Underworld Queen (26 page)

Molly quickly put his cock in her mouth and sucked the whole shaft of him as he moved in and out of her pink lips. She dug her fingers into his buttocks, pulling him into her mouth. She licked his shaft underneath, encircling his engorged head with her little tongue, flicking into the crease in the middle, seeking more salty moisture.

He would have her right there on the floor, on the towel. He had to have her. She smiled, picking up his thoughts, kneeling in front of him and pausing her tasting. She removed the useless unclasped bra. She licked his bobbing member as she deftly slipped off her panties, but left her skirt on. Her sandals were still strapped around her delicate ankles as she turned around on all fours, lifting her skirt to present her perfectly formed peach of an ass to him. He could see her sex was glistening and wet.

Carl knelt behind her, extending his tongue to the moist slit, tasting the warm honey of her body. He sucked the lips of her as his tongue slipped down across her opening to her clitoris and flicked it back and forth.

“Oh, God, Professor,” she gasped.

“You like this when I taste you?”

“Yes. I’ve wanted to sit on your face all day.”

“Nice if I could sit under the counter. You could spread your legs and I could pleasure you for hours while you help people at the desk.”

“Yes,” she agreed. He didn’t think it was such a bad idea, either.

He pulled back and looked at her little ass. He pressed a finger into her peach, noticing it came out wet with her juices. He inserted another finger and heard her howl with pleasure. She moved back to force her opening over his fingers, clamping down with her muscles, then sliding back. Carl’s cock pressed into one check and slowly, as he withdrew his fingers, followed the wet trail to her opening. He watched the head of his cock embed itself in the folds of her lips, losing itself in the warmth of her. He spread her cheeks wide and withdrew, lapping around her opening. She quivered as he licked and swizzled his tongue inside her.

Carl placed his cock back inside her. He adjusted his thighs outside of hers as she bent down, her chest on the floor, her ass rising up to meet and accept him. He pushed through to the hilt and almost spilled his seed right there, but was able to stop himself. A few brief seconds they paused, breathing in unison, and then he began to pump her.

He rammed her deep. She spread her cheeks for him to see his entry, driving him to deepen his penetration. He moved her onto her shoulder and raised her leg over him as he pumped her from the side.

He pulled her back onto him as he squatted and she rode his cock with her legs squeezing his thighs as she arched her torso up. She rode him deep.

He leaned back and she continued riding him backwards, raising up and then moving her ass down on top of his groin, as he raised his buttocks to join with her. Her heart-shaped ass rippled and bounced on his thighs. He felt himself twitch as his balls tightened and he began to spill. She ground herself into him as he came. She milked him, squeezed him, devoured him.

He leaned forward and squeezed her breasts, whispering into her neck and back.

“Love you, Molly. Love you. Love you.”

“Yes, my love. I love you too.”

“Marry me,” he said impulsively.

“Ask me again when you aren’t deep inside me. I want to see you on your knees in front of me. I want to see your eyes.”

“And what will you say?”

“What do you think?” She looked around the top of her shoulder and in her half-lidded eyes he saw his whole world. And the answer he would want to hear.

She climbed off him, rubbing his flaccid member with the towel they had been kneeling on. She drew the towel to her own sex as Carl helped her with his left hand, sliding around the terrycloth towel edge to slip a finger inside her dripping sex. He loved everything about her, how she felt before, during and after sex. He wanted to explore her for the rest of his life, and was sure he’d be as turned on for the thousandth time he claimed her as he was today.

God, that will only take a year.
He had plans spanning eighty or more years, whatever she could give him.

“Come, Professor. I need a shower now. I want you to wash me clean. Then I have some special cream that will make you rock hard for about six hours. Does this sound like something you’d like to do?”

“Are you fucking nuts?”

She lent him a hand as he rose, standing in front of her.

“Yes,” she said as she leaned into him, pressing her breasts to his chest, letting him feel the slickness still remaining in her opening as she rubbed herself along his thigh. “I am consumed by fucking you. I want to spend my whole day under your body.”

“Or on top of it,” he answered.

“Yes.”

“Or in front of me.”

“Yes.”

“Or tied spread-eagled to my bed, unable to get up. A slave to my body.”

“Yes.” She kissed him, her tongue playing with his. Her hands laced down his back and squeezed his cheeks. “I am yours to do with whatever you like.”

The first light
of day shone in through the blinds in his bedroom just as he pumped and expelled his last drop. He had fucked her all night long, literally. He’d lost count at five times. The instant she drizzled the warm oil over his throbbing red member, it sprang to life and would not be denied. He’d caught her from behind as she leaned over to place the little green vial on the bedside table. He buried his head in the steam resident in the back of her neck, where her damp hair smelled of lavender from the shower gel. He bit her earlobe and she squealed, moving her smooth ass into him as he plunged into her again and again.

He’d carried her, impaled on his stiff cock, to the living room and helped himself to her body in front of the fire’s dying embers. The golden and orange hues from the fire softly illuminating the cheeks of her succulent rump. Her breasts looked like liquid gold as he grasped them, spilling over his fingers. With each touch they seemed to grow, just as his dick swelled. She stopped him once, tasted him just to the point of climax, then pushed him over the edge as she hungrily swallowed his seed.

He wanted her as he watched her walk to the kitchen to retrieve a glass of ice water for the both of them. He pleasured her with a cold ice cube he placed in her cave with his tongue and lips, and then felt her cool sheath as he screwed her again.

Exhausted, his body writhed and shook with the remnants of his climax, her body arching and moaning below him as he felt her spasms of pleasure. He dropped down on top of her without removing himself, and instantly fell asleep, feeling her fingers lace through the tendrils of his hair. She was whispering a strange covenant in a foreign tongue, over and over again.

“What is that
oil you bought?” He asked an hour later as he rose from her steamy body.

“Something Granny gave me. She normally gives it to couples who have trouble conceiving.”

“I see.” Carl frowned. “Granny is just being sure we are permanently joined I guess.”

“No way you’re going to get away, Professor.” She helped him lay on his back. “Are you tired?”

“Yes.” He exhaled and she got up, entering his tiny closet. She came back with several of his silk ties she had placed over her neck, the ends flapping wonderfully against the smooth nipples of her full breasts. He traced a forefinger over one nipple as it fisted into a knot. “What are these for?” he asked as he turned up a small end of one of the silk ties.

“A game.” She moved his arm above his head and secured his wrist with one of the ties to the poster just to the side. Then she secured his other hand to the left. She slid down his body, and over the bulge of his still erect cock, then down one leg, where she tied another knot around that ankle and secured it to the bedpost there. She kissed the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to his bulging sack, and then with a hot tongue traced a line from his inner thigh, down behind his knee and down to his ankle, where she adjusted and secured the last tie.

She grabbed a tiny purple jar from the floor and opened it. She smeared a light pink paste over her nipples and he watched as they tightened into little nubs of pleasure. Carl licked his lips as he anticipated being able to suck them. Her sultry dark eyes lowered to her midsection as she rimmed her opening with more of the pink cream. Her body shuddered as a silvery white aura emanated from her flesh, encircling her like a halo.

When she opened her eyes, Carl saw Molly’s silvery flesh glowing in the early morning sunlight. Her hair framed her heart-shaped face. The silvery tip of her forefinger dipped into the purple jar and came out with a dollop of the thick pink paste. She stepped off the bed and with her finger let the delicious mixture line a trail on the underside of his cock.

Carl felt a tingling he’d never felt before. His balls swelled, the size of his shaft expanded but the most amazing thing was that his penis took on a white-silvery aura. He felt his pulse all the way to the bottoms of his feet. He wanted so to be buried inside her. She straddled him around the waist and leaned forward so he could get a mouthful of her right breast.

The taste was like mint buttercream candy, and as he sucked and then swallowed, his entire mouth and throat tingled. His tongue became hypersensitive, like he could feel every little pink bump of her plump nipple. He swirled his tongue around in circular motions as he suckled from her. He sighed with satisfaction as she drew back and smiled.

“God, Molly. What is that stuff you’ve brought here.”

“You like?” she said as she leaned in and gave him her other breast.

“Um hum,” he said with his mouth filled with her flesh. He licked her peach. “You taste wonderful.”

She bent her elbows together, squeezing her tits, then slid down his waist slowly until he could feel his cock at her opening.

“I hope it’s glue. I hope you make me stick there all day.”

She giggled. “You let me do all the work now. Your hands and feet are constricted. I’ll have my way with you now and there isn’t anything to stop me.”

He saw her spread herself so he could watch his entry. His eyes transfixed on the way his cock spread her lips to the side. He felt her squeeze her opening tight. Every inch was a pleasure all its own. She rocked and vibrated on top of him. She pressed herself over him deep, then drew up slowly and then back down over him again. Her rocking motions and whispers echoed throughout the room, as if they were with an audience. He heard a whisper by his ear, and could feel the moist breath of another being. The bottoms of his feet rubbed against warm flesh. He felt hands on his chest and another set on one of his thighs.

“You have awakened the Eros muses, my love.”

“Who are they?”

“They join in our love. Love seekers. Attracted to Eros.” Molly whispered something in a strange dialect and heard a multiple whisper response. “It is rare. The first time for me, and many never experience this.”

Carl saw a white shimmering hand rub Molly’s neck and down her spine as she leaned into it. Another hand squeezed her breasts, first one, then the other, as Molly arched back and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her green irises sent a light green mist down to his face. He inhaled the sweet identical scent of the paste. A silvery finger traced his lips just before Molly claimed them. His balls tingled as he lurched inside her. An invisible hand had touched and massaged him there. As Molly began to climax, the muses’ voices got louder as well. They were the echo to Molly’s moans of pleasure as she rocked back and forth, rolling herself forward and back, pressing the nub of her clitoris against root of his cock. As she said, “Yes,” there was a hissing of yeses swarming all around him, breathing in both ears. He could feel kisses placed all over his body.

The silvery coating seemed to burn off Molly and at last, when her shuddering was over he exploded inside her. Her pink skin had returned, dotted with a silvery residue. The whispers were gone, and at last, they were alone. She pulled the covers up over them, leaning into his chest and quickly fell asleep.

Carl lay there stunned at what had just happened. He wasn’t so sure he liked the idea of the muses in his bedroom, but he was a fan of the paste and the oil. He knew that Molly’s granny was the source of it all, and could almost hear her cackling with glee in the distance somewhere.

There was so much to ask Molly. He decided that if he died today, he would have experienced a lifetime of sexual pleasure most men never even dreamed of. He would risk anything, even death, to keep her safe.

His cell phone rang. The distinctive ring told him not to miss this call.

It was Jonas Starling.

“S
tarling here,” Jonas
said to the hello from Carl.

“Um, just a minute, please…” Carl’s voice trailed off with rustling sounds in the background. Jonas knew he’d caught the Professor in bed. Carl began mumbling but not into the mouthpiece.

“Sorry, Carl. What was that?”

“I’ve been asked to request a meeting with you.”

“Who asked?” Jonas knew the answer even before Carl said it.