Iniana Jones and the Search for Ultimate Pleasures

[ariosto]

They made love under the milky way in the pre dawn darkness. Of a wild Sahara night. Oblivious to the eyes riveted on them behind the Zeiss binoculars 5000 feet above .

There wasn't much foreplay in it this time. Lying on the blanket, Syd had rolled her clothes up and laid her head on them while she watched Jones strip in the starlight. As he approached her, she opened her legs to recieve him, feeling first his stubbled cheeks on her thighs then his lips pressed hungrily against her sex, licking and opening her, his warm tongue inside her, stroking up against her clit. Then his breath against her belly as he moved up her body.
She took his hands and pressed them against her hard nippled breasts. His fingers caressed and dug in to her flesh. She felt his pointed glans pushing against her pussy as his lips met hers in a long long kiss.

Joes felt the cold wind on his bare ass and had the feeling they were being watched but to hell with it. Ever since he'd had her on the table at Clydedale's he wanted Syd free of restraints. He remembered what a wild lover she had been and now he wanted to see if the 'Old Syd" was alive and well.

"Baby," he said.
"It's your turn to ride."

He slid off her and turned over. She could see his penis rising and swaying, black against the night.
"Come on Syd, I'll be your camel. Bet I can throw you in two minutes."

SHe looked at him and grinned.
"Hell you can Jones."

Then suddenly his hands were pinioned to the ground and he felt
her tight hot pussy parting and taking him in as she worked herself slowly and sensuously down his long aching cock.

 

[BLACK BART]

Abdul

" No Elaine, this is not part of the bargaining" I reply to her "The partnership stands regardless of what happens next, we can simply go to dinner, and discuss the details and terms of the partnership, if you so desire"

I reply soberly, watching her trembling lips, where mine had so recently been.

The venture I would be going on would be my riskiest yet, a bargain with the Devils themselves, in a chance to catch the greatest prize yet....

"Miss Davis" I stand and say to her "Forgive my manners, my ardor was but a result of the beauty you revealed to me tonight."

My words are that of a gentleman, but my eyes betray me, eyeing her womanly form, so desirable in any surrounding...........

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

Straddling Jones' body, I entwine my fingers with his and hold them on each side of his head. Finding his hardness with my sex, I slowly move down on him, filling me completely, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. When I have his entire cock buried within me, I slowly open my eyes, and am just able to make out Indy staring up at me in the moonlight.

I give him a slight smile as I start to move against him. I feel his hands pressing against mine, wanting to be free, but I manage to hold them down laughing lightly at his attempts.

As I begin to move faster, allowing my hips to make small, circular movements, my hands lessen their grip and suddenly Indy's hands are on me. Stroking my neck, my shoulders, working their way down to my full breasts, his touch causing me to ride his cock even harder and faster.

Raising myself up, I place my hands behind me on his thighs, my body outlined in the moonlight, Indy's hands reaching for my waist to guide me faster onto his rock hard erection. I raise my hips slightly, allowing Indy to thrust upwards into me as I throw my head back, breasts bouncing with every thrust.

Suddenly, Indy is sitting up, his hands grabbing my hips to slam me down onto him hard, his mouth searching out first one nipple and then the next - licking, suck, biting. Bringing myself forward, I wrap my arms aroung his neck pulling him closer to breasts, as I allow my hips to follow his guidance.

My clit is now rubbing against his pubic bone, and I can feel the tightness start to take over my body.

"Indy, I gonna cum, baby. Oh, yes....cum with me, Indy. Shoot your hot cum into me again!"

As my orgasm begins to rack my body, I scream into the black night of the Sahara....

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Elaine Davis

When Abdul stands I also rise, even though my knees feel like jelly. So much has happened in such a short period of time that I can hardly comprehend it all. His offer of a partnership is enough to boggle my mind, but his display of passion has really taken me by surprise. I never knew he harbored any feelings for me, and I’m not sure how to proceed. He’s already made it clear that the partnership does not hinge on my acceptance of his advances, so the choice is completely in my hands. And so, the question: Should I encourage him or turn him down?

It’s a rare thing for me to feel so uncertain around a man. Usually when a man demonstrates his desire for me, I can take it in stride and use that desire to my best advantage. A little flirting and teasing here, a kiss and a glimpse of stocking there, and he’s a toy in my hands. The promise of future ecstasy is usually all it takes to get a man to do anything I want. And once he’s done enough for me and spent enough on me, I allow him to take me to bed (all the while letting him think he’s conquered me, of course). Once things reach that point, I soon grow bored, and so I drop the man and find a new one. And there is always a new one to be found.

I’ve played this game ever since high school, and the script has never changed. I’ve never met a man who couldn’t be manipulated. It’s a little boring, actually. But some instinct tells me that I can’t toy with Abdul the way I’ve toyed with other men. He wants me – that much is obvious – but that desire doesn’t necessarily make him weak. I’ve seen him deal quite ruthlessly with competitors and suppliers, and I know very well that nothing about him is weak or easy to manipulate. The thought causes a sudden rush of heat in my belly.

“Miss Davis,” he says. His tone is courtly, but his eyes are devouring me. “Forgive my manners, my ardor was but a result of the beauty you revealed to me tonight.”

I return his smile. “Oh, Abdul, there’s no need to ask my forgiveness.” I take a step closer to him and put my hand on his arm. “But I think we do need to talk about our partnership. I think it can be a very…satisfying one for us. On a lot of levels."

 

[ariosto]

Indy tries his best to suck both nipples into his mouth at once when he feels her tightening on him.
First one and then the other. His hands push her succulent breasts together until the buds are only a lick away from each other. She's gripping his shoulders using then for leverage as she rides the full length of his cock driving her self up and down, over and over again, feeling the head of his stiff prick somewhere high in her belly.

Syd's body begins to shudder as she cries out into the night. Indy bites down on her nipple sucking it hard between his teeth and she grinds her vulva down onto his balls. Her fingers bite into his skin as he feels her final contraction and release.
A sheet of creamy warmth bathes his rigid penis and triggers it's own response.
Now his hands are on her shoulders, crushing her down on him as he spirals into a climax that sends
his cum lacing high into her body from the pulsing head of his upright cock.

They fall in a bundle on the ground just as the
Fieseler buzzes 50 feet overhead.

Indy grabs Syd up in his arms and they bolt for the Cub stark naked.

 

[SexyChele]

As the plane buzzed us, we both jumped, and scrambled to our feet. As Indy swept me up and ran to the plane, I suddenly thought of our clothes lying in the desert sand.

"INDY! Our clothes, quick! I'll get the plane started!"

I scrambled into the pilots seat as Indy swept up the clothing and climbed up into the back. Damn! Another cold flight! As I swung the Cub around for take off, I frantically searched the sky for the
Fieseler. I could barely make him out, and he seemed like I could make it clear of him on take off. Surely he wouldn't be stupid enough to intercept us mid-air.

Running the length of flat ground, until air speed was up, I easily got the Cub up and into the air. Luckily my baby could fly much lower and with better control than the Fieseler.

I stayed low, going as fast as I could, as Indy tried to dress in the cramped back space of the plane.

"Hey, coud you hand me some pants and a shirt? It's cold up here!"

Seeing the Fieseler tailing close behind, I knew I would have to try to lose him somewhere in the desert sky, or try to outrun him.

Indy threw up a pair of pants and a shirt up to me, and I yelled at him to take the controls as I scrambled to dress. It was obvious that Indy did not have in the way of aviation expertise, and several times I had to grab the sides of the plan as we took several dizzying dips.

"Hurry, will you Syd! I can't keep this up much longer!"

"Indy, please, stay an archeologist....a pilot you will never be!"

Fulling dressed - sort of - I slip back behind the controls and start to concentrate on outrunning our little "friend".

"Indy, are we ever going to be able to just have one good fuck without being chased by an entire host of bad guys?"

"Hey! I'm doing the best with what I have here. Besides, that scream told me you seemed to think we were doing OK."

I blush crimson and am glad that Indy cannot see my face. Seeing the Fieseler slip back - either through my outrunning techniques or simply because he was playing with us I don't know - I relax a little and look down at myself. No wonder I felt a draft....forgot to butten the shirt. Oh well...

"Hey, Indy, I think we make a clear shot to Casablanca. Maybe we should just concentrate on heading there."

 

[wildxfire]

Abdul

I see the indecision in Elaine's eyes, and accept her decision stolically, as a man born of the desert would, there will time for us.

"Ever the business woman, I compliment you, Miss Davis" I reply softly, keeping my face void of emotion. "We have much to discuss, and a long plane flight ahead"

Leading her into the cool, star lit evening, I begin to supply her with the details of my latest acquisition, a peice so valuable, it could fulfiill all our dreams. But with the value, comes a great risk, and for that I need a partner I can trust, and one of great charm.

"I must make delivery of this headpeice, to the Emir, before the wedding" I tell her, "Already there are others on the way who would stop us, in particular, an annoying but somehow effective Dr. Jones, from America"

Walking into the finest establishment Cassablanca has to offer, I nod at the owner, who leads us to a secluded dining room.

"We can discuss our matters in private here" I nod, indicating the plush room, as I let her enter ahead of myself. "As well as partake of food, wine and whatever else our hearts desire"

As we are seating on the lavish cushions, the propriotor flutters about us, asking our needs for food and drink, promising our utmost privacy before leaving.

"I need a partner, who can distract this man, if need be." I explain to her as I pour a glasses of wine for us "And keep her mind on the business at hand."

My eyes see her understanding of what I propose, and the risks involved, as well as the large rewards. Having explained all I can, holding back no secrets, I recline in the cushions.

"We have much to gain, but there is a price, strong allies are expensive and can become enemies quickly in this time." I tell her, awaiting her terms, determined to enjoy the evening.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Ashalanton

OOC: I wasn't sure where to start here so that is why I have not posted yet! Also, I see Black Bart is no longer Abdul? Just curious! lol I am going to post -- let me know if it is ok Chele! Thanks!

IC: The view from my bedroom window is one of total isolation. The guards and barred windows are all I can see. I should be accustomed to all of this after all I have seen it my entire life. Maybe my mood is caused more from the upcoming nuptials my father has arranged. A man I have never known will make me his bride soon. It's not what I want but I know better than to argue with father. A tear slips from behind my lashes as I regret my life.

A knock at the door pulls me out of my thoughts.

 

[wildxfire]

OOPS!

OOC: OOPS, The secret is out!...Hope you don't mind....he is I and I is he......PM me with your thoughts if needed...

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: MtnAngel - you're doin' just fine! I'm glad you joined in....now let me go find your brother - he was here a minute ago...

 

[ariosto]

There was so much traffic coming into the airport at Casablanca that their landing was practicaly unnoticed. Syd taxied towards a dilapidated hanger at the edge of one of the landing strips and killed the engine as a ragged looking scoundrel in greasy overalls came strolling out.

"Hey LaBlanc...help us pull this bird inside will ya' We don't want it in the open air."
He looked at her over the curling smoke plume of his Gauloise.

"Hiding again Syd?"
She ignored the question.

"Indy get out and help us for Chrissakes."
Jones stumbled from the tiny plane on his knees, his complexion matching the yellow grey color of the sparse grass.

"What ees the mataire with your Ami?"

"We had to do some fancy flying on the way in, there was a Fiesler on our ass but we lost him over the mountains...He couldn't take it."
She gestured over her shoulder at the wretcing archeaologist and grinned triumphantly.

"Well, come on mon chere we can wheel it in. Let him be sick if he wants, n'est pas?"

Once in the hanger she slipped LeBlanc a fifty for his silence and the loan of his battered Citroen.
"Be careful Sydney, the Nazi's are all over Casablanca. You say you want to see Abdul eh?"

She nodded.
"They say he is in their pocket...and Sydney..."

"What?" she turned back.

"I have enjoyed the show but you should button up your overalls, yes? This is a Muslim City."

She walked up to him and grinned.
"You button them LeBlanc, you deserve it for all your help."

He tossed the smoking butt aside and took a very long time with the buttoning.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: I hear you are in need of a villian??? I Will be glad to take the position...

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Elaine Davis

My heart swells with admiration as Abdul describes his latest acquisition. As always I am tempted to ask him how he gets his hands on such rare objects time after time – and as always I resist the temptation. Some instinct tells me that I am better off not knowing such things. Besides, it is not my concern. No, my concern, as Abdul explains, is this Dr. Jones, who seems determined to disrupt the transaction.

Abdul pours wine for us. “I need a partner, who can distract this man, if need be,” he elaborates. “And keep her mind on the business at hand.”

Ah, yes. Now I’m on familiar ground. It’s like handling Lionel Poole, with one crucial distinction: instead of “distracting” Jones into overpaying for an object, I will, if necessary, “distract” him from his quest to halt the delivery of the headpiece. The prospect makes me smile.

Abdul sees my amused grin and visibly relaxes in the cushions. “We have much to gain, but there is a price, strong allies are expensive and can become enemies quickly in this time.”

I take a sip of wine. “How true.” I stare into the depths of the glass as I swirl the wine around, concentrating. Abdul’s gaze rests heavily upon me as he waits for me to decide whether or not to commit to this enterprise.

Finally I look up at him. My smile has faded, and I stare intently into his eyes. “I definitely want in, Abdul. This is probably the biggest deal you’ve ever made, and I’d be crazy to walk away from a payday like that. But I want an equal share with you. Everybody in Casablanca knows who you are, and they know that I work for you. If you’re risking your neck in this deal, you’re risking mine too. So if we’re equally at risk, the reward’s got to be equal too.”

I settle back into the cushions, watching his face, waiting for his response. My face is calm, even though my heart is pounding in my chest. I know that I’m pushing his limits here – after all, just a short while ago he told me that he was bucking tradition in offering me a partnership in the first place. But I’m gambling on the fact that he needs the, shall we say, special talents that I bring to the table.

Besides, mother always told me: when you’re negotiating, aim high.

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: Roland, welcome! Yes, we could use another totally sinister character in this thread. If you've seen any of the Indiana Jones movies, you know there were always the evil villians - usually German Nazis - after the same treasure as Indy was trying to get to. I see a character very similar - being a Nazi is totally optional and up to you - some one leading a group out to get the treasure and trying to destroy Indiana Jones in the process. (you could be the one in the plane that has been tailing Indy and I since we left Cairo - just a suggestion)

That's a brief synopsis....you can develop the character however you wish.

Once again....welcome!

 

[wildxfire]

Abdul

Listening to Miss Davis's words, I can't help but admire her reasoning, and how she uses it to strengthen her position.

Tempted to give her all she wishes, immediately, I suppress the smile that is forming on my lips, and lean forward pressing my lips to my fingertips formed in a temple.

For a long moment, I sit quietly, my eyes on hers, studying her.

"Miss Davis, unfortunately, you are already associated with me, regardless of the risk I am in, or the bargain we strike, you will be exposed to the same danger I face" I say gently, breaking my silence. "But I do concede the larger the reward may also increase your efforts towards our mutual goal"

Watching your face, and the lips slightly turning down, I know I have made my point. Again I linger, admiring how well you control your emotions, waiting for the opportunity to reply.

"The value of what we have is enormous, and the price we will be paid is equal to the risks" I continue "Without a partner, delivery is impossible, and the value of of our prize becomes nill. I will offer you 49 percent of the total price paid, after expenses of course"

Pouring a second round of wine, I offer you yours, questioning "Do we have a deal, Miss Davis?"

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Elaine Davis

I accept the glass from Abdul and take a sip of wine. I don’t reply to his question for a moment or two, lost in thought.

I’m definitely going to accept his offer, but I’m not going to answer right away. It would be unwise for me to reply too hastily. That would make me seem too eager, which would shift the balance of power in his favor. I have known for a long time that if a woman is too quick to accept a man’s business offer, that man then tends to assume that she will eagerly accept other kinds of “offers” he might make. It’s entirely possible that Abdul and I will sleep together eventually, but I don’t want him to think that I’ll fall into bed with him out of sheer gratitude for his generous offer.

And it really is a generous offer. Forty-nine percent, while not as much as I asked for, is much more than I hoped to get. To be honest, I didn’t really expect him to offer me an equal share, but I had to ask for it just to let him know that I don’t sell myself cheaply. The fact that he is willing to offer me as much as he did proves that he does value me. And that is a reason to feel very good.

I would have been happy if he’d offered me a third of the profits – but I’m not going to tell him that!

Having considered the offer for a sufficient amount of time, I now look directly into Abdul’s eyes. With a smile I say, “Yes. We have a deal.”

 

[wildxfire]

Abdul

At her words of approval, I smile warmly, and reach into the depths of my pockets.

"Well done, Miss Davis" I compliment her "Your skills at the bargain table are great, your performance done better than any I have met, man or woman"

I place the papers in front of her, and a bottle of ink and quill pen, saying "I took the liberty of drawing these earlier, the amounts are as we now agreed, I expected no less from you"

I see her surprise, by the lift of an eyebrow, and lift my glass to toast her.

"To you, Miss Davis, one whom I am truly glad to side with, you make a grand partner, and a dangerous adversary"

The quiet arrival of our sustenance, gives us pause, and time for me to think of tomorrow, and the adventure that comes....

"It will be a grand adventure, one that will stir our blood, as does the sight of a woman stir a mans" I promise her, watching her raise the ink dipped quil to the paper.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Elaine Davis

It doesn’t surprise me one bit that Abdul has had papers drawn up to seal our deal. It’s actually somewhat reassuring – it tells me that even with this huge transaction in the works, his thoroughness and his professional instincts have not deserted him.

“It will be a grand adventure, one that will stir our blood, as does the sight of a woman stir a man’s,” Abdul says as he watches me take up the pen. I nod agreement, then sign my name, taking care not to spill any of the ink. The sound of the quill scratching across the paper seems unusually loud in the dining room, probably because it is so quiet and private in here.

It takes only a moment to sign the document, and then I replace the pen in the bottle. With that done, I carefully pick up the page and gently blow on it to dry the ink.

The sight of my own name on that sheet of paper causes my pulse to quicken. The act of signing has confirmed it: This venture is real, it’s going to happen! A shiver runs down my spine as I recall Abdul’s words: “a grand adventure.” He makes this whole enterprise sound almost…romantic. And with the dangers and rewards that are involved, perhaps it is.

The ink is dry now. I tidy up the sheaf of papers and hand them to Abdul. “There you are.” I watch as he puts them away in his seemingly bottomless pockets. He seems more relaxed now, and I’ve got to admit that I feel as though some burden has been lifted from my shoulders.

“I appreciate what you said earlier,” I tell him. “About being glad to side with me, and about me being a grand partner. I just want you to know, I feel the same way about you. I wouldn’t have gone in on a deal like this with just anyone, Abdul. You’ve got what it takes to pull this off, and I want you to know that I’m in it with you to the end. No matter what.”

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

Le Blanc knew every damn secret in the Casablanca airfield. Nothing happened that this man didn't know about it. And he was easily bought for a price. But, if paid well enough, he could hold his mouth shut, and help out well enough.

The trick was placating him to find the right price. The fifty would go far....but would it go far enough?

As I walked towards Le Blanc, a smile played across my lips. As his fingers started to button my shirt, he stopped and, looking into my eyes, quickly slipped a hand inside to find my breast. Squeezing it almost painfully, he smiled at me.

"Like old times, eh, Syd?"

"Yeah, Le Blanc, just like old times. And you always know how to help out a girl in times of distress."

Pulling me towards the far side of the hangar, Le Blanc leans over and begins to kiss my neck and his fingers undo the buttons all the way. Knowing the game, and catching my clue, I reach down and unzip Le Blanc's fly. Reaching inside I find he is already at full mast, and I smile at him.

"It's been a long time, Syd, you know?"

Not responding, I grab his erection with both hands, playing over the skin, tracing it with my hands, as his mouth searches for and finds my nipple. Although not erect, his sucking brings it to life, and he eagerly pays attention to it.

I begin to stroke his cock with one hand, as the other moves to his balls, caressing and squeezing gently. I feel his hips start to move, his cock moving back and forth in my hand, his lips working feverishly over my nipple. As his hands grab my ass and start to push me closer to him, I increase the movement of my hands, paying special attention to the thick, bulbous head.

As the pre-cum oozes out, I run it over the head, making it slick and wet, my other hand still busy with his ever tightening sac. As he moans against my nipple, I feel his hips thrust harder as his hands furiously grab my ass, squeezing, groping, digging his fingers in. I move my hips in rythym to his, allowing his cock to rub against my belly, feeling the pre-cum wet and sticky on the area just below my navel.

Le Blanc moves his mouth to the other nipple, grazing it with his teeth, pulling and sucking at the same time. My feelings for Le Blanc are somewhat mixed, but when he does this, I do feel the blood run a little faster in my veins, as the moans escape my lips.

Le Blanc pumps hard into my hand, and as his balls tighten upwards, I feel his cock swell in my hand. Letting go my nipple, he buries his face into my neck, and I begin to feel his cock pulsate under my hand. Hearing Le Blanc cry out, I suddenly feel his warm, sticky cum splash across my belly, as his grip my ass almost painfully. I hold Le Blanc's body as he continues shaking and quivering, his orgasm hitting its zenith and then coming down to earth.

Spent, he rests against me, catching his breath, as I feel his cock become soft in my hand. Pulling away, he kisses my cheek, and whispers into my ear...

"You're secret is safe with me, Syd. You know that."

"Yes, Le Blanc, I do."

He hands me a towel, and I try to wipe off as much of his cum as I can. Quickly buttoning up my shirt up, Le Blanc quickly zips himself back into his pants. As we walk back out onto the tarmac, Indy is giving me a curious look, but I only throw his bag at him. Kissing Le Blanc on the cheek, I thank him for the use of the car, and indicate to Indy that we need to go.

Once we get into the car, Indy looks at me...

"Hell, Syd, what took you so long in there?"

"You don't want to know the answer to that question, Jones, trust me. Just drive to a decent hotel....I need a bath, BAD!"

"Le Blanc...you trust him? He'll keep his mouth shut?"

"Yes, he will now."

Handling the sputtering car with as much ease as possible, Indy drives from the airfield, and locates one of the finest hotels in Casablanca....

 

[wildxfire]

Abdul

As the deal is struck, and the papers are returned to my hand signed, I smile, accepting them.

"To our enriched future" I toast, raising my glass and beaming.

At the apologetic intrusion of a young servant, I accept the folded note, and quickly scan it.

"It seems our celebration will have to be cut short" I say sadly, my hopes for a taste of Miss Davis's sweet lips, crushed

"Dr Jones has just arrived at the hotel"


Tipping the young girl, I instruct her to call a taxi, an unheard of luxury for me, and explain to Elaine.

"Miss Davis, we must hurry, time is of the essence now"

Raising myself, I offer my hand, and shake my head , thinking...
"It would have been such a grand celebration" as she lithely stretches, and uses my hand to raise to her feet.

 

[ariosto]

The Hotel Schwarz is on an off alley off a twisting sidestreet near the Casbah. An alley so congested and filthy that the rats walk on stilts.
"Good God Indy! Where did you find this place!"

"Hey! It's full of local color. Lawrence of Arabia once slept here with Lord Clive...",
he tossed the keys to a rodent faced individual with Hotel Schwartz embazoned on a moth eaten uniform the color of Jones vomit.
"And besides Abdul is sending his agent over to meet us in..."
he looked at his watch, "...about two hours."

The day clerk, a fat greasy faced Arab named Muktar at first would not credit that these two evil smelling individuals represented the party of the famous Doctor Indiana Jones. Only a twenty from Indy and a good look down Syd's cleavage produced a key to room 33, the very room he assured them that Lawrence and Clive had shared in better days. It was the only room in the Schwartz that boasted bathing facilities of any kind at all.
They raced each other in stripping off their dust covered grease laden, vomit encrusted clothes and charging for the bathroom.
Indy won but stops at the door and gestures for ladies to go first.
Syd enters suspiciously.
It's bad allright.
This room never heard of a shower and the tub is a monstrous affair perched on three legs with the fourth held up with spare roof tiles. It was probably cleaned a few months ago and was until recently the home of the mummified mouse lying next to the drain.
The thought of murder crosses Syd's mind but she's too grungy to face the police.
Indy has already tossed the mouse into the street where it's arrival goes completely unnoticed and is wiping the dirt from the cracked porcelain with his undershirt. They're both surprised when the rusty faucet produces a slow trickle of cool water. Which is OK since the temperature outside is 102 degrees, 5 degrees hotter than it is in room33.
After Indy suggests that Syd get the grease off her nipples first and reminds her that gasoline will burn tender skin and after she cuffs him and berates him as a mangy, useless, dog a few dozen times they get down to business and scrub themselves with a will until their skin fairly glows.

They still have an hour before Abdul's contact shows up so why not...
Syd is leaning against the open window, her arms crossed over her naked breasts, breathing in the noisome air of the Casbah. Her legs are spread slightly apart and Jones cannot help but get a thundering hard on at the sight of her firm rounded buttocks and long shapely gams.
He slips up silently behind her and runs himself between her thighs, sliding along her sex. When she looks down she can see the fat purpled head of his penis protruding from her pubic hair...How interesting.

Moving slowly in and out he whispers in her ear,
"You better not show anyone that your being fucked Syd. This is a very conservative city. They'll stone you to death in the nearest parking lot."
His hand has now joined in the play between her legs and she feels...a thumb. Yes definately a thumb, pressing against her ass while Indy's long fat cock rubs up and down the moist length of her pussy.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Elaine Davis

Abdul courteously helps me to my feet, and then we quickly leave the restaurant. I’m more than a little disappointed to have the evening cut short. I was hoping that he would kiss me again, and that perhaps the kiss would lead to something more. But business comes first. Once we’ve completed the transaction, there will be plenty of time to indulge our desires.

As we wait outside for the taxi to arrive, I turn to Abdul. “Who is this Dr. Jones, anyway, and why is he sticking his nose in our business?” I ask. “He sounds like a real busybody. What's the plan for dealing with him?”

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

It felt delicious to finally be clean. Yes, the heat was almost unbearable, the smell obnoxious, and the street below noisy. But I was clean, and the warm air against my naked skin felt wonderful.

The only thing better might be a nap, but I was too tense to even try to sleep. Abdul's messenger would be here in a little, and anything that dealt with Abdul made me nervous. I'd only met him a couple of times, but didn't appreciate the way his eyes travelled over my body. I'd also heard that Abdul had a reputation for cruelty in the way he treated women he wanted information from. It was rumored that the women would disappear with him and, when discovered, spoke of horrors and terrors only reserved for nightmares. I didn't think Indy knew that part of Abdul, and I wasn't about to share it with him. Hopefully, he would be able to conduct whatever business needed to be done, and we could leave this hellhole. And I would have quite a deal of cash stored up for the trip home.

As I was deep in thought, I feel Indy's hands on my body, and I almost start. Driven from my reverie, I glance down, noticing that Indy's penis is peeking out from between my legs. It does look rather comical, and a smile brightens my face.

My smile quickly turns to moans of pleasure as Indy moves his hands between my legs, his thumb searching out the entrance to my tightest hole.

"You better not show anyone that your being fucked Syd. This is a very conservative city. They'll stone you to death in the nearest parking lot. "

Yes, that was true, but before I could protest the idea of fucking in front of an open window, I feel Indy's hands on my hips holding them still. As his lips lightly caress the skin at the base of my neck, I feel him hunch down.....his erection finding the entrance to my sex.

With a gentle push, the head of his arousal enters me, and he stays there for a few moments, his hands on my hips, teeth nibbling at my neck. Every ounce of reserve is being used in my body to appear to those below me that I'm simply a woman who is gazing out of a window and onto the city beyond. Yet, every nerve is screaming at Indy's onslaught.

I hear him chuckle slightly at my predicament, and I'm tempted to turn around and deliver a solid punch, but everything is feeling too entirely good to do that. Slowly, his cock slides into me, his thumb still playing with the entrance to my ass. Once he is firmly planted within me, he moves his hand around to my clit, and begins to draw light circles around my tender nub.

My breathing is increasing, and I start to move my hips against his hands, as I feel him begin to stroke my pussy. Moaning loudly, I concentrate on keeping my face a mask for anyone who may be looking up at me. Yet, I cannot resist the urge to whisper...

"Oh, Indy, yes.....yes......oh don't stop!"

 

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Abdul

" Dr. Jones is a man of noble beleifs, his actions are driven by instinct, not always thought out" I reply "Perhaps this is his weakest link, something we can use against him, and his companion"

"We must keep him beleiving the Tiara is still for sale, until it is too late for him to stop delivery of it to the Emir" I warn her "In the past, his erratic actions have difficult to predict, and somewaaht effective because of this"

Studying my new partners face, I raise an eyebrow, and query her "Perhaps it would be best, if you seperate Dr. Jones from his companion, and convince him you are his ally?"

At no instant reply, I press on with my suggestion "It would give us a way to keep tabs on the honorable doctor, and steer him where we wish. His companion, I'm told, is a female pilot, by holding her, we could guarntee his presence here. Or at least disable his mobility, and eliminate him as a threat."

Her brow is wrinkled, deep in thought as I finish my elaborations.

"Remember, Miss Davis, this is not a campaign for the squeamish, we may need to take actions we otherwise would not do with our normal associates. This can very well be our last sale, one which allow us both to retire, in the lap of luxury"

Instructing the driver to pull over, I pay him, and tip him generously, being the only service in town, I remind him of our previous agreement.

"Remember, Cousin, to take on no more fares, until you see me emerge. I may have a package, that needs special care"

 

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Villian

OOC:i am going to take on the part of the villian his name is Adolph Raskman he is 5 11 has blonde hair and blue eyes he has a sacar on the left side of hs face just below his left eye (if you wanna know any more let me know) and btw it is a pleasure to meet you as well chele