'But after that, remember now,' she shook a playfully reproving finger at him, 'you're in complete command.'
He nodded raptly, and he did not consult the mirrored ceiling or the walls to stare avidly at her, near as she was, the gauzy wrap shaping out her voluptuous hillocks of buttocks, breasts and the sweet sweep of her quiveringly muscled thighs. She began to trail the tips of her fingers against his penis, lingering most of the glans and then moving along the shaft and to the testicles. Slowly she proceeded to tickle the undersides of these now diminished sacks, till gradually he began to feel a renewal of that aching intimation towards sexual readiness.
'Would it help, do you think, dear,' she murmured, 'if you were rough and used, well, you know, dirty words? Sometimes that helps, especially with an intellectual, mature man like you. You're so much the father type, Tim, I suspect you've been holding yourself in for years-of course it's none of my business.'
'But it is,' he chuckled, then reached for her and pulled her to him, his mouth seeking hers. Her tongue at once delved between his lips and brushed the tip of his, and once again the feverish electrical current between them seemed recharged. He could feel his penis stiffening, and the dull ache in his groin became noticeably more demanding.
'I swear, you must have majored in psychology at college,' he hoarsely whispered when the kiss was over.
'Matter of fact, I did,' she giggled softly, then bent to take one of his paps into her mouth and to suck it daintily and then rubbed. the tip of her tongue over it. Once again it was a new sensation for him, and he felt again the stimulus of lustful eagerness.
And now, felinely, she got to her knees and crouched at his left side, her fingers lightly fleeting over his belly and inner thighs as she bowed her head towards his penis and playfully flicked the reddened tip of the glans with her pert tongue. He closed his eyes and shivered, for the angle at which she was placed and the exquisite wantonness of her face as seen through the tumbled cascade of coppery hair recalled to him the vivid image that he had tried to banish from his mind. Yet there was a resemblance, and the awareness of it shocked him while at the same time appealing to the basest senses of his sexual yearnings. But in the midst of this conflict, he could feel his penis growing turgid once again as if he had not already achieved a magnificently shattering fulfillment just moments ago. The awareness of this over weighed the guilty shame of that other thought, the thought he dared not dwell upon.
And yet there was protection in this fantasy-world which Eleanor had created for him: she knew only his first name and he hers; she had just now given him carte blanche to translate into lecherous abandon all the secret longings he had nurtured for so long. After tonight, it could be a forgotten interlude, dismissed as a one-time caprice, though its memories could be cherished in delicious secrecy through the years ahead, through the nights with Rachel. And because there was no cruelty in him to begin with, what he did now in this mirrored room would not and could not matter to anyone save himself so far as the future and his peace of mind were concerned.
Suddenly he groaned aloud. She had begun to inflict tiny nibbling kisses all along his penis from scrotum to the urethral lips, which had begun to pucker and twitch with convulsive receptivity to the soft moist caress of her red lips. At the same time, her fingertips plied the insides of his thighs and the edges of his buttocks near the cleavage with a persistent and delicious friction that sent innumerable tremors through his entire nervous system and inevitably concentrated all their cumulative revitalization into the now agonizedly swollen structure of his throbbing penis.
'Oh, my, Tim, you're ready to take command right now, really you are!' she huskily declared, kneeling up and considering him with humid, widened eyes. 'Remember, I want you to do whatever you like to me, and don't hold it back. How do you want me to get ready for you, lover?'
He sat up, trembling with unslaked desire. 'Get on all fours, bow your head way down to the bed, and spread those luscious legs of yours, Eleanor honey!' he heard himself saying in a hoarse, unrecognizable voice. As she began to pluck open the buttons of the black net wrap, he put his hands to her wrists, shook his head: 'No, just the way you are right now!'
'Your command is my law, master,' she whispered and made a saucy face at him as she moved away to the middle of the bed and then bowed her forehead down to its yielding surface, pressing down her palms on either side of her and beyond her head, and spreading her knees to maximum. He knelt up, shuddering violently as he moved behind her. With trembling fingers he lofted the wrap and rolled it up along the smooth ivory plane of her tendered back. This time he glanced upward at the ceiling to watch the libidinous reflection, his hands reaching out to stroke and squeeze the resilient globes of her jutting naked buttocks. Eleanor sighed deeply and squirmed lasciviously as she felt his sinewy fingers fondle her ivory flesh.
Her hair tumbled out along the bed towards her left arm, and in this genuflecting servile pose she became the epitome of every exotically beautiful concubine awaiting the virile will of her owner. His fingers moved round the edges of her hips, to feel her belly and abdomen, then dipped into the pink hairless orifice, tickling the soft moist twitching lips as he moved closer to her. The tip of his penis brushed against the shadowy, distended groove between her up reared, yielded naked buttocks, and he heard her suck in her breath sharply at the intimation. 'Do you want some of that ointment first, before you do it to me, dearest?' he heard her gasp.
'No, you sweet bitch, and I'm taking over now, remember?' Now his voice was authoritative and compelling. There was a glory in being male now, the possessor of this exciting, imaginative houri. 'Get ready to be fucked, Eleanor.' Again he did not recognize his own voice as It throbbed with lust. And the very words made a thousand thrills of sensuality permeate his every nerve and sinew.
'Yes, master, I'm ready to be fucked,' she whispered huskily. 'Do it to me hard, as long as you can, I need it so badly! I'm your little girl, and I want my Daddy to give it to me good and hard!'
His face twisted into a rictus of tortured passion at these fateful words. They had evoked the very images he had sought to banish out of an age-old taboo, and now they were furiously vivid. With a choking cry, he gripped the insides of her upper thighs and steered his aching penis against the gaping pink cleft of her vulva. There was a lewdly sucking sound as he entered her, and then with a savage thrust impaled her to his very testicles, feeling them slap against the under edges of her jouncy ivory buttocks. And then once again he was caught up in the magic of her primal womanliness: he could feel the tightening clench of her vaginal walls against his rooted shaft. Closing his eyes, his fingers mercilessly digging into her quaking thighs, he prolonged this ecstatic moment of possession. And through it all he could feel the flutterings of her sheath as it gripped him in a timeless yet always thrillingly new captivity.
He reached forward now to cup the dangling globes of her swelling naked breasts and to squeeze them ardently as he pressed himself to complete cohesion. The warm grinding resistance of her thrust-back naked behind against his belly and upper thighs was indescribably glorious. And this time he knew that it would be long and sweet and savage, as it should always be when the flesh burned for fulfillment. Because she had eased him of his first agonized tensions, there would now be time to spin out this far more assionate consummation that would give him back his direly needed confidence in his own powers.
Eleanor arched up her buttocks, so that he could feel his penis stirring in the nethermost depths of her moist tight chasm, and he drew slightly back, his hands stroking her bare belly and sides and returning to squeeze the tops of her agile hips as if to guide and dominate her. Then again he thrust home, and was rewarded by her choking little 'Ohh, that's lovely, darling, that's so lovely! I'm so glad I'm nice for you. Tim dear!'
He halted long enough to look round at all the mirrored walls and then up at the ceiling, seeing the two of them in this licentious cuppling like a photograph perpetuated throughout eternity. And indeed time did stand still now for this dreamed of moment. His right hand moved across her belly, descended till his forefinger found the dainty little bud of her clitoris, and he prodded it experimentally. She gasped, lifted her face and he could see in the mirror of the opposite wall the wide-eyed, sensually expectant face of his beautiful red-haired consort of the night. And then he began a relentless thrusting home and drawing back just to the brink of her moist quaking maw, while his finger speeded the frictioning of her stiffening lovebud. His left hand squeezed her upper left buttock, and he could feel her jerk and squirm and weave against his maneuvers.
'Do you feel me fucking you, Eleanor, you gorgeous red-haired bitch, you?' he growled, exultant in his newly regained role.
'Oooh, yes, Daddy, I do, I do! Ohh, it's good-oh that's a lovely thing you're doing with your finger, Daddy-oh fuck your little girl ever so hard now, please hick her till she comes, I need it so badly!' She exhorted him in a tiny, whimpering voice that made him seethe with lust.
For now he could drive away the demons of the taboo, knowing that it was for this night only and understood
