Another Time - Another Place

[Lady_Kit]

Valentine pulled Amy closer and gently kissed her soft lips. Moving her mouth in a teasing way, she tasted the hollow behind her ear, and took a moment to run sharp, white teeth over a tender lobe. Enjoying the chance to toy with the young woman, Val turns her attention back to the parted lips, moistened by a pink tongue.

Feeling her resist, Val uses her skills to excite Amy to the point of kissing Val in return. Bolder now, Val moves her hands down the slim form, pausing to squeeze firm breasts, feeling the hard nipples through the fabric of Amys blouse. "Unbutton your blouse and show me your tits." she says as she steps back.

Suddenly unsure, Amy hesitates. "I said unbutton your blouse...I want to see your tits....now," knowing the girl is nervous, yet aroused, she leans forward and pinches both nipples through Amys clothing. Slight pain gives way to desire, and the young woman hurries to comply.

"Very nice, Amy, you have lovely breasts." Val purrs, and cups each with her hands, squeezing and stroking the aroused flesh. The tempation too much to bear, each taught nipple is lovingly licked and suckled until Val decides to explore further.

"Now the rest, everything off, let me see what my customers will be spending their hard earned money to enjoy." The rest of her clothing pooled at her feet, Amy stands nude before the formidible Valentine. "Turn around, let me see all of you." Val commands.

"Lovely," Amy hears from behind her "just lovely." Valentine runs her hands lightly over smooth white ass cheeks, and thinks of what Phillip will do with this one! Excited, she slides her hand lower until it covers Amys burning sex.

Thumb working against Amys hard clit, Val slides a finger inside the tight pussy. A soft moan greets the probing finger, and Val rubs more firmly against the hard clit as another finger slips inside. Holding her hand still, she allows Amy to begin moving against her. Finding a rhythm, Amy begins to move faster, the two fingers become three, and Val pumps in and out, seeking to release the tension she has built in the girl.

Suddenly, Amy arches her back, her pussy squeezes the long fingers deep inside her. Val rubs the wet juice over the swollen pussy lips and tender clit; and brings Amy to a second crashing orgasm.

As Amy bends down over the desk, Val pushes her legs apart for a moment. Plunging her tongue inside, she licks and sucks until Amy begins to move against her face. Faster and faster Vals tongue fucks the wet pussy. Amy can feel the orgasm building insider her....making her inner lips tighten around the hot tongue. The tongue that has moved to her ass, and is licking and teasing the tiny virgin rosebud. Moaning, and begging for more, Amy presses against the hard tongue...but instead of sliding into her willing body, the tongue is removed. Replacing it, is a small ivory carving in the shape of a cock. Lovingly detailed, the head tests the sensitive ass, pressing but not entering, as Vals tongue resumes pumping Amys cunt. Without warning, Amy feels herself start to cum, she knows that her juices are running onto Vals tongue and the thought makes her want to grind herself onto that beautiful face. She presses back quickly, forgetting for a second, the cock, waiting just outside her backdoor. The hard tool pops into her ass, plunging inside as she thrusts back. Sharp pain, and then pleasure, hot and fast as the final orgasm hits, and then nothing, as she collapses onto the desk.

Val smiles and says aloud..."Oh, Phillip, you are certainly going to enjoy this interview."

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine

"Ces plis roses sont les lèvres de mes desire, Vito," Jasmine said softly, her words barely audible.*

Jasmine had reverted to her native French, mesmerized as she was by the sight in the mirror before her - the dangerous beauty of the man bent between her outspread legs. Her finger came to life and stoked the soft skin of her breasts, drawing nearer to the darkened skin of her areolas. The movement was unconscious until she saw the corresponding image in the mirror. Then she deliberately teased her own nipples into taunt points.

Vito captivated her senses and her thoughts. She was becoming intoxicated beyond all hope of sobriety. Through slitted eyes, she watched with swelling desire. Instinctively she knew that Vito would take his time and she tried to prepare herself for the sweet torture. She was unsuccessful.

He gripped the curve of her hips and began to draw the tip of his tongue gently back and forth along the outer edges of her vulva. Jasmine could feel every nerve in her body answer to his touch. Her body's response intensifies and her nerve endings began to quake as Vito flicked his tongue over the turgid button of her clitoris. She felt like a butterfly caught by a pin, feeling as if she would die if she did not gain release.

Her hands moved to Vito hair, intertwining her fingers in the silky black strands, pulling him deeper into her.


OOC: translation
*These pink folds are the lips of my desire, Vito.

 

[ariosto]

Vito

" Je comprends mon petite fleur"
Vito murmured against the soft hair above her sex. "I vostri labbri e miniera insieme."
His mouth closed on the gentle swell of her mons , his full lips took possession of her moist gate and he beagan to kiss her there,
just as if it were the rouged lips upon her face he was kissing. She felt him opening effortlessly the soft petals of her desire,
filling her with itching heat, his tongue beginning to move within her like a fat bumble bee searching for necter. His long fingers
slid up and took her swollen pearl in the vee they formed, pinching it between them and rubbing...rubbing.
Her back arched against the wall, her breasts high and aching with arousal, her own fingers pulling, pinching, twisting at her nipples....
reflections moving in the glass, soft sensations made of fire...she slides forward onto his tongue and into his mouth.

Vito's hands are sliding up and down her smooth toffee thighs, he imagines her in fact, like candy, like caramel and forever after he would think
of her as that, as his Caramel. My God, but she is sweet. He's hard now, rampant with desire himself, pre-emission has coated the tip of his cock
and it glitteres in the lamp light, he feels himself at the abyss...but but holds back. He is tasting the moist folds outside the petals, and savoring
the petals themselves...dew on the roses... his lips close over the pearly center of her sex and draw it in to be a caressesed with tongue and teeth.
His licks are strong and deep they penetrate, curling into her like a serpent.
...Three times he brings her to the edge and draws her back again, three times....three times...

Her entire sex is now within his open mouth he pulls her in, her clit moving under his teeth, his tongue questing far along her tight passage,
waiting, impatient to savor her release

 

[poohlive]

A twinkle went into his eye as he heard her. She liked him, he could tell. Honestly he still wasn't sure what he wanted. Although, something stirring deep inside him already told him otherwise.
"You know," he turned, looking into her eyes, "There is something I've been wanting ever since I got on this boat."
He rose, taking her arm, his voice was a little more husky than usual, "Would you like to join me, for breakfast?"
John hadn't exactly done this before, buthe felt perhaps a little conversation and some food would help the situation. Maybe even relax him a bit. His nerves were wound as tight as they could possibly be.
Pausing, he looked from one side to the other, uhhhh. Where was the dining room on this boat?
"Do you mind leading the way?"

 

[Lady_Kit]

Amy is lethargic as Valentine lead her up the stairs to her rooms. Her eyes are heavy and soft. Her lips swollen, and slightly parted. As they arrive in the room Val sees that Sara has already prepared a bath and laid out a fresh gown for Amy.

After completing the Amys preparation for her next interview, Val will take her to Phillip as he requested.

 

[rashid]

The afternoon after the night before....

Somewhat sore from the mornings workout, I made my way to the docks. The Belle floated serenely on the rising tide waters flowing into the rivers estuary. It always thrilled me to see her after a day or two away. My sweet Southern Belle. My one true love. The only woman a man could ever even hope to control. It was a busy time for us and workers were everywhere preparing our Lady for the coming event. The main ballroom was being refurbished, some of the private rooms were getting special security features for our cumming guests, new paint was everywhere. Belle was looking good. I spent the afternoon inspecting the works progress and finally, satisfied that all was going according to schedule, I hailed a taxi cab and took myself back to the club.
The place was almost deserted when I arrived and I had my bath and dressed for the evening. Perhaps Valentine would have time to share a meal and bring me up to date on our agreement to procure company for our comming guests.

As I came down the stairs to the main salon I couldn't help noticing a handsome but confused looking young man at one of the tables blushing as he talked to one of Vals ladies. I grinned to myself thinking he was in for the ride of his young life.

I stopped at the bar just long enough to ask the barkeep to let Miss Valentine know where I was and moved into the dining room, followed by the young man and his fancy.

Seated at my usual table, I picked up the newspaper laying beside my silverware, and reflected once again that Philip was an excellent host. I ordered roast beef from the menue and settled in to read the days news. From this vantage, my back protected by the corner of the room and the door to the salon close by, I could watch the players as one by one they left their fleshy endeavours to refuel. Sometimes it seemed like I was the only man in New Orleans with work to do.........

 

[Marigold]

Violet

She smiled at his request. It was certainly refreshing to be asked for food rather than other things. She stood and nodded. "Of course. They do cook breakfast, but most guests have the food taken to their rooms, so we should have the dining room pretty much to ourselves. Come this way."

She led John to the opulent dining area and had someone bring him a big plate piled with bicuists and gravy and bacon and grits and just about anything else you could think of. There was enough food to feed a family of four, but he looked hungry. For herself, she ordered a cup of tea. She'd eaten earlier in her room like most folk had. They chatted lightly while he ate, discussing the weather and local politics.

"So, John," she said as he showed signs of slowing down on the food, "How long do you plan to stay with us? I hope you'll be around for a day or two longer, it would be nice to get to know you better." Again, she smiled, taking a sip of her tea.

 

[poohlive]

Taking in another bite of a biscuit John wiped his mouth. He cocked his head slightly at her request. She had wanted him to stay? That was unusual. Setting the napkin over his food he sat up straight.
"Well, I hadn't planned on it, but then again I don't have any pressing matters. I guess a day or two here would be just the thing for relaxation."
He paused looking into her eyes, "You don't think you could help me relax for a few days do you? I'd be totally in your hands."
He pushed the plate aside, his stomache full and happy.
"Look at me, talking away, and I don't even know your name."

 

[Mindy2]

AMY

Amy sank blissfully into the hot bath that Sara had prepared, being careful to allow her hair to fall over the back of the huge tub as she leaned her head back and sank up to her neck. She allowed her eyes to close and as she luxuriated in the warmth of the faintly scented water, she felt the wash cloth in Sara’s hands moving over her body. Amy was unaccustomed to having anyone wash her, and couldn’t keep her small nipples from hardening as the wash cloth brushed over them. Sara paid them no notice, or at least seemed not to. And all too soon she was finished and helping Amy out of the tub to dry off.

Amy noted the deep forest green gown draped over a vanity chair, and looked around for underclothing of some kind. Surprisingly there were none. Even more surprisingly, what she had thought to be an evening gown, was actually an ornate satin and lace dressing gown. Having little choice in the matter she allowed Sara to help her, naked, into the dressing gown and then stepped into the black suede, open toe pumps she found on the floor under the chair.

As Sara was brushing out Amy’s hair, Val walked in. Giving her an exaggerated once over, Val pronounced her acceptable and motioned for Amy to follow. Quickly they made their way back down the hall to the stairs leading to the third floor… Phillip’s lair.

Upon reaching the ornate oak door at the top of the stairs, Val knocked once and entered without waiting for a response. Phillip rose from the chair behind his desk and stepped out to greet Val with a gentlemanly kiss to the back of her hand, and then pulling her against him, he kissed her deeply, tasting her lips, feeling her breasts pressing against his chest and his own rapidly rising manhood pressing into the vee of Val’s thighs. Reluctantly, he forced himself to end an embrace that he suspected Val would have been all too anxious to continue; giving scant note to the fact that they had an audience.

“Since you brought this picture of innocence to me, Val, I assume you found her to up to your exacting taste.” Phillip said, as he walked over to stand next to Amy and gently caress her cheek.

“Oh she’ll look the ‘picture of innocence’ to our customers all right,” Val replied as she raised a single eyebrow at Phillip’s very obvious double entendre, “but she cums practically at the flick of my finger or the touch of my tongue. And you wouldn’t believe how much she just loved that little piece of ivory you gave me last week!”

“Not everyone’s fingers are as skilled nor tongue as talented as yours, my dear.” Phillip replied. Amy blushed, scarcely able to believe that they could speak of such things in so casual a manner.

“Somehow Phillip, I think you will find her most anxious to please. She knows how to accept pleasure. I suppose you will just have to find out for yourself whether or not she is equally adept at giving it.” And with those parting words, Val closed the door behind her on her way out.

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine

Again Jasmine approached a climax. Her body could endure the endless waves of pleasure no longer. Already her breath was coming in desperate gasps, a thin sheen of sweat covered the woman's face, her head thrashed from side to side. Her muscles convulsed and she gave in to rush after rush of sweet sensation as the orgasm ripped through her slender body.

"Je vis, je meurs, je me brule et me noye" - live, die, drown, burn - all murmured in the thrall of Jasmine's abandonment to ecstasy.

Vito's mouth did not leave her until he felt her body quiet, his touch turning to gentle kisses as she became still. Yet the fire burned within him, threatening to rage out of control.

Becoming aware of her senses, Jasmine seized the opportunity. She took possession of Vito's mouth in a ferocious kiss. Drawing him upward until they were standing, her mouth nipped and taunted him into distraction. Her breasts came into contact with his chest as she pressed the length of her flushed body into him. She continued to push until she had backed him forcefully against the wall. Her hands and mouth were all over him - sucking at the sensitive skin of his neck, scraping fingernails over his hard nipples, licking down the length of his torso as Jasmine sank to her knees.

She looked up at Vito, her tawny eyes made dark with wanting. He was magnificent; a Roman god to the island girl, a Caesar. Her eyes feasted on the length of his rigid cock, the swirling cords of veins just visible under the smooth skin. An act that should have been purely a business transaction turned to an obsession for Jasmine. She burned with the desire to feel and taste; to experience Vito's cum running down her salacious throat.

She held back long enough to press delicate kisses all around the pulsing head of his cock. Jasmine flicked her tongue over its small slit, teasing herself with the taste of his precum. Her tongue wound its way down the entire length of his shaft, and then back up his hot flesh, savoring every detail.

"Suck it, baby, suck it!" Vito said through gritted teeth.

His words made Jasmine wild. She slid her mouth as far down on his cock as she could and started sucking, her cheeks going concave with the effort. She slid her mouth up and down his shaft, her lips caressing with each stroke. Jasmine was in heat, knowing that Vito was going to feel the same star-bursting glory that she had felt under his mouth.

 

[Guest]

Receiving the message from the bartender that Jeremiah would welcome her company at dinner Valentine moves into the dining room. She notes the presence of a young man talking to one of her girls, and moves past to the table where her dinner partner is waiting.

At her approach, he rises to greet her.

*Madame," he says as he takes her hand, and turns it to kiss the now pounding pulse at her wrist, "such a pleasure to see you." He steps back and holds her chair.

In a place where sex is a commodity and debauchery is the norm, the polite phrase and genteel manner only heighten the excitement she feels. Val enjoys the game of flirtation and seduction. Tonight, she will play the game again with her handsome boat captain...knowing that in the end they both will win.

She smiles, and sits, "Good evening, Captain...I trust you spent a pleasant day?"

Putting aside his paper, Jeremiah smiles, "Yes, I did, but I hope that the night will be even more pleasurable."

"I'm sure that something can be arranged to suit your needs. However, we do have some business to conduct." Val reminds him. "I have taken the liberty of selecting a few suitable girls for you to interview. They are all intelligent, skilled, and beautiful, not to mention sensible. They will be able to keep their wits about them no matter what may occur. You can meet them in my office after dinner.

See the girl across the room?" Val gestures to a lovely brunette, "thats Violet...she's one of the girls I've selected. I'm also planning to use Jasmine, Belle, Sara, and perhaps a new girl...Amy."

Dinner arrives, and without further delay, the begin to eat. Both anticipating the night yet to come.

 

[ariosto]

Vito

He looked down across his stomach to the kneeling girl who was devouring him.
He pushed his hips forward and laced his hands into her soft shining hair. Her lips were crimson against the glistening veined iviory of his cock. She could not take all of him in but she was trying very hard to.

"Use your hands carissima" he moaned.
Jasmine placed her beautiful hand around his shaft and used it with her warm mouth and tongue to set him burning from base to tip.
Vito tensed his thighs and pushed himself up into her waiting lips and fingers.
He felt a delicious force pulling at him, pulling at his center, as her hands ran the soft skin up and down, up and down his rock hard core as her mouth was drawing him up into into her warmth.

Fingers on his testicles, scratching, squeezing rolling... what a divine ache she was causing to engulf him!
He wanted her...imagined himself pushing into her little cunt, spreading her wide, forcing her apart. Hands squeezing, crushing her breasts, tongue serpentine gliding inside..
.
Finger slides into his ass...He jumps, drives forward, Jasmine almost chokes as his huge cock fills her mouth and slides into her hroat...
Finger there, GOD!... No holding it now...Cannot...GOD...Finger rubbing, pushing...

ACHINNNGGGG!!!!!RELeasssseeeeeeeeeee.....cuming, sweet cuming, pulsing burning semen, filling the honey'd mouth.
She takes it all, hot and flowing running down her throat...hand still pumping, she withdraws it from her lips...last surges upon her cheek, her lips,,, pearl beads and strings flowing down the taffy fingers...

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine

The rush of Vito's cum streamed down Jasmine's throat and she drank him in. She looked up. The man was magnificent in his exaltation. She slid her lips off his still shooting shaft and allowed the last eruptions to spill out onto her lips. Jasmine ran her tongue in a slow sensual sweep of her lips as if savoring the taste of his salty jism. Her fingers had not escaped the inundation. She slid them into her mouth, one at a time, cleaning the tapered digits with her pink tongue. Her movements were elegant and delicate, even as she sucked cum off her fingers.

Vito gallantly helped her to her feet. She looked around like she was seeing the bedroom for the first time, like she was a little lost. An emerald robe hung on the back of the door. She retrieved it robe and slid the green silk over her naked body. Involuntarily, she shivered. Feeling a little awkward, Jasmine said the first thing that popped into her mind.

"You know, you owe me a new dress."

 

[ariosto]

vito

Vito laughed,
"Honey that's a liability of the trade."

He walked over and swept her into his arms, kissing her mouth and then each of her breasts through the green silk, leaving the damp impressions of his lips circling her nipples.

After he had dressed and was putting on his jacket he sat down beside the caramel girl and took her hand in his.
He looked at her fingers one by one....
"No, none of these..."

She looked at him curiously, then watched in awe as he slipped a huge diamond ring from his finger
and onto her thumb.

"The little punk said you were free...a gift. Fuck him. You take this Little One, you keep it. You get outta here, this hot stinkin' place.
Come to chicago, it's my town."

She only half heard him, looking at the unbeleivable thing he'd just given her.

"You look me up when you get there. Vito will take care of you."

A pat on the shoulder, a kiss on the cheek and he was gone.