."

"You raised your babygirl right. Uh, uh, ohh. You raised me so good."

"Tell your Daddy how much you love him."

"Daddy, I love you so much I would die for you."

"Do you promise me you would?"

"I double-triple promise, Daddy. And if you ever died I want to die with you. We can be buried together, and rot beneath the ground with your bone in my hole."

"My baby daughter is such a dirty baby girl. So dirty, I think she needs a mud-bath."

"I need Daddy to fill me with his filth first. His babygirl is so hungry."

His eyes rolled back, and his jaw dropped, all his focus on the mounting swirling pleasure rising from his loins. He was being a good Daddy and trying to hurry for his hungry girl.

Then he opened his eyes, almost glaring at her, with a fierce dispassion that she found so remote and detached it almost frightened her. "Enough of the Daddy talk, you little posing bitch. Now I want you to beg for your food."

"Oh please please please. Feed me, Daddy! Feed me! Feed me with your warm wet come."

"I said, bitch. I'm not your Daddy, and even if I were, I wouldn't want to be. You're such a disgrace, you little begging bitch."

"But what did I do now?"

"You're always asking, asking, asking, and never giving anything back."

"But baby, I always give you everything you ask for."

"No, I always have to take it for myself. And I do, because I can." With that he pulled out of her, turned his hips away, stroked his wet dick rapidly, and spurted across one of the low-lying tabletops. "You can have the leftover scraps, useless beggar bitch."

"But I wanted you to come in my mouth," she said, looking legitimately distraught. Their role-playing was vivid and spontaneous, toying with the border between fantasy and true-life feeling. When he called her a bitch, it stung in her chest. When he called her useless, it stung even more.

She crawled to the edge of the table, feeling weak and light, and licked the streaks of jizz off the table.

"Are you satisfied now?"

"Yes," she lied. "So satisfied."

"Don't ever call me your Daddy again. It's forbidden."

"Whatever you wish, Lux."

"I'm just kidding, bitch. I loved it."

"I never know what's real with you."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

They took an elevator down several flights into what she assumed was the basement. The cavernous chamber she entered reminded her of a Roman bath. Except the center of the space was not a pool of water, but a dirty wet mud pit.

This man had everything he ever dreamed of, and somehow he had dreamed of having her. Temptation couldn't tell if she should feel like the most or the least fortunate person to have ever lived. Either way, despite all the internal friction that was coming and going throughout this night, she couldn't help but to want this to keep going, to play this out to its very end. She wanted nothing more.

As many scary places as this night had taken her, she couldn't help but wish for morning to never come.

This could be my forever, she thought, looking down at the engagement piercing he had put in her navel.

Luxor fished out a white t-shirt from a simple wooden chest and gave it to her to put on. They had been traveling all along the secret passages of this house, naked as Adam and Eve in Eden. She stretched the shirt over her head and slid it down over her. It was a long t-shirt and it covered the top of Temptation's cooch.

He then sprayed her with a water hose, getting that white t-shirt all wet. Her nipples were pink stains showing through the sodden fabric.

"It's time for you to meet someone," he said. She noticed he had risen to a half-chub, looking at her in that t-shirt. Was there anything that didn't turn this prodigious man on, anything at all?

Another dark-haired woman walked naked out of a corridor on the far side of the bubbling mud pit. She had her pubes shaved to the same design as Temptation's cooch, and she bore more than a striking resemblance to Temptation. She had her little button nose, her wide cheekbones, and her epic breasts.

"Temptation meet Chastity, your nemesis. She thinks you have taken what's rightfully her's and she wants to fight you for it." Chastity was looking at Temptation as he spoke, with a gaze that gave nothing at all, not a single inch.

Luxor tossed Chastity a white t-shirt too. Hers was shorter and tighter and gave a full view of the line of her bush. He sprayed her down with water, and the shirt took to the curvy forms of her breasts.

He sprayed the bubbling mud pit down with water, gesturing for them to get in. Temptation stepped down gingerly, one foot at a time, while Chastity just dropped right in. Temptation got the feeling that Chastity had done this before, and she was afraid of what might happen. She had never fought anyone in her life, except her younger sister Justine, who, at three years her younger, could never put up a real defense against Temptation.

"Fight already," Luxor said, raining down water on them with the hose.

They waded through the thick, thigh-high mud, coming at each other in slow motion. Once in reach, Chastity made the first move. She used her left hand to grab ahold of Temptation's right nipple and twisted as hard as she could. Then she slapped Temptation's face hard, sending her head snapping to the right.

Temptation bit down and growled, then grabbed Chastity by the throat with both hands. Unable to breath, Chastity used her hands to try to pry the grip off her throat.

Temptation threw a punch into Chastity's eye as she released her throat. While Chastity was stunned, Temptation lunged into her, tackling Chastity down into the mud.

They wrestled down under the surface of the mud for what seemed too long of a time for either to go without breath. Then, Temptation emerged, covered in brown mud on every square inch of her. She pulled Chastity up out of the mud by her hair. She wiped a swipe of mud of her opponent's face and glaring into her eyes, she said, "Are you done bitch?"

When Chastity didn't respond, Temptation slapped her across the cheek, then yanked up harder on her hair. "ARE YOU DONE?"

"I'm done," Chastity muttered.

Temptation shoved her onto her back and turned away, wading toward to edge of the mud pit to get out. She didn't hear Chastity get back up and rush her from behind, shoving Temptation down on her knees. Chastity jumped on her back and snaked her arm around her neck, trying to choke her. Temptation jabbed at Chastity's head over her shoulder, again and again until Chastity had to let go.

Chastity shoved Temptation from behind again and when Temptation turned toward her to get back up, Chastity reached into her mouth and grabbed her by her lower jaw. Temptation bit down into Chastity's fingers, as hard as she could, feeling grit and tasting mud in her mouth. Chastity screamed. Temptation spat on Chastity, who recoiled, holding her hurt hand. Temptation punched her in the nose with a snapping right hand. Her wrist buckled down on impact, singing with pain. Temptation shrieked. Blood started pouring out of Chastity's nose, splattering down into the churned mud.

Letting her hurting wrist dangle at her side, Temptation raised her left hand in a fist and took aim again at Chastity's mud-smeared face. Chastity held up her good hand, open palm forward in a fending gesture. "Mercy. Mercy."

Temptation lowered her fist, turned away. Chastity walked away for good this time.

Luxor attended to both his gladiatresses in turn, peeling their dirty clinging shirts over their heads. Their bodies were covered in mud, except where the shirts were their clean white skin gleamed in the lurid light of this basement chamber.

The two women showered themselves clean, sharing looks that went beyond any simple description.

"I want you girls to kiss and make up," Luxor said, when they were cleaned up and drying off with towels.

Chastity walked up to her, looking her eye to eye, and planted a kiss on her lips. Temptation kissed her back. "You win," Chastity said. "He's all your's."

Chastity wandered in a slow traipse out of the mudroom the way she had come.

They were alone again, Luxor and Temptation. The adrenaline rush from fighting had given away inside her to an urgent horniness, a lust for carnal pleasure. She felt like Luxor must need a break, by now, so she sat with her feelings of sexual need and didn't reach out for his cock, even though it was right there, hanging down between his naked thighs.

As if he could read her mind, Luxor said, "Patience, my champion. I will give you your reward in due time."

"You are the only reward I need, Lux."

"Good." Then he surprised her by kneeling down between her thighs, and caressed her hip where the black floral tattoo was. He leaned into her crotch and kissed her pussy. She gripped the top of his head, scratching his scalp, as he performed expert cunnilingus on her pussy. He flicked her clit back and forth across his erect tongue, making her gargle with pleasure. She came once, a sudden rush, and he drank the fluids that seeped from her vagina.

"Do I taste good, Lux?"

"You taste like nectar," he said.

"Drink me up, love. I want to quench your thirst."

"You have," he said, then ducked back into her crotch.

He ate her pussy until she came again, harder deeper longer this time, and her salty-sweet nectar drained down his throat.

"Is it time for bed yet?"

On cue, he opened up his palm and held out a white oval pill to her. "This will keep you up."

She swallowed the pill down, washed it down with a gulp of her own spit, which still carried the bitter hint of Luxor's semen.

They left the chamber, following the path out that Chastity had taken. For a half hour they wandered dim corridors here and there, arriving nowhere in the vast labyrinth of this mysterious mansion. She had long since lost all sense of time and space. At that half-hour mark which she wasn't counting, the pill set in, and everything started to speed up, starting with her thoughts, which felt bright, lucid, and charged with virile desire.

The two travelers were wearing white towels, hers wrapped around her chest and his around his waist.

She pushed him against a cinder-block wall and pulled away the towel. Despite a rise in his cock, he pushed her away. "It's not time yet."

"But I need you. I need your hard hot cock so bad," Temptation said, slavering over her words. The corners of her vision were blurred, and everything in front of her loomed so close at hand in vivid imminent focus.

She turned away from him and went scampering away down the corridor, leaving him behind. She didn't look back, running fast and faster still, taking whatever random corner appeared and going deeper into the maze. She assumed he would follow her, but after five minutes of the chase, she stopped, panting out of breath, and found herself completely alone.

She was content for now to lean against the wall and play with her pussy. She was glad to be alone with herself, for now. She felt no fear, with the drug coursing though her veins. She felt impatient for no reason and kept walking, grabbing at and playing with herself as she stutter-shuffled along. She rubbed and rubbed herself, her hand taking on a thick sexual glaze. Why were her fluids so thick, thick like a man's come and sticky? She licked the streaking lines off her fingers and kept rubbing and rubbing.

She dug her two middle fingers up into her pussy, groaning as she jogged them in and out. She fondled her own breast, flicked her own nipple, caressed her own belly. She felt like the orgasm kept getting farther and farther away, even as she enjoyed the feelings of playing herself, lost in an endless moment of motionless pleasure, going nowhere. She was so lost, in such a foreign place, but she didn't even notice, lost as she was in a frenetic moment that swallowed all past and future whole.

She wandered across a metal door, with a stainless-steel handle, and without thinking, she tried it. The door creaked inward.

She came into a small narrow room, another cinder-block wall, and the only thing in it was a large flat two-tiered desk topped with no less than twelve computer monitors. Each screen was divided into sixteen squares, each one showing what Temptation found to be a video feed from different rooms in the house. One of the monitors was all bathrooms. One of the monitors was all the guest rooms. She found a stream of a pair of guests, night owls, still wildly fucking at whatever hour it had become beyond her notice. She watched enraptured as the young gal rode the older man in reverse cowgirl. He swatted at her ass with every third or fourth thrust.

Temptation slapped her own vaginal lips, bouncing the backsides of her fingers off her pussy in a hard and fast rhythm. She found another room where a man was sitting at a bedside table, watching what must've been porn on his laptop and beating his meat as he sat in a chair. She selected the feed for that room, zoomed in close on the head of his cock and waited for it. She watched him wank at lightning speed, ravenously, then let go all of a sudden and his dick pulsed a few times flexing back and forth toward and then away from his abdomen. The man was edging.

She zoomed out again. He wiped a splotch of precum onto his fingertip, then lifted his finger to his lips and suckled on it. "Ooh you're such a dirty boy. Such a mean dirty boy, teasing your Temptation like that."

He started again, slowly working up the speed until he was just ripping at the tip in a rabid short pulsing moment. He tipped his head back, mouth open, and seemed for a moment to look right at the camera, right into Temptation's eyes. He slowed down all of a sudden, lengthening his strokes, each one a little slower and more deliberate than the last. His thighs were shaking, and so was his torso. With one long slow downward pull, he finally came, shooting two big gobs that overshot his expectations and landed on his laptop's keyboard. His dick kept pulsing long after those first two shots, sending a stream of milky white semen out of the gaping dick hole, draining down over his scrotum onto the fabric of the chair he sat in. He scooped up a puddle of the come and wiped it across his face like war-paint.

Then he got up from the chair, letting the porn still stream on his computer, and collapsed sideways onto the bed. He flicked off the light and vanished from view into the obscurity of darkness.

"More, more, more," she said, feeling the compulsion of voyeurism for the first time in her life.

Behind her the door creaked open, and Luxor walked in. "I found you!"

"Yay!" she said. "Are you going to jack your cock for me too, naughty boy?"

"Do you love to watch?"

"I love it so much."

"Well I have a delicious treat for you to watch, but it's not here, so we have to go."

He grabbed her by the elbow and guided her out of the room as she protested, "But you've got to stroke your big mean cock for me baby. You've got to make it come everywhere and everywhere."

"Patience, love."

"Patience? What's patience?"

He held her hand as they made their way further through the dark, dry maze. Otherwise, she wouldn't have stopped grabbing for his cock.

At long last, they came to a room lit up with bright fluorescent light. It looked like an operating room, a flat gurney dominating the center of the space, which had white walls and white ceramic tile flooring.