Ghost Sex Story

Erotic Ghost Sex Story Submitted By MDG

I favor preserving the European habit of kissing a ladies' hand; after all, one must start somewhere. Her pert pink nipples, piercing through the laced, transparent, flimsy top. The tight, scant black lace panties tightly pressed to her waist so deliciously formed to the double contour of her mons veneris. So she greeted me at the door for the dinner engagement she had invited me to a few days ago.

It seemed to me that the desert was being presented well before the meal. But of course, being a gentleman, as the saying goes, is a patient wolf, and made no effort to rush the courses she had well prepared. But it was difficult not to show my delight at the presentation.

And so the evening began.

A few years ago, I had been asked to provide technical support to a mining operation in a very remote area in the mountains. It was an excellent eight-hour drive up a small winding unpaved road up the side of this mountain to a place called Cachi. This wasn't a town, as they called it, it was more of a settlement. It looked as though mine was the only motorized vehicle up here. A small general store, if that's what you wanted to call it, a few other adobe type building, what looked like the official police station, it had a flag out front, which made it official, I guess, and small adobe houses lined the few side streets. The mine I knew was still another three to four kilometers east, higher up the mountain yet, but this is where I needed to find a hotel.

As the clerk at the general store told me, the only possibility was the Countess as he referred to it.

"What is the Countess?" I asked

"The Countess is the lady who owns the Hotel Cachi, which is five kilometers farther along this road here through town." he told me, "but no one had gone there in quite a few years when the main road through the mountains was built farther east through a different pass." "Well, thank you very much," I said, "I'll give it a try; I'm not really prepared to sleep in my truck for a few weeks."

What a road. It looks like maybe traveled only occasionally, winding, narrow, not paved, and all uphill. And there it is, "interesting," I thought, substantial, elegant wrought gates and fence, beautiful large sign, easy to "find," especially since there is nothing else as far as the eye can see. "Hotel Cachi, Elegant Rooms, Suites, Fine Dining, Excellent Wine Cellar, Indoor Pool." the sign read, heading up the long drive up to the entrance, among very well-manicured gardens. For this altitude, "amazing," I thought.

"THIS I've got to see," thinking, "this can't be real," the hotel Looked more like an eighteenth-century estate someplace in the Bavarian Alps. I would have guessed at least one hundred rooms, or more, all with balconies, overlooking the valley and mountains opposite.

As I pulled my truck up to the entrance, down the granite stairs came the "bellhop/porter" whatever he was, frail little man, perhaps in his late eighties or more. Slowly one step at a time, he came to greet me, well dressed in an extremely colorful, red and gray uniform, bill cap, and gold braids on one shoulder. This was too much. I yanked my suitcase from the back of the truck, which he quickly fought me for.

"This bag is hefty," I said, " I'll carry it up the stairs," He would NOT allow that, it was his job, and that was that. "Never," I thought, "but I'll let him struggle with it till he's had enough," and up the stairs, I went, to the foyer, reception area. The shock of shocks. This place was laid out and decorated like a palace, marble, exotic woods, luxurious carpets, crystal chandeliers, large plants everywhere, larger curved marble stairs to the second floor, deep wine red carpet, trimmed in gold, huge velvet draped windows to the valley.

"What have I walked into here?" To the reception, the usual little "ding ding" bell, which I rang for assistance. What seemed like a chambermaid in her mid-forties, passed, "Someone will be right with you, sir," she said as she passed, and went up the stairs, carrying flowers.

From the end of the long, wide corridor, I could see and hear her coming. I assumed either manager or more likely the Countess. Much to elegantly dressed, simple but you knew expensive class, black simple dress, cut low in front, and jewelry, which was definitely excellent taste, and you knew, a price tag to match. Directly behind the mahogany, marble-topped reception counter, she went, taking a large ledger from beneath, "Welcome," she said, soft, yet prideful voice, "would you like a room or a suite."

Well, since I have to be in these barbaric conditions for the company, they're paying, "what the hell," I thought, "Suite, of course."

"Please sign our register," she said, " and I'll have the chambermaid show you to your suite, and have your bags brought up," "The dining room opens at seven for dinner," she said, "I'm sure you'll be hungry by the.

"Yeah," I thought, "my bags to my suite," the little old frail man hasn't even made up the stairs to the foyer yet. She "ding-ding-dinged" that little bell, and here came the chambermaid, I suppose waiting around the corner for the bell. A quick glance at the front door as she led me towards the stairs, I could see the "bellhop/porter" crawling up the stairs, dragging my bag one stair at a time. "I may get my bag to my room by the time I leave here," I thought."

Halfway upstairs, I could hear the Countess, to the little shriveled bellhop/porter, in a firm, commanding, but a polite voice, "You'll please take the bags to suit three eleven." It doesn't take a scientist to figure out that it would be the fourth floor from ground level. That's a lot of stairs, and there is no elevator; this is going to be something to witness. Perhaps he'll unpack it carry several items up, and repack it at the top, how else?

What a suite this was. This was fit for Royalty, without a doubt. Unbelievable, up here in these mountains, nothing else, and this. And what I also noticed, the last entry in the guest ledger was seven years ago. I am the only guest.

"And here is your bedchamber," the chambermaid said, opening the double doors, huge canopied bed, balcony overlooking everything, and then the shock of shocks. My suitcase neatly placed on a stand. "How in the hell did that frail little old man manage that?"

After a shower, clean clothes, down the stairs, found the dining room, huge, elegance beyond measure, each table elegantly set, met by the Maitre 'd. Yup, you guessed, the little old frail man dressed in what seemed like a black tuxedo.

"May I show you to a table, sir?"

"Yes, thank you." Where I wondered, there were no other guests, as he seats me near the large windows, close to a huge fireplace, blazing, opens and hands me the menu, and a wine list opened.

"Would you care for wine, sir?" he asked "Yes please," I said, "Red, not too dry, I'll let you be the judge," "Excellent sir, the waitress will be right with you," and hobbled away towards stairs, guarded by wrought iron railing going down. Yes, here she came, the "waitress" who had just escorted me to my room. I must admit, the menu was more than I had seen in some of the finer European restaurants. This was a true chef who had prepared this menu. I ordered, with starter, main course, and away she went to the kitchen. The Maitre 'd brought my wine, poured for a taste, excellent, dust still on the bottle, then filled my glass and left, "Enjoy your dinner, sir," as he left.

"Thank you," The only guest, and all this. After dinner, which was excellent, I had asked for my usual of coffee and brandy, "Would you like it here, in the lounge or the bar sir," asked the waitress/chambermaid/and whatever else, perhaps chef, "Ok, I thought, dining room, lounge, bar, what other surprises are there here?"

"In the lounge then, thank you," I said breakfast, just as elegant as dinner, after several days of this, not one other guest. Dinner, and thought I would have my after-dinner brandy and coffee in the bar, just to see what surprises it held.

The barman greeted me, and yes, the bellhop/porter/Maitre' now barman, who could barely reach over the bar, trembling bony hands poured me a nice large brandy, and the "chambermaid/waitress brought me my coffee. I had been sitting there, perhaps twenty minutes, relaxing, taking this all in, when the Countess came in, with a very warm, friendly, "Good evening, I hope I'm not intruding?"

"Intruding?" I thought, "on what?" I'm the only one here, the barman disappeared, sitting here watching the light play on the glassware. "Not at all, " I said, "Please, join me," She called the barman, her usual I guess, a glass of Sherry, and he left again.

And so we chatted, about everything and everything, a second brandy, another Sherry, a very interesting, well-traveled, very well educated lady. And yes, she really was a Countess and had inherited all this and the means from her grandfather, who had built this after the European style during the time when the gold wagon trains passed here daily. Conditions also she inherited that it was to always remain in the family forever.

"Well, "she said, "I have some things to attend to if you'll excuse me," as she stood, and I, of course, a gentleman at times, stood, reached to take her hand, a good night courteous, back of the hand kiss, as is proper, and simple nod.

"Good night," I said, as she, slightly flustered by my manner of etiquette, turned to leave, hesitantly turned back around, soft finger to my chest, slowly gliding it down, along with my shirt, to just to the beltline of my jeans, stopped, held it there, with slight pressure down on the top of the jeans, which could have been interpreted as so much.

"Perhaps you like to join me for dinner tomorrow evening," she said, somewhat questioning if, "Dinner alone is not very pleasant, is it?" "No, it's not," I said, "thank you, I'd like that," "Well then," I'll have the porter show you to the way tomorrow evening, say about seven?" "That'll be fine," "Good night then," she said, and now I have to admit, what a sensual, elegant, graceful sway she had as she left. I think she knew. All I could see was her hips flowing like a gently rolling wave, the lower part of her long straight dress floating lightly with her, exposing thigh almost to her hip along with the cut which ran along the side the length to just below her hip. She definitely got my attention, and it was premeditated, leaving me with that impression knowingly. The curtains in this bar were no longer important, as I sipped on my brandy. She had very neatly burned that image of her departure in my mind.

This morning I had decided to have breakfast in my room. The hot shower felt great, already had some coffee, nice and strong, this hot shower, another nice coffee, breakfast, to the mine, and then let's see how dinner goes tonight with Countess. I can still see her slowly sway out of the bar last night. Drying myself, I see in the corner of the mirror, the chambermaid, behind the breakfast cart she must have just brought in, watching me drying myself, almost in a trance, her hand massaging between her thighs, believing I was unaware, with such firm grinding grips, crumpling her apron and skirt, occasionally wanting to double over, controlling herself, but I could see, definitely close to orgasm. She was almost to the point of not being.

Watching her as she groped harder and harder between her thighs was aroused, hinting at the hint of firming erection, and getting more erect with each twitch I noticed in her. "What now," I thought, and very slowly turned, to look at her, direct, with a hint of an approving smile, she did not move, just froze, slightly flushed, but frozen with her hand still between her thighs, I slowly walked over to her. Being a true gentleman, with a towel in hand, what else could I do? Slowly took her hand from between her thighs, dropped my towel, and placed her hand on my now very erect cock, which she very gently held, as if a prize.

"Do you want it?" I asked a slight eye to eye smile, "Yes," she said with an almost inaudible trembling voice, as I was already slowly unbuttoning her blouse, softly fondling her breasts. Her fondling of my cock was such a warm, desiring caress, stroke, as I lifted her skirt and slid my hand into her panties, without hesitation to her hot, wet pussy and slid two fingers in, to reinforce, I would see her to the heights she was wanting, needing, craving. Squirming, grinding her pussy on my hand, melting towards me, so near to orgasm, "Take off your panties, " I said, Which she wasted no time in getting to, barely time to get my fingers out of her, before she had them slid down her hips over her thighs and to the floor.

My hands to her waist turned her around, and then she knew my intent as she bent over, leaning on the breakfast cart, as I slid my cock into her already dripping, hot pussy. So eagerly, she moaned as I started driving it in and out of her. Then without warning, she came, shuddering, pushing her ass hard to me as I came with her. She just leaned there on the cart, silent for a moment, then slowly raised herself, straightened her skirt, apron, buttoned her blouse, smiled such a warm smile, kissed me on the cheek, and "I better be getting back to my chores, " she said, "thank you, I had forgotten how wonderful it is,"

"Well then, "I said, smiling "perhaps when you have more time free," "I was hoping you would feel that way," she said as she left, closed the door behind her slowly, Now to my breakfast. There lay her panties still. I picked them up, placed them among a few of my things for safekeeping, finished my breakfast, and to the mine.

By the time I got back, I had barely enough time for a nice hot shower again, get some clean clothes on, a glass of wine, which I had asked to have a bottle brought to the room, a relaxing cigarette and wait for the Maitre'/porter, etc., come show me the way. Since I came here to work, my only "dinner" attire was a newer pair of jeans and a dark blue dress shirt. Hope she understands I don't carry a tuxedo for my job. A soft knock on the door, the Maitre', time for dinner, "Madam asks if you are ready for dinner, sir?" he says "Yes I am, thank you," I said, "May I ask your name please?" "Rolf," he replies, very proudly, "This way please," Down one long wide corridor, through large double doors, along another walkway, veranda, open to a courtyard, well landscaped, fountain, beautiful.

To another set of double doors, another turn along a corridor, large portraits of ladies in elegant dress, gentlemen in various uniforms, quite impressive. "Here we are, sir," as he knocked, and somehow vanished, to where I never noticed. I waited patiently, not knowing whether to open the door or wait, when it opened, slowly and there she stood, smiled, and gently nodded, "Good evening," she said in a very soft, smooth velvety voice almost brought me to my knees right there. "I'm glad you could make it," "What did you expect?" I thought, "I have nothing else on my social calendar,"

"Good evening," I replied, "thank you for inviting me." "Thank You? " I thought, Here she stands before me, welcoming me to dinner, her pert pink nipples, piercing through a deliciously elegant laced, transparent, flimsy top. Tight, scant black lace panties tightly pressed to her waist so deliciously formed to the double contour of her mons veneris. She was draped in a floor-length, even more, transparent robe, open in the front. So she greeted me at the door for this dinner engagement.

It seemed to me that the desert was being presented well before the meal. But of course, being a gentleman, as the saying goes, is a patient wolf, and I made no effort to rush the courses she apparently had well prepared. But it was difficult not to show my delight at the presentation. And of course, a shrewd gentleman would never neglect to compliment a lady on her elegant appearance. Only a fool would overlook that, and again, took her hand, lightly, to assume permission, raised it to eye level, and a light kiss to the back of her hand.

"Again, Madam, thank you for having me," I said, and thinking, "with patience maybe I'll have you later," "This way," as she lead the way, and that soft rolling sway of her body, with that thin flowing, transparent robe trailing by the breeze of her walk. I felt like I was being taken to slaughter and didn't care. "Would you like a brandy?" she asked, "I have a very nice one you might like,"

"Yes, thank you," as I followed her to a well-prepared liqueur cart. She had her Sherry again as she handed me my brandy. "May I?" she asked, as she is unbuttoning my shirt, "you may as well be comfortable," and continued without waiting for a reply, to undo, remove my shirt, undo my jeans, remove my shoes, socks, jeans, and just as smoothly helped me on with a short burgundy, silk robe. "Now, isn't that better?" she asked, "Yes it is, " I said, half in a daze, "thank you," a gentle salute with my glass and a sip of brandy, "Let's sit overhear by the fire if you don't mind?" she said, lightly guiding me by my arm, "She has her plan well laid out," I thought.

The decor in this salon, dining area was enough to relax anyone. Exquisite decor, predominately mauves, with various accents of soft pastel peach, pastel sage greens, and gold, and such soft, warm lighting from only a couple of Tiffany lamps and fireplace. I was beginning to completely be in a different state of mind.

Sort of a formal upright, sofa where she decided we should sit. Talking about so many things, can't remember all. "Dinner will be ready shortly," she said, "I'm in no hurry at all, " I said.

"By the way, " she said as she put her hand on my cheek and gently kissed me, "thank you," "Thank you for what?" I asked, not a clue what she was talking about, as she set her Sherry on the low table, and slid her hand along my thigh, "Thank you for not ignoring the desires of my chambermaid," "OOPPSS," I thought, "no secrets here, am I dead now?" "What do you mean," I asked, not admitting to anything until I knew the consequences.

"She has not been so cheerful in quite a few years," she said, Still not admitting, again I tried to get out of her what she knew or not, "Still not sure what I have to do with that?" I said, "I know everything that happens here, and I know she forgot her panties in your room," she said, but smiling as if genuinely pleased, I said no more. No need.

Her hand is now gently fondling my cock through my shorts, which through this conversation, I had not noticed until she had her hand firmly on it, and erection well on its way. "This is a sticky situation," I thought, "who leads, who follows, after that conversation?" Judging by her gentle kneading on my cock, and not more, it must be I who must make the next approach.

My brandy glass slowly set aside, slowly untie her flimsy top beneath her robe, delicately caress her breasts. How quickly her nipples came to erect, and her breathing immediately tremulous, anxious, I could feel the flashes of heat racing through her body, glowing. I hoped I wasn't pleasing more than I was qualified to endure, and of course, "after this morning," I thought, "I had best be prepared to put her in a disposition much better than the chambermaid.

A simple matter of hierarchy." What wonderfully tender breasts, so responsive, eager to be pleased, and welcoming my attention patiently. Caressing along the gentle folds of soft flesh along her waist, untie the shreds of bows holding her panties together, carefully slid them from beneath her slightly raised ass, as to help me, and very noticeably placed them on the low table, NOT to the floor. It would be a fool who would repeat for the lady of the manor, what you had done earlier for the chambermaid, especially since she well knew. Her hand well inside my shorts, much more ardently frolicking with my cock as greed, desire, hunger, need.

I slid her long transparent robe over her shoulders, and one arm out, her other hand still well planted between my thighs, no intent to release authority. Kissing her breasts, softly nibbling on her erect nipples, laid her back, that she had to release her grip on my cock, spread her thighs to her leg resting on the table, slowly fondling between her very wet mons veneris. That was the taming as one could say, as she melted to the lounge, soft moans barely audible, shaking with each touch.

I was feeling her desire, her hunger, it aroused me beyond what I had felt before, this heat from her entire body, as I made deliberate, slow, wet, pressing passes with broad of tongue, spreading her pussy lips, firm, deliberate passes over her clitty, which seemed to be afire. I had found her desire, just below her erect clit, and there I played, probed with a firm, aggressive tip of the tongue, driving shivers throughout her body with each touch. Her thighs were quivering, jerking violently, hips thrusting to and from my bold assaults, sending what seemed as seizures through her body. Now I was hoping she was getting as much pleasures as I was giving, spreading her mons veneris, revealing the soft, delicate pink flesh, glistening with her ginger scented arousal juices, greedily gratifying my hunger for her tastes, her responses to my probing amidst her now rippled inner folds.

Her thrusting, heaving, quaking body more and more animated by my stimulating tongue. My lips, surrounding her clit, tongue no stopping it's rolling along its tip, then her most violent thrusting hips up to my lips, flowing juices of orgasm from within, such a discharge, explosive orgasm, and just went limp beneath me. My head resting on her damp, steamy thighs, feeling her heart racing, slight aftershock tremors, then just gently brushing the top of my head, sporadic breathing, and soft whimpering moans.

"Shall I see about our dinner?" she asked weakly, "I'm at your disposal, your guest, " I said, my head still resting on her delicious, tender thigh, caressing her tummy. I had forgotten about dinner. "If you let me up, I'll get our dinner," she said, not sure if that's what she really wanted to do, I guessed. . . . Me? I wasn't sure if I wanted to either. I managed to unpry myself from her thigh, somewhat sit up, and reached to help her sit up. Slowly she stood, still a bit shaky, but again the elegant lady, heading for what I believed was the kitchen area. "Can I help with something?" I asked, "No," she said, "you've done enough today. Relax and enjoy your brandy. I'll be right back."

"What does, done enough, mean?" I thought, "the pleasure was as much mine," Within ten to fifteen minutes, the double doors to where she headed swung open. Here came Rolf, the chambermaid, and the Countess, carrying trays, from which they placed items on the table, then Rolf and the chambermaid quickly disappeared. "Shall we eat?" she asked, or was it more than a request? She poured two glasses of wine, motioned for me to be seated, and began serving. That was one well thought out, excellent dinner. I had to ask, "Who is the chef here, if I may ask? "I prepare all meals for our guests here. I had prepared this earlier, and they did the final cooking." she said as a matter of fact, "Well you have one excellent cuisine here," "Thank you," she said, "it was a standard my grandfather set, and I try to maintain," Still I had so many questions which I dare not ask. No guests, for one. By the time we finished dinner, it was well after midnight. I didn't know whether to excuse myself, continue where we were on the lounge seat, or what. "Would you like an after-dinner drink? she asked, "Only if you are also," "Yes, I would," she said, "would you also like coffee with that?" "No, thank you, just a brandy will be fine."

Again her glass of Sherry, chilled I now noticed, poured me a brandy, and motioned me to the lounge seat again. Sipping my brandy, cigarette, talking again about grandfather, and now Rolf, who, as it turned out, was her grandfather's aide-de-camp, and he came with the inheritance. The chambermaid is actually the granddaughter of Rolf. It all begins to make sense. This estate was a labor of love, heritage, and more. Again she rested her hand on my thigh softly, a look I wasn't sure what was running through her mind, not a word, just looking deep, gently into my eyes.

"Will you share my bed-chamber with me tonight," she asked with that velvety tone, "A strange way of phrasing that," I thought, "so formal," "With the greatest pleasure," I assured her "And tomorrow, I know you don't have to go to the mine, I'll show you the rest of the estate if you'd like?" "I'd like that," I said.

"Well, bring your brandy," as she rose slowly, and lead the way through several doors, dimly lit corridors, to her "bed-chamber." Yes, bed-chamber was an excellent way of phrasing it, complete with huge, frilled canopied bed, higher than normal, many large pillows, fireplace roaring on the far end. I supposed Rolf or the chambermaid had prepared the fire. Again, lounge seat, resembling a Roman day bed. Small dining table, with two well-upholstered captains chairs, curtains opened to the balcony, I assumed for the view in the morning. Yes, this was a bed-chamber properly fit for a Countess.

"How did I stumble into the delicious situation?" I thought We sat for a little while at the table, chatted about how all this came to be, as we sipped on our drinks. "Shall we?" she asked after we had finished our drinks.

No need to ask what "shall we" meant as we walked towards the bed. I took the liberty, without question, slid her robe over her shoulders and this time let it fall to the floor, again removed her top and scant little tied on panties, which she reciprocated by removing my robe, then as in slow motion slid my shorts down, not releasing them until they touched the floor. She just knelt there for a few seconds, then ran her hands up along my thighs, staring up at me, as if exploring me and my thoughts, as undecided what she wanted to do next, or perhaps premeditated arousing tease.

Just running her hands up and down my thighs, but, now gradually closer to my cock with each pass, to fondling, caressing, with such delicate, exploring touches. Moving closer, that I could now feel her warm breath on my increasing erection. Slowly, in such an arousing, teasing manner, warm, wet kisses, tantalizing licks on the soft fleshy head, bringing forth hints of prelude juices which seemed to arouse her even more, as she so gracefully licked them away, driving me to an erection which felt like I was about to explode.

Slowly still, with a thoughtful plan, I now knew, she took more and more to her sweet drooling lips, that all disappeared within her hot mouth and reappeared, shimmering with her moisture, that my trembling legs were giving me away. Suddenly she slowly rose, sliding up my body, not losing contact, kissed me softly again, and gently coaxed me towards the bed.

"I want to feel you inside me," laying herself back on the bed, holding my hand, pulling me towards her, as she raised her knees, spreading her delicious thighs, invitingly, wide. "Take me now, please, take me, I want to know you in me" a quivering begging, demanding, soft voice. I no sooner slid my cock in her, her hand trembling, guiding to assure no failure, she wrapped her legs around me, thrusting her hips with such violence, pushing me up, pulling me back with her legs, the shock waves of her orgasm I felt jarring throughout my body, her moans now loud, expressive, without inhibition, head wrenched back, her hands pulling at my sides, "pllleaaseee, ttakkee mee," she kept moaning, "oohh myyyyy, oohhhmmmyy," over and over again, louder and louder, till sweat was pouring from her face, beading between her breasts, crushing me between her legs, that I came to her moans, without question, without my permission, and explosion within her, that sent electric shock waves through my body as if bare flesh were exposed to fire. My arms trembled from supporting myself, my whole body shaking, and when she finally went limp, I collapsed on her hot, completely wet body.

Gently she pushed me off to the side, "You're crushing me," she said with such a weak voice, "just cuddle me please, and let me fall asleep like this. I had forgotten how wonderful it could be wonderful, wonderful," That was the last word I heard as she drifted off to sleep, and it wasn't long after I followed. With morning sunshine coming through the window, she was still sleeping draped across me as I woke. I could smell the hot coffee already in the room but thought it gentlemanly to allow her the pleasure of waking at her own pace. But also, knowing, it makes for a more agreeable woman the rest of the day, who is permitted to wake at her own leisure.

"Good morning," I said as she started to shift, open her eyes and stretch, sliding her thigh over a slight erection, which she noticed, lingering over it with her thigh before stretching her leg out completely. A subtle acknowledgment, or perhaps a reminder, I supposed.

"Are you ready for coffee?" She asked, still a bit groggy, mumbling, head resting on my chest. "I've been ready ever since I smelled it," I said, "Why didn't you wake me then? "I didn't have the heart, you were sleeping so peacefully," I said, "But also, it is a wise man who lets the lady wake as she pleases," "Well, I wouldn't have minded at all," she said, softly petting, gently patting my diminishing erection. Quite obviously insinuating HOW she would like to have been awakened, bringing it quickly back to proud attention. I lay there, enjoying her gentle petting, fondling warm fingers, for the relaxing pleasure, and curiosity, half expecting her to suddenly stop, and head for the coffee. But this erection was more than a simple pleasure now, an aching throbbing, uncontrolled display for attention, which I could feel; she took great pleasure in its firmness, by her squeezing, stroking hand. She was arousing herself in the thoughts of it within her again. Without fanfare, nor indication, she tossed away the blanket and sheet, rolled herself over, so very slowly, straddled, kneeling, hovering, poised for a moment, holding my rigid cock neatly vertical, then slowly, gently lowered, impaling herself with a look of sedative pleasure. Gently, slowly, rolling, swaying, without question or word, that I could feel every inner heated muscle milling the release of my ejaculation as she came with a few sudden convulsive shudders. As if all was in suspended slow motion.

A few minutes of diminishing after orgasm rolling of her hips, a few caressing moments on my chest, such a self-pleased look on her face, "Would you like some coffee?" she asked, lifting herself off my drained, limp, slippery wet cock, then off the bed, with a gentle, quick rub on my cock, "Thank you," "Thank you?" I thought, "Was she talking to me, or just IT?" Then to the table to pour the coffee, her naked ass, that hypnotic gentle roll, how could I not notice. She poured the coffee; the smell brought me up, out of that comfy bed, to the table, getting my robe back on, as she was putting on her flimsy robe. "Would you like to see the rest of the house today? She asked after coffee, and well awake. "Yes I would," I said, "I'll go get some clothes on, if you don't mind," "Then come back here when you're ready," she said, walking with me to the door, to unlock it, and open it for me, which I could have quite easily done myself, "I have something I would like to show you," then kissed me on the cheek, "Thank you for the night," she said, "Thank you for the night?" I thought, "I should be thanking her for the night. It was as much my pleasure as hers." It has always amazed me what questions you have at night, are answered when you wake in the morning. I needed to go back to my room, not only to get dressed, since my clothes of the evening where now in a salon, I didn't have any idea where that was but also for the answers I thought I woke up with.

And I believed the answer was in my room. I knew the answer was in my room and hoped I could find it. Walking back to my room, I hoped Rolf or the chambermaid didn't come along. Nothing but this short, flimsy robe, half-naked wandering through the corridors. A quick shower, get dressed and let's see if I can find it. It had to be here somewhere along these walls. How else could Rolf get my bags up here before me, and HOW did she know the chambermaid left her panties. And this morning's coffee reinforced it all in my mind. The coffee was there, fresh and hot, she was asleep, and the door locked, with the key in place from the inside. It didn't take a genius to figure out that there had to be passages within the thick walls between areas of the house. I had to find it, and it didn't take me long and quite ingenious it was.

Within the large walk-in wardrobe, the floor to ceiling dressing mirror slid to the side, which I found only by accident, by handprints where they shouldn't have been. Behind it, a hand-operated elevator, open to three sides, large enough for one person to stand and pull the countered ropes, moving it up or down. I had to see where it went. Slowly, quietly I took it down one level; a panel blocked the exit, which took me a few minutes to figure how it opened and again to another walk-in wardrobe. Well, what have we here, the Countess' bed-chamber. How about that? And through the back of the mirror, I can see her entire room. Very, very interesting, it all comes together now. There she sits naked, at her dressing table, doing her hair, makeup, I guess, and the occasional hand massaging, fondling herself between her thighs, quite eagerly. Either remembering the night or thoughts of what she had planned to come. "I better get out of here."

I thought, "before she decides she needs something from the wardrobe," I no sooner got back in the little elevator, and the mirror slid back when I heard the wardrobe door open. I froze, barely breathing, not sure what could be heard until I was sure she was back in her room, before I took the elevator back up, and back to my room. I was just back in my room and getting myself ready for a shower to take the tour of the grounds and estate with the Countess when the chambermaid came in with a coffee cart. Standing there naked, and having serviced her before, I made no effort to cover myself. Having felt her heat once, and seeing a slightly drooling, wanting to look on her face was enough to get me aroused again. "You said when I had more time," she said, "didn't you?" very sensually pouring me a cup of coffee, such an expectant, pleased look, as my erection rose to her presence. Well, of course, I had to be the one to act or respond since she had initiated, then I must reply. And how better, than with a sip of coffee, slowly replace the cup, let her anticipate my response. Which, of course, must be, that to a desiring woman, not simply a chambermaid. With that thought in mind, I took her gently by the hand, to the large, floor to ceiling dressing mirror, faced her too it, to let her see me slowly undressing her. As I unbuttoned and slid her blouse slowly over her shoulders, I could feel a subtle shudder running through her body.

As I let each piece of her clothing fall to the floor, revealing more and more of her body, to completely naked, I felt such a glowing heat as I kissed her neck, caressing her breasts from behind as she just stared into the mirror, not a word. Letting my hand wander across her soft, slightly soft sensuous tummy, to a wanting grasp of her warm, wet pussy. One finger slowly slid deep in, then out, feeling her wrench on it, then two fingers firmly in, her arousal moisture more with each entry. Squeezing her thighs to my hand with her increased arousal. Her soft "uummmmmm" moans, head back against my chest, taking her slowly higher and higher. "Come on, " I whispered in her ear, with a kiss, leading her to the bed, which she so neatly makes every day, and was still made since I had not slept there last night. I quickly flung back the covers and sheet, laid her back on the bed, caressingly spread her thighs, laid myself well between, gently, slowly nibbling a course along her inner thigh from her knees and back, each pass closer and closer to her wanting, eagerly waiting pussy, subtly pushing her hips up to catch a pass of my tongue as I slowly begin to lay siege between her swollen, wet mons veneris.

My arms so firmly wrapped around her tender thighs, so not to lose my sucking grip on her clit, to the constant motion of her reeling, thrusting hips. In the delicious valley of tender shuddering milky flesh, my invasion with plundering, probing tongue, into her steamy, oozing cleft was taking a toll on her desire to restrain. A sudden push, to my head, to get me clear of her clit, I thought perhaps a change of mind. Just as quick, without a word, a few exerted breaths, rolled herself, on to her knees, face buried deep within my pillow, her widespread thighs trembling urgently, "now, nowww," she said, insisting muffled struggling voice, "nnnnooww, pllleeaasee nowwww," as I quickly grabbed her soft fleshy hips, her fingers groping, fumbling, reaching between her thighs in search of my cock, her hungry, drooling pussy, screaming to be filled with my hard, hot shaft. As quick and hard I drove it in, with grinding ass to my thighs, a few convulsive shudders, I felt her orgasm wringing on my cock. "more, mmm___rrrre," her stammering pleas, the waves of shock of her soft fleshy ass flowing like rolling waves with each hard thrust I gave her, demanding, begging, demanding, for "mmmmmmmmmore, hhrrdrrrrr," another sudden, jerking shudder, then limp silence, only whimpering breaths, slid herself free of me, rolled on her back, thighs still widespread, with knees yet raised, kneeling over her, she grabbed with both hands, fondling my drooping wet cock.

"I need to get back to my chores," she whispered, still fondling my now limp, drained cock. "I suppose I better change these sheets, so wwwwwet," The room filled with the strong musky scent of heated sex. "I better get my shower," I thought, as I slowly got off the bed, and helped her up, "I can't go see the Countess reeking of the chambermaid's heat on me," Back to where I was not twenty minutes earlier before this lady's generous desires, I thought, now slightly dazed, "what sort of tangled web have I gotten into here?" I, to my shower, get dressed, she finished remaking the bed and quietly left. Now to see if I can find my way back to the Countess' room, to get my tour of this place. I barely knocked, she opened the door. "Good morning again," she said "Good morning," "You look very relaxed this morning," she said, leading me in, through her rooms to the balcony, "last night was wonderful, I feel energized, wonderful, what a beautiful day," "Relaxed?"

I thought, "lady, I'm sapped, which is well beyond relaxed. And she's energized. Great, I hope I live through this day; my manhood still intact." Out to the balcony, an elaborate outdoor ballroom in its own right. Well furnished, small tables, well-cushioned loungers, chairs, so many potted plants and small trees, the sound of cascading water, a fountain I assume, but could not see, and a wrought iron spiral staircase is going to the roof. "Let's go up there, I want to show you something," she said it was what houses along the sea used to have, a lookout for ships coming and leaving the harbor, although no sea here, a wonderful panoramic view, in all directions. Behind the mountains higher yet, and then, of course, the view across the valley to the other side. A small table, with plates, silverware, two well-padded chairs, a serving cart elegantly set, with assorted delicate snacks, a bowl of fruit, the grapes, bananas, peaches and such, two goblets for wine I assumed, two small glasses, set near a decanter of Port.

"This is my favorite place on warm evenings," she said, the gentle breeze blowing her translucent pastel skirt around her thighs as she leaned on the iron railing, her flimsy, almost transparent blouse, fluttering around her bare breasts. How could I not take notice, her breasts which I have caressed, kissed, her naked ass, which I have touched, outlined so neatly by the breeze. Such thoughts were racing through my mind. "This is premeditated manslaughter," I thought. Remembering when I was in my teens and truly began to notice the desire and beauty of a woman.

The desire to make them tremble, make them moan with pleasure. So here I am, so many years later, a grown man, have made her tremble, have made her moan with pleasure, her knees weak at the thoughts of what received, her desires I hope I have met. I'm glad of what I have done, that given, that taken. But now I fear, my body aches, from these pleasures given, pleasures received, she and the one I just left in my room, now make my body tremble, my knees weak, my hands shake. Her flimsy arousing, barely dressed attire, the setting here. "He is a foolish man who declares he knows a woman's mind," I thought "Would you mind pouring the wine?" she asked, her barely audible satin voice, flat of hand to my chest, gentle crumple to my shirt, "Gladly," I said and must admit my knees did slightly tremble, not sure if I was up to what laid in her plans, Opening the bottle, pouring the wine, I glanced around, the setting, the silence, only the subtle sound of the breeze ruffling her skirt, drawing my stare, hypnotic.

Her look, as I brought the wine, she knew the subtle art of taking control and keeping it. "There," she said, pointing along the road, which ran past the estate, "if you would like, I will show you the beauty of the mountain tomorrow," took another sip of wine, slithered past me, and made herself comfortable on the lounger by the cart. Plucked a grape from the bunch, slowly bit it in half, savoring it the longest in her mouth before she swallowed, then slowly the other half, a drooling delicate chew and swallow. "Would you like a grape?" she asked, "Are they sweet and juicy?" I asked, knowing this had to be a game, a tease, "Very," she said so softly and slowly, as I sat down on the lounger beside her, when I reached for a grape from the bunch she gently, with a mischievous smile, pushed my hand away.

"Yup," I thought, she has a game in her plans, then took a grape, bit it in half, which she sensuously chewed and slowly swallowed, ever so slowly slid her skirt halfway up her thigh, carefully placed the other half, flat side down on her knee, dragged it back up her thigh an inch or two, then took another sip of her wine, the grape which she had just offered waiting, not a word said, then took another, and bit it in half again, slowly chewing on half, "Ohhh myyyyy," I thought, the games have begun, no need for explanations how this game was to be played. A slow, sloppy lick from her knee to the grape, which I slowly, with drooling lips sucked off her thigh, sat back up and waited for her response. Another half laid flat side down, dragged yet another few inches along with her skirt up her thigh. Again, a licking trail from where the previous lay, to the grape, and sucked it up from her thighs.

This time I felt a tingle run through her thigh as I took it from her warm, tender flesh. Again she repeated, each time starting from where the previous lay, farther up her thigh, sliding her body gradually lower with each grape half I removed. "A sensuous, arousing, teasing, game," I thought, "methodically planned," This tease continued, till she was well reclined, thighs now deliciously spread, her pussy puffy, swollen with arousal.

Three grapes she slowly plucked from the bunch, then roughly crushed them in her hand, and rubbed dripping wet pulp, slowly between her mons veneris to just above her clit, licked her fingers, picked up her wine, took a slow sip, and with such a delicate, delectable smile, "We-e-e-e-elll," "No need for the We-e-e-ell, " I thought, "the manner in which she offered these grapes, I knew, was how she would like them removed. Slow to start, barbaric and slovenly to continue." The warm breeze fanning between her thighs already started her hips to roll so slightly as I slid my hands along her inner thighs, to spread her wider to my delight, as well as hers.

With her fervid fingers tearing at the buttons of her blouse, thrusting her bare breasts out to be fondled. Her creamy arousal juices, trickling, oozing from within her torrid pink folds of flesh as I made one bold, slow swooping pass with a broad tongue, from the cheeks of her ass to the tip of her clit, such tremors, shudders raced through her body. As with the grapes, a slow, licking, fondling with tongue to start, the higher she went, the more devouring I probed with tongue and sucked on her protruding, so sensitive clit, to one sudden burst of violent orgasm, spasmodic quivers of her soft fleshy thighs pressing to my cheeks, twitching with each touch of my tongue to her clit.

Such a flood of steamy nectars flowing down the cheeks of her ass, to the lounger, to my cheeks, my chin, her hands so firmly held to my head, guiding my course, pinned between her thighs that I finish to her complete delight. Her guttural moans, fitful subtle shrieks, which I barely heard, muffled by her crushing hot, wet shivering thighs pressed to my ears. Another violent, thrust with her hips, sucking harder on her clit, then she slowly collapsed, legs dangling loosely on either side of the lounger, fumbling without control in my hair. "I'm sorry," she said in a breathless, quivering soft voice, "For what?" I asked, my face still drenched by her release, still gently petting her thighs and pussy. "I forgot all about you, didn't I?" "You'll pay your dues later," I said, with a positive smile, "you can be sure of that." "Of course," she said, "It is a matter of courtesy, appropriate for a lady to show gratitude for her guest's appreciation of what is placed before him," "Madam, " I said, "It is not only WHAT you place before me, it is as much in the agreeable, inviting manner in which you present it. I could have well done without the grapes for the pleasure of your delightfully succulent entree."

"Oh my," she said, a bit flushed, thighs still spread before me, Leaning on one elbow closer to her thigh, that now she could not freely move from her reclined position, feel my breath, feel the breeze on her dampness, which came as subtle warm gusts, as we talked. My fingers I kept delicately sliding, drawing large, slow, barely touching, ovals on her inner thigh, listening to her, thinking, "If this delicious debauchery be the death of me, so be it, what an excellent exit," The soft wet folds of pink pussy flesh flaunting, flexing, anticipating, tiny creamy droplets were beading from within these folds. With soft touches of the tip of my finger, spreading her nectars between, around these aroused furrows. A gentle play, amidst these soft shiny pink and peach-colored crevasses, lobes, and fissures, watching the flushes of delight flash along her thighs, as my fingers enter and withdraw. She continued with her stories of the past, but gradually losing thoughts, the more I played, the more my fingers delved, probed in her hot fluid drenched depths and withdrew with raking, rummaging, incitingly deliberate slow passes along her G spot.

"I know what you're doing," she said, "but if you continue like this," Yes, I knew what that meant, I would be left with nothing the aching again. I unzipped my jeans, slid them and my shorts off, to the floor, leaned back, my legs now relaxed on either side of the lounger. "We-e-e-ellll," I said, mimicking her, "you better know what I need," from earlier. Slowly she raised herself, still somewhat in a stupor from my fondling, looking with tender pity on my limp, sulking, and neglected cock. "Oh my, don't we look pitiable," she said, rubbing the tips of her fingers along its limp length, to fondling my balls, as if weighing a delicate object on her fingertips. Stroking, fondling, appraising, perhaps deciding how she was going to continue this game, which she had initiated. Then took one cream puff from the cart, held it above my limp cock, and squashed it completely in her hand, squeezing the custard to ooze between her fingers and plop between my thighs, rubbing it generously, stroking my slowly rising erection with this cream custard.

"Ohhhh, now THAT looks delicious," she said, taking bits of the custard from the head of my cock to her lips in such a sensually slow sultry motion. "Mmmmmmm, this is definitely some of the best pastry I have made," Yes, this lady of stature and merit, with her prim and proper presentation at first acquaintance likes it low, slow, messy, and slovenly in intimacy. "Would you like a taste?" she asked, smearing another handful of custard between her thighs, not waiting for a reply from me. I didn't answer, just a chuckle, thinking, "I know what you're up to," as she turned herself around, arched her back and rubbed her custard covered pussy slowly, gyrating on my lips. I must admit, excellent custard it was, her tongue licking the mess she had made on my cock like a cat slowly, methodically cleaning itself. Her slow, deliberate, licking along my now rigid, throbbing cock, lapping on her custard drenched pussy was sending shock waves throughout my body. She was sucking every last drop of custard from my cock with such fervor, such a devotion to cause, as if she were in a rhythmic trance.

A sensation as if flames were racing along my cock. This lady in public knew no inhibitions in her moments of greedy passionate lust, and I was witness to her unleashing all her fantasies, as she slowly slid herself down, pressing her pussy hard to my chest, along my stomach, spread herself wide and slid my cock in her sticky, custard drenched pussy. Her hands braced well on my knees as she gyrated, rolled her hips, grinding my cock in her depths, pushing her ass, with all her weight tight to my thighs. I could feel her rigged inner ripples of flesh rasping on the tender head of my cock, as she rode up and down, rolling her thighs, I came without warning, sudden convulsions, with such ferocity, it drained all I had within me. I could not tell if she had an orgasm or not, I was well beyond thought or control, as she slid herself off, back, resting her ass on my stomach, still continuing to play with my messy, drained cock.

Her ass gently moving on my stomach, and could only feel her hands delicately caressing, fondling my cock in a self pleased way. "Remember this morning I was telling you about a special place?" she asked, still playfully fondling my cock, her back, and ass my only view. "Yes, what about it? I said, "Well, among the cliffs, there is a grotto, with a beautiful natural pool, fed by water from hot springs. If you'd like, let's take a picnic and go there tomorrow early morning. I have always fantasized swimming naked and making love in that pool." she said, the first time a hint of more romanticism than pure lust. It seemed to me, by the way, she kept fondling, caressing, delicately playful, as if she was having thoughts of something she had missed earlier in her life, and I now was the means to fulfill those missed desires. I knew this was no time for mischievous teasing words.

"Well then," I said, "may I invite YOU to the grotto for a picnic and a swim in the morning?" knowing the guys at the mine would have to do without me another day. "I'd love that," she said as if I had made the original suggestion, "why don't we go back to my room and shower off all this stickiness, get dressed and get ready for an early dinner, early night's sleep." "Good idea," I said, "I think we better," We grabbed our scattered clothes, barely dressed we went back down that spiral staircase, a quick, scrubbing each other, teasingly fondling shower, dressed and out the door she led me. She had dinner planned elsewhere tonight, and it was planned. Again we took a route I had not gone before, several corridors, several flights of stairs, the back entrance to the lounge. A table already set between the roaring fireplace and the stairs leading to the wine cellar. As soon as we came in, Rolf greeted us, as newly welcomed, expected dinner guests, in his formal Maitre attire, and appearance.

"Let's go pick out a nice wine," she said as she led me by the hand down the stairs to the wine cellar. I expected a much damper cooler dreary climate; it was actually quite mild and cozy in its rustic decor. A small round table, covered with an elegant table cloth, two wine glasses, a very large candle, lit, corkscrew, white hand towel neatly folded, with two chairs, a few small dim wall lamps, leading to what seemed like an endless tunnel, lined with dust-covered wine bottles in racks on either side. With the candle in her hand for the only light, we walked a few yards down this tunnel and stopped. "Here," she said, "this is one of my favorites, and I think you will enjoy it. I was my grandfather's best, I think." She handed me one bottle and took another, then back out, back up to our table. Rolf was waiting, corkscrew in hand, as we set the bottles on the table and sat down. That wine tunnel stuck in my mind, as Rolf opened the first bottle and poured us each a glass, the tunnel seemed to have no end.

A nice relaxing dinner, well into the second bottle of wine. "Is something troubling you?" she asked, "you seem to drift in and out of thought." "Nothing is troubling me at all," I replied, with a grin, "I was just delighting in your pastry tasting earlier." "I have wanted to do that for days now," she said with a flush, now again sitting there, the elegant lady who would never guess could be capable of such delicious decadence. "Rolf will show you back to your room," she said softly, "I have a few things I need to take care of yet. Would you like a brandy to take with you?" "Yes I would, thank you," A light kiss, "good night," she said, "I'll wait in my room for you in the morning to go to the grotto," as Rolf came with a small tray, brandy decanter, glass, to guide me back to my room, or perhaps assure that I DO go to my room.

He opened the door for me, set the tray on the dresser, and quickly left. I poured myself a nice brandy, lit a cigarette, and walked out on the balcony to relax, digest my dinner, and digest the happenings of this day. Perhaps a nice hot shower would slow down my racing mind, I thought. I don't know how long I soaked my drained body under that hot water, but it was relaxing, soothing. Quick-dry, a towel wrapped around me and back out to the warm night air to my brandy, cigarette, and thoughts. That wine tunnel kept coming back to mind. I kept getting this feeling that she wanted to lead me to wherever it went, but stopped at those bottles she chose, changing her mind. Time to get some sleep, I thought, closed the door to the balcony behind and stumbled my way to the bed, not having bothered to turn on any lights other than the bathroom.

"Oh my," I thought, what I mistook for a crumpled cover on the bed in the dimly lit room was the chambermaid, asleep on my bed. "This can't be happening to me. I wonder how long she's been here, waiting? What now?" My body ready for some real rest, YET. . . . . "I need to find it in me to please this patiently waiting lady," I thought, and it was a genuine desire to do just that. Her half-naked body lying there so peacefully, anticipating in dreams I supposed, did arouse my desire, as drained as I was. Sitting carefully on the edge of the bed, just watching her sleep so peacefully. Gently running my hand along her thigh, maybe wake her slowly, and if not, maybe sneak into bed and get some sleep till morning. Eyes still closed, yet as if she sensed, or maybe dreaming, slowly grabbed my hand, spread her thighs slightly, firmly pressed my hand between her thighs and clamped them tight around our hands. "mmmmmmmm," she softly moaned, gyrating her hips, raising her breasts for attention also, with freehand searching, fumbling to pull the towel from around my waist, groping along my thigh, her greedy fingers searching for my cock. This shy chambermaid had been waiting here too long tonight to bother with ritual foreplay, or the delicate politeness teasing request. With my hand lustfully crushed between her hot, very wet wrenching thighs, it was only a matter of when she felt my member in her other hot, greedy little had was sufficient to satisfy her urgent needs. There was now, "will you, would you, or please". She was going to have what she had been waiting for. "Nowwwww," she said in soft trembling, impatient voice, "nowwww, pleeeezzz, nowwwww."

Struggling with urgency to spread her thighs, knees raise, spread wider, pulling my hand around her waist, still firm grip, rapidly guiding, pushing my cock into her quivering pussy, soft wet fleshy thighs raised wrestling to wrap around me. Her deep, rapid guttural, almost choking breathing as I pressed my self deeper and harder to her. Her head wrenched back, arms furiously wrapped around my neck, pulling me tight to her breasts, I could feel her stomach muscles twitching as she came, as I came to her quacking orgasm. "Just hold me," she said, "let me fall asleep like this, and wake like this in the morning," in her weak, satisfied, trembling voice, "MORNING?" I thought, "I guess she made up her mind, to stay," as she dozed off again, peacefully resting her head on my chest, and then I guess with that thought, I fell asleep. And morning came all too soon as I woke, and she is still snuggled close to me, lips softly drooling on my chest, maybe still in her dream of last night, arms limp across my chest, her leg entangled with mine. Somehow I had to wake her slowly, gently petting her hair, running my hand across her back. I had that walk to go on with the Countess, someplace farther along the road she keeps talking about.

"Well good morning," I said as she slowly opened her eyes, "Good morning," in her barely awake voice, "I guess I fell asleep before you could shoo me out of here," "No," I said, with a grin "actually you simply said you'd like to wake up like this in the morning, as a matter of fact, no question," "Did I really?" "Yes you did," I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to impose myself," "I'm not sorry," I said, "it's nice to wake up with your warm smiling little self wrapped around. But, I have to get up and get dressed. The Countess wants to take me to show me something this morning," "Yes, I know," she said, "I'll tidy your room while you have your coffee." "Coffee?? " it was on the table, hot, fresh.

"Don't even ask how it got there, " I thought A few cups of coffee, dressed, watching her barely dressed little ass fluttering around the room, straightening up, making the bed, relaxed, then reality again, time to go for this adventure with the Countess. "How did you sleep?" the Countess asked as I met her in the corridor, picnic basket in hand heading in the direction of my room. "Good timing," I thought, not a minute too soon leaving my room in a state as I left it," "I slept great, thank you," "Well, are you ready to go for a little walk," she asked, handing me the basket, taking me by the arm and guiding me in the direction. Nice view along the way, the entire valley below, then along a small wooded path, going higher yet between the rocky terrain. "Here we are," she said, with such a glowing, bubbly smile, as the path ended by a large, shallow, crystal clear pool, being fed by a small waterfall. "Beautiful," I thought, "completely surrounded by huge rising rocky cliffs and the densely wooded area. A private little spa,"

From the mist rising from the water, I knew it had to be also fed by natural hot springs, not only the waterfall. She quickly spread out the heavy blanket she had carried, grabbed the basket from my hand, set it down, and started tearing off her clothes. "Come on," she said, "this water is so warm and soothing. This is my favorite place on this mountain. I even come here when the ground is covered in snow. It's always nice and hot all year round." Well, it didn't take me long to get with the act. She was right; it was great. Shallow, crystal clear, very, very warm water, not to mention her elegant naked body is floating around me. "Would you open and pour the wine please," she asked, gently, teasingly pushing me in the direction of the basket sitting on the flat rock where she had spread the blanket.

Did I have any choice? Glasses and opened bottle in hand, sat at the edge, feet dangling in the water, poured us each a glass, a slight clink of the glasses before the first sip. "This is definitely deliciously decadent," I thought, barely ten am, her breasts rubbing my legs as she stood between my thighs, sipping on our wine, her occasional planning glances at my slowly rising erection. Seeing her nipples come more and more erect as she brushed them on my thighs brought me to life again. I filled our glasses again.

A few drops of wine, she slowly and carefully dribbled on this now proud member, staring her in the face for attention, then as in slow motion, licked, then firmly lips, sucked it off. Again a sip from her glass, and again a few drops to the head of my now very alert erection, she licked and sucked the wine from its length. Each pass she made was slower and more lingering, yet sucking more intensely with an intentional noisy, greedy wet slobbering mouth. A quick glance up at me, "what a delicious sound wine makes," she says, and again the wine, and the slow, engulfing sucking it off. She knew it was taking its toll on my ability to withhold, by my sudden jerks as her tongue wrapped around the now extremely aroused head.

Then without alert, her lips and mouth furiously running, sucking hard along the length of my shaft, sucking harder and faster, not turning loose, not giving me a say or response, it doubled me over, grabbing hard for her breasts as I came, to pleasure, to pain, to pleasure not sure which was which as she continues her hungry deed, till I had nothing left, only a limp, throbbing wet cock, between her still indulging, delightful hot lips, fingers fondling below around, as if still trying to bring me back to life again. "You're wasting your time," I thought, "you have just sucked the life out of me," "Yeeow," I said, "that wine works wonders, huh?" "Ohhh," she said, "this makes up a little bit for my neglect yesterday, and the day is still young." Still toying with my dropping, wet cock. "Come in," she said, "this water feels wonderful, it will refresh you," The floating, somewhat swimming in the shallow warm water was "healing" my battered body.

Playing in the water, her teasing, touching, playful fondling, hugging, caressing didn't stop. Occasionally to the rock for the glass of wine, then playfully again to the water. The constant rushing, splashing of that small waterfall, was as much soothing as the warm water. Standing under it, was like a natural massage which just held you there. "Let's eat something," she said, "I'm getting hungry, aren't you?" Laying there on that thick blanket, warm, relaxed, snacking on various little sandwiches she had brought, the wine, her wet naked body before me, soothing it was, I could have quite easily dozed off as if sedated. "Come on; I have a special something to show you," she said, as she took a flashlight from the basket. I started to reach for my clothes to get dressed.

"You won't need those," she said with a very deliciously wicked grin, Back into the pool we went, as she took my hand, and behind the waterfall, climbing up a few rocks. That was enough to get my curiosity and more aroused. Her well shaped naked ass, and could not help but see the motion of her thighs, around her again swollen pussy from behind and slightly beneath her as I followed. How could I not follow. There at the top of those rocks, a small, what seemed to be a cave. Completely dark as the darkest night. She lit the flashlight, but then still could only see a few feet in front. "Aren't there any critters here," I asked, "No, nothing at all, I've been in here many times." but whispering now, which had me a bit concerned. We followed this slightly winding cave, tunnel, whatever it was for a few hundred yards. What amazed me was how warm and humid it was. Completely naked and yet so comfortably warm, almost cozy warm.

After a few minutes' walk, she stopped suddenly, shined the light down, and there was an underground pool, steaming. She stepped down into it on the sloping rocks, pulling me along with her. Still whispering, which I didn't question, she carefully led us across the very shallow pool of warm water, being able to only see a small distance with the weak light of the flashlight, to a very smooth, large flat limestone slab of rock, which emerged from the water at a very slight, almost horizontal. She shone the light on it from the water, as far as the light would illuminate.

In a very quiet whisper, she said," when I was a little girl, my best friend and I would come here and make sacrifices to the cave spirits for our future wishes. I was getting a bit uneasy with her whispering, sacrifices, which I was afraid to ask what they sacrificed, and the mystery of all this. "I want you to sacrifice me here now," she whispered, as she turned off the light, began snuggling her breasts to my chest, fondling my cock as if it were made of gold, wrapping one thigh around me, getting an uneasy erection out of me, against my will to resist until I knew what was going on. She had been hot before, but not like this. It was as though she was burning up with the heat of lust and passion. Pitch black, I couldn't see anything, only feel, as if I were blind. She grabbed my hand and prodded to get my fingers in her dripping pussy, fondling my cock with greed I had not known.

"Come on," she said, "sacrifice me now, I must be sacrificed here, now." I had to be stupid and ask. "What do you mean sacrifice, how?" I said, perhaps too loud to her licking, "Shhhhh, quiet," she said, my heart was racing. Can't see a thing, she's telling me to sacrifice here, and to be silent. This was creepy, I thought, but at the same time, she had me well aroused. "Sacrifice me, on his alter stone," she whispered, in my ear, "Fuck me, you silly idiot. What did you think I meant?" as she pulled me quickly down one top of her, holding my cock, demanding I ram it in her now, and hard, harder.

"Ohhhhh Godddd, that feels wonderful," she screamed out loud, that the shock made my lunge harder into her, and then Ohhhhh Godddd Ohhhhh Godddd Ohhhhh Godddd that feels wonderful that feels wonderful "Fuck me harder, auugghh" she screamed again, Fuck me harder Fuck me harder auugghh auugghh It was an echo that kept repeating and repeating and overlapping her previous screams of pleasure. These echoes seemed to be driving her higher and higher and were now getting to me in the same way. Her rolling, screaming, echoed orgasm drove me to drive harder into as I had never done before, coming with such intensity, if wanting to penetrate to her soul when I came with her exploding orgasm. I just collapsed on her, melted, I guess you could say.

"Ohhh that was beyond wonderful," she said, now in a normal voice, not whispering. "I have fantasized about this for as long as I can remember," "So, that's why you wanted me quiet so that I wouldn't know about the echo in here?" "Yes," she said, "a few years ago, I was here and was wishing to make passionate love right here, on this altar stone as we called it when I shouted something, and my echo aroused my desire even more. Thank you, I feel wonderful right now." And there we laid, in that dark, lingering, listening to our echoes as we talked about what we had just enjoyed. She even went on to tell me all she felt rushing through her, how her pussy was welcoming the sacrifice, and so on.

Then, of course, searching for the flashlight, which took forever to find in that dark, steamy chamber inside the mountain. When we did find it, she led me farther down the tunnel on the opposite side of the pool. I never thought I'd be stumbling through a dark cave naked, and liking it. Well, my curiosity about the tunnel in the wine cellar was answered, after a long dark tunnel, with several passages going off in different dark directions because that's where it came out, by barrels of wine before getting to the bottle racks. I knew where it led now, but how were we going to get to her room and mine for clothes from here? "Hey, we can't go through the dining room naked," I said, "what if Rolf or the chambermaid are there?" "Come on, trust me, I know what I'm doing," she said, as we arrived at that little table in the wine cellar.

"Would you like a brandy now?" she asked with a very pleased smile, "Why not," I said, "it's obvious you have a plan," as I sat my naked ass on a chair, and watched her naked little body bouncing around, getting glasses, and pouring. I may as well relax; this was a game she was playing, enjoying, and had it well choreographed. "Here, " she said, pulling two large bathrobes from the dumbwaiter, "these will get us back to our rooms. We can pick up our things from the grotto later." After that sacrificial detour through the caverns, a couple of brandies, I was glad when she was ready to take care of whatever she had to do and let me drag myself back to my room for a quick shower, and a power nap.

Between the trips to the mine, the chambermaid, the Countess, and continual amorous escapades, I was beginning to realize I was not as indestructible as I thought. But of course, we would not want to admit that except to the mirror while shaving. I was well into a deep sleep, and not sure if a vivid dream or reality at first, but such a warm wet sensuous feeling between my thighs, around my very erect cock. Trying to unglue my eyelids wasn't easy, but I could see morning came quicker than I was ready for. Warm early morning light glowing along the sides of the still closed drapes, but it was enough light, peeking down along my chest through slotted, partially open eyes I see her head, hair brushing softly on my thighs, her fiery hot lips working slowly up and down between my things, beyond, her bare ass raised like pale hills in the distance, slowly swaying, and I wondered, how long had she been having her way before I woke. Some erotic dreams are more real than others, I thought, and I was not protesting. "Good morning," she said, lips vibrating on the wet head of my cock as she spoke, "I brought you nice fresh hot coffee," When "room service" wakes you like this, who thinks of coffee?

"The Countess said to tell you when you woke that she had to go to town and would not be back till late this afternoon, and the road to the mine will be closed until tomorrow," as she wrapped her hot mouth around my cock, as if back to her duties having given me the message. "The one day I could have rested, " I thought, "and she decides to assume squatters' rights between my thighs, and I'm liking it." "Well coffee will wait," I said, "turn around," wanting to feel some warm, soft flesh to my lips also, which she wasted no time in doing, waiting only for the cue I supposed. I had savored delicate pussy to my lips, but she, and her velvety thighs seemed to melt in your mouth as they say. It was her thighs she took such pleasure rubbing continually along my cheeks, trying for as much body contact, rocking her hips as to guide my probing tongue, from twitching to freezing in position, as I sucked on her clit.

Her mouth occupied and full, her only acknowledgment that I had it to her satisfaction was a muffled, "uummmmghh," to let me know, "don't stop what you're doing," Playing with her ass, pressing her tighter to my sucking lips, caressing her ass, I slid my finger in her butt hard, deep, "uummmmghh . . uummmmghh . . . uummmmghh," as she squirmed to my finger, wanting more. I had found what she was wanting. Her muffled "uummmmghh," sucking my cock harder, lingering, almost motionless between my thighs, all her energy to my lips and thumb in her ass, as if frozen within hot vacuum to my cock. Tongue digging in her pussy, sucking harder on her clit, ramming my thumb in her ass was driving her higher and higher, breaking my neck, cramping hands, lips, but this was not a time to relinquish, as her hand reached around my neck, digging her hands in my hair, pulling me head tighter to her blinding wet, hot flooding pussy, quivering, grinding jerks as she came, hanging on to my cock motionless, but with such force, I wanted to release but couldn't. "Uummmmghh, uumgghh, uurrghh, uurrghh," I barely heard, with her thighs crushing to my ears as she came again, even more intense.

Feeling her pleasure, her blinding flood of orgasm juices, I was about to explode if she didn't do something for me soon. I had to take control as she had done, reaching as I could to run my hand along her neck, fingers through her hair, some indication to think about me too, not stopping my sucking on her clit, my probing thumb in her ass, deeper to let her know I was not quitting, but do something please. As if again realizing she had the length of my cock in her hot mouth, raked her tightly pressed lips, sucking vigorously faster along the full length, a flaming rasping sensation like a cat licking the back of your hand from the base to the soft sensitized head. I could feel her breasts rocking on my stomach with each lengthy, quickening, slobbering stroke, fingers playfully petting my balls. She knew I was close to losing control, pressing her pussy tighter to my lips, getting pleasure from my efforts between her thighs as well as her delicious play on my cock. A few sudden explosive jerks of her pussy as I came with such fierceness to her determined efforts to return the pleasure I had been giving her.

I now knew what she had felt before. I had forgotten entirely about my probing fingers, or my tongue deep in her pussy until she collapsed with all her weight on me. "Ohhhh that was fine," she said, "I can't move," as I teasingly continued to lightly pass my tongue over her clitty for the pleasure of her slight flinching and her sweet, steamy ginger scented heat surrounding me. Who would move first was not discussed, I'm sure it was as pleasing for her to lay on me caressing my listless cock, pleased that she had brought it to that state, as I was lingering, between her glowing, damp thighs, enjoying her warm, soft weight barely moving yet feeling her stomach muscles rolling as I caress her wet relaxed pussy lips. The after orgasm tremors rippling through our bodies.

The musky aroma of our heated passion hanging around our lethargic, relaxed bodies. We laid the for some time in our heat, till she finally rolled off on her back, looking up at the ceiling, still rubbing my thigh, I would guess without thought, my arm still under her. "I need to get to my chores," she said so softly, I barely heard, "Do you mind if I take a shower here?" "I think you better," I said with a chuckle, "you smell of heated play," She rolled herself over on her stomach, and leisurely headed for the shower, I took my coffee, cigarette. Sitting there in my cloud of smoke, I thought, "this coffee tastes excellent, although a bit like her," I suppose her scent on my lips, yet a pleasing, subtle scent. She dressed herself and tidied up the room, made the bed up, and a soft touch to my face, smiled, and left. After several coffees, I poured myself a brandy, another cigarette, and wasted no time pulling back the covers and climbing back into bed.

With the Countess in town, having been so deliciously waken by the chambermaid, it was a good time to heal my hammered body. That was some time mid-morning when I laid back down. I don't remember falling asleep, but when I woke, it was already dark again and no sign of the Countess. Believe it or not, I welcomed the reprieve, thinking that perhaps she came back late, tired, and already went to sleep. This was a good time to relax a bit. I made my way to the dining room, hoping I could find Rolf for some more coffee and perhaps another brandy. "Why not," I thought. A couple of brandies, crawl back into bed and sleep till morning, be ready for anything.

The dining room was dark, no Rolf nor chambermaid in sight. They must have also retired early. Heading downstairs to the wine cellar where the brandy was kept, I thought I heard the slight sound of a woman's pleased moan. As I turned the corner to the little room with the table, there she sat, unaware I had come down the stairs. Leaned back in the cushioned chair, dress raised, thighs spread, bottle and glass of wine on the table, eagerly fondling herself, soft moans of self-pleasing. I watched her quietly from around the corner of the wall and about to go back up and leave her to her pleasure. Then I thought, "It's my turn to dictate the repertoire," I very quietly stripped of my clothes, laid them neatly behind the wall and as close as possible without being noticed sat my naked self on the low bench slightly behind her.

This would be MY surprise. "To make this work, I must have one very appealing erection," I thought, with a bit of self-help, watching her feverishly working with both hands between her thighs, although I couldn't see, knew she had her fingers digging deep in her aching pussy. Her swaying, flinching, soft moans, and very soft mumbles, "ffuuukk meeee,," it wasn't long I had what I needed. I spread my thighs for her to have full view, waiting till I thought perhaps she might be close to orgasm, and in a soft voice, "Wouldn't you care for something more substantial," I said Her hands froze between her thighs with a sudden clenching jerk, as she swung around, startled as if the ghost of the cave had gotten her. I just smiled, as she stared, not sure of her reaction, that close to orgasm, startled, she just sat there, slight trembles, from fright and near orgasm. "What now," I thought, she just sits there baffled, I sit here with a hard-on that needs relief. I didn't move, let me play the teasing game this time. "Take your panties and skirt off," I said softly, which she slowly did, still staring, still a little shocked. "Bend over the table, and spread your thighs," I said, more a suggestion, not demand. "Let her decide, and be teased," I thought, and again, slowly she did, but my still sitting there, not sure what to expect. "Now get your fingers in your pussy, and tell me what you want," I said I could see her thighs trembling, the thoughts of whatever, anticipation arousing her, "Come here and FUCK ME NOW," she said, losing patience, "I'm about to go crazy, I was so close to coming, you can't do this to me," I never said a word, just went around to the front of the table, reached over her back, letting my hard cock wave before her face as I slid her blouse up, over her head, around her arms, tied the tails of it as a bow around her wrists to the leg of the table and lightly teased to her lips with my cock.

It was what she now could not do, or as she pleased that was driving her arousal higher and higher, arching her back, grinding her clitty to the table. "What do you want where now?" I asked, rubbing my hands along her back, to the cheeks of her ass and back, waiting for a reply. "You know what I want, damn it, just do it, " she said, an aching impatience, "well then tell me what you want," I said, still softly massaging, walking around the table slowly, caressing, teasing, fingers in and out of her hot oozing pussy. "Damn you, put it in me," she said, gritting her teeth, so close to orgasm, yet knowing she needed to feel my cock in her, "put it in me and FUCKKK MEEE, that's what I want, come on, I can't stand this any longer," rubbing my cock between her quivering pussy lips, raised her leg up on the table, to her breast, slid my cock into her fluttering drenched pussy. "pphhhuuu y-y-y-yesssss, like tthhhhaaatt," she stuttered, as I started in and out of her faster and harder, grinding my thighs to hers. "ffuuuuukkk mmmeeee hhrr ahhh hrrr hhaa hhrrdddrrr," she moaned, her inner hot depths folding, squeezing along the length of my throbbing cock, such an eager rasping, raking of her pussy, driving me to ram into her harder, and harder.

This small table was shaking, knocking over the wine bottle, the glass of wine, spilled, flooding the delicate cloth, a flow if red wine to her face pressed to the table, to her breasts. Rubbing her breasts on the wet cloth, my cock ramming in her harder, faster as I couldn't hold back, she came, struggling to get her pussy tighter to me, biting into the wet wine cloth, rubbing, pressing her breasts harder to the spilled wine, "yyyyaaaaa, llikkkke thhhhhhhhhhhhhhhat, fffkkk me," she drooled with the damp cloth in her mouth, pressing my thumb deeper in her butt, squeezing her ass tightly, feeling the heat of her quaking orgasm as I came. "just stay there like that," she whimpered, "I can feel your cock throbbing in me, feels so good, don't stop," nor did I want to stop, to feel her jerking after tremors race through her body, the flashes of heat around my cock within her, my twitching to her convulsive spasms.

She freed her hands, which I knew she could, reached around to pet my thigh. "I liked the thought of being bound like that," she said, still quivering, "that vulnerable feeling was driving me completely crazy, wanting it more and more." After lingering in that wine wet, lust sweat, state a while, enjoying the pleasure of pleasure, "Actually, I came down here for a brandy," I said, "would you like one also?" "That sounds excellent," she said, arranging the chairs for us to sit, as I poured, not bothering to right the bottle, or glass, nor worry about the drenched table cloth. "That was a nice surprise," she said, "having you sitting there with a nice erection. A bit of startle, but that also aroused me more. I could feel the flashes rushing through me when you suddenly spoke from behind me," "Well, I have to admit, watching your face as you were fondling yourself was really getting to me. It was hard to hold back and tease you as I had intended," I said, grinning, and neither of us making any effort to make ourselves more presentable, meaning getting dressed. "Would you like to go for a little walk?" she asked, yet not meaning a stroll in the garden, "Ok," I said, "let's go, where to?" "Put your shoes on, " she said as she was stepping into hers. Yet, no bother to get dressed, took an oil lamp from she, let it, "let's go," "Hey, " I said, "there's a flashlight there," "This is better," "Oh boy," I thought, "here we go again, one of her mysterious ventures," "Can I talk normally or do I have to whisper again," I asked "Of course you can, " as we headed down that same tunnel towards the dark pool and her sacrificial rock.

That oil lamp was not much light for this dingy tunnel, but she knew where she was going. Just past the last row of large kegs, where I remember seeing a dark passage when we came through here last, is where she turned in. This little tunnel was utterly black, no light from anywhere, only the warm glow of her oil lamp, but I could feel it getting warmer and damper the farther we went till we came to a very solid wood and hammered iron door. She reached up, well over her head, and pulled down a large old, rusty key that was hanging on a nail. "What's the point of locking it if the key is hanging there?" I thought, almost afraid to ask what was locked in there, perhaps to keep it in.

But I thought if she's not afraid, neither am I. Yes, it was a very heavy door to open, and it creaked on the old rusty hinges as we pushed it open. What I could quickly see by the dim light, this was a well-planned room, and well preserved—clean, no dust, warm, yes very humid, and a nice delicate flowery perfumed odor. As we walked around, I didn't question, only took it all in. Not furniture as such, but very elegantly decorated, meticulously upholstered in wine-colored velvets, tables, chairs, and what I recognized as exquisite medieval-style torture racks. At least that's what they looked like to me. "What is all this? I asked, "For many years, I had completely forgotten about this, and the only reason it's so tidy is that Rolf keeps it that way out of respect for my grandfather." she explained, "And the key? Well, when I was little, I would ask him to show me what was in here, and he said that when I was tall enough to take down the key by myself, I could see. It seems that he and my grandmother had some rather unusual sexual games they played here. They would disappear to this room for hours from time to time."

"Yes now I can see it all," I thought, just as my first thoughts, "You're tying my hands to the table made me think of this again," she said, "and this here, I have always fantasized about, but not with some brute of a man, one more sensitive like you," pointing to what looked like an elegantly cushioned in velvet table shaped like an inverted Y, with the base raised as to comfortably rest the head, with what looked like mink, or some other exotic fur straps hanging at various points. "Do you think you could be creative with this?" she asked, now glowing more than the oil lamp, walking around lighting a few more oil lamps set on tables, hanging on the upholstered walls, decorated with what I recognized as early French erotic paintings.

"Yes," I thought, as it got a little brighter in there, "this is definitely a most decadent den of debauchery, of the finest order," well-stacked wine rack, crystal glasses engraved with erotic scenes on a bar carved with phallic symbols, and much more, I sat down in a well-cushioned captains chair, leaned back and took it all in, studying her choice of "pleasure," as she continued to light the lamps. The luxurious elegance of it all, and all for some very erotic, kinky games, I thought. And then it came to me, the deliciously decadent potential of this device she fantasized of its application.

"May I open some wine?" I asked, not knowing if it may be a taboo to tamper with her grandfather's private reserve, "Please, I wish you would," she said, "that one is an excellent wine," Sipping on our wine, which was a beautiful wine for the occasion which I was fermenting in my mind. "What are you seeing in that device?" she asked "I see your naked body bound to it, wondering how I was about to pleasure us with it," "Can we?" she asked, pouring herself another glass of wine, drinking it a bit more anxiously. "Well then, let me help you to it," I said, "leave your blouse on, but open" as I helped her climb on this inverted Y shaped, softly cushioned table.

A pillow I placed under her head, her legs spread wide on the Y, slid her down slightly that her ass was just below its crook, and slowly, methodically began tying the fur-lined straps, around her ankles, above her knees, across her tummy, across her chest, just beneath her breasts, her wrists to the padded arms which swung out from the sides of this device, and spread her arms to the side, that she could barely raise her head. "How does that feel?" I asked, running my hand slowly along the length of her body, from her toes, along her thighs, over her stomach to a gentle fondle of her breasts. "the thoughts racing through my mind are sending hot flashes throughout me," she said in a slight quivering, anticipating voice. "what are you going to do now?" "Well, if I tell you," I said, "then the purpose of this would be defeated, wouldn't it?" "But if I say enough," she asked, a bit uncertain now, "will you let me loose?" "Maybe, maybe not," a bit of anxiety in her face, yet an aroused uneasiness I sensed. "You wait right here," I chuckled, "I'll be right back," "Where are you going," she quickly asked, "you can't leave me here like this alone," "Oh yes I can, and I will," Knowing the passages between the rooms I made my way back to my room, gathered a few items and quickly made my naked way back to that decadent den. That she could not see beyond her breasts was my plan.

A small table I brought closer, and a chair set, that I sat between her thighs at my chest level. "What are you doing?" she whimpered, unable to see, only hear, and feel my occasional brushing by her spread thighs, petting her pussy with broad of hand. "Ohhh, this is going to be a real pleasure," I said as I could feel her heart racing, thumping like a muffled drum to my words.

A very warm, soaking wet cloth, I rubbed along her thighs, laid it on her pussy, to a sudden flinch of her body, not knowing what, or how I was planning to please us. With the splashing of water, soaping her pussy, the scissors snipping she was getting an uncontrollable uneasiness, squirming as much as she could, trying to get a glimpse over her breasts. "you HAVE to TELL me what you're doing," she begged, "pleassseee tell me," "well first I'm going to shave your pussy, smooth like satin, and then we'll go from there," I said "Ohhh myyyy, Ohhh My Gggodd," she softly squealed, "you're going to drive me crazy, that I can't see," flinching at my every touch, to every sound. Slowly, I snipped, bit by small bit at her modest bush, touching the cold scissors to her soft, swollen pussy lips, then again my leisurely snipping of her hair, as she squirmed, fidgeting, raising her head again, to possibly see what I was doing between her trembling thighs. Again the mildly hot wet cloth, slowly wiping over her pussy, with my finger flicking rapidly on her clit, inserted, flicking, a short tease then back to my facetious play of shaving her. With razor, unhurriedly one pass, then another, gradually exposing bare pale flesh. Spreading her pussy lips wide, a good reason to fondle within, to her anxious quivering, with each pass, softer, smoother hot flesh to the touch.

Occasional nibbling, licking along her meaty inner thigh, sending waves of tremors through her hips. Another slow, smooth wiping pass with the steamy cloth revealing her creamy arousal juices oozing to the cheeks of her ass. Easing my play as she neared orgasm, too soon to allow her that, it was driving her wild for lack of any control, not see, and only imagine. "Plllleaasseee, ll-ll-let me come once, js-js-once, nnnowww," pleading, moaning, her shallow, sporadic breaths, breasts quivering like mounds of a pink gelatin desert, as I meticulously washed the soap from her pussy, her thighs, her belly, muscles contracting, flinching with my teasing taps on her clitty. One delicious slow lick with broad of tongue between her silky smooth aching, screaming pussy lips, fingers roaming, probing, slow raking passes in and out, getting wetter, sloppier by her juices with each stroke in. "aaauuuggghhh, ya-ya-yaour torturing me," she whined, thighs uncontrollably quivering as I carefully spread the folds of rippled flesh, to expose her erect clitty, tapping gently, rapidly on its shiny pink tip. "Oohhhh mmmyy, ooghhh mmmyyy Gchhhoddd," her guttural, struggling murmurs, over and over, wrenching her head, wanting to see, to direct me, squirming against all that has her bound to this device. I had to feel this heat and craving energy from within her.

My erection aching, aroused by her wrenching, pleading moans, was more than I could endure. I could feel her so close to exploding, sliding my cock in her to all that I had, pressing firmly with my thumb on her clitty, I felt the most violent flood of her orgasm rush like hot lava around, along the length of my throbbing cock, flowing along my thighs to my bare feet. She couldn't see, but she could hear the wet squishing sound as my cock spread again her drenched swollen pussy lips, driving harder in with each thrust. "aagghhhhh mmmyyy grrrrcchoddd, ooohhhj fffffkkkkkkkmmeee" as her body strained, twisted, convulsed against the restraint, glistening beads of sweat pouring off her face, under my hands kneading her breasts, as I came to her orgasm, as explosive and violent as hers, thrusting harder and faster into her, beyond my control.

Caressing, massaging from her belly to her breasts, back and forth, feeling her muscles spasm with after orgasm waves, "ppffff, pffff, pffff pffff, wow," her rapid shallow breaths, "that was too much," I knew we both had more than enough. I slowly loosened the bindings from her ankles, her thighs, and on up to her chest, arms. She didn't move. "I can't move," she whispered, "help me sit up, please," I sat on the edge of that table, helped her sit up, "Just hold me," she weakly said, "just hold me," wrapping her arms around me, still faintly trembling, soft, sobbing warm breaths to my chest.

Sitting there holding her, feeling her warm, limp, humid, musky body in my arms, still slightly trembling, I thought, "I have to find a way to get the chambermaid to this device, that would slow here down a little bit also, more fun, less wear and tear on my battered, body." "I wouldn't mind a nice glass of wine now," she said, 'would you help me down from here please," her limbs still a little weak and trembling, Poured her a nice tall glass of wine, and myself, a very stiff brandy, sat myself back in that captain's chair where my original game thoughts came to me, and she flopped herself in a similar chair opposite me at that little card table. "I have never experienced anything like that, " she said, taking large gulps of her wine, "that's like one of those carnival rides.

You scream at them to slow down and they won't, you want to get off, but you can't. Once off for a while, you want to try it again," "Oh boy," I thought, now also taking a nice large gulp of my brandy, "I think with this device we have created a monster," "What are you thinking so deeply about?" she asked, beginning to come back to her senses, "I was just thinking of the unlimited potential of this device," "Now I have a request if you please? " she asked. "And what would that be?" not sure if I really wanted to hear, "Would you do the same for Lena, please? She would be forever grateful to you," "So, who is Lena," I asked, "The chambermaid you have been so gallantly also servicing these past few days," she said, simply as a matter of fact, "Ooopps," I thought, well that was the first I knew her name, so how could you even consider calling me a gentleman. A gentleman would at least know the lady's name who he had been eagerly mounting. "But then, as she has mounted me on several occasions, she could have at least introduced herself," I thought, "You have to understand," she said, "women are much more intimate with information than men. We compare notes to acquire knowledge, NOT as so many men, to simply boast of past conquests, and YES, we have been comparing notes so to speak," "Alright then, "I said, "I'll ask no more, and will gladly share the experience of this device with her. And that already gives me an idea, if you would please assist?" thinking, with their exchanging notes, and this device, I might be able to enjoy all that I have stumbled upon here, and abuse my body a little less. "What is your idea?" she asked, now very curious, more than wanting to help, I see, "Well, tomorrow I will give you a list of things for her to bring down here.

But that you insist that she bring it down in three separate trips, NOT all at once," I said "Alright, but why three trips and not all at once?" asking, a woman's curiosity of course, "Since you ladies are comparing notes, I think it's best I keep that to myself for now. But, what you need to tell her is that, YOU are planning to 'entertain' down here later in the day, and the rest of the game, I'll tell you tomorrow," "Now you're getting me aroused, you know that?" she said "That is half of eroticism. Uncertain anticipation, pleasing surprises, delightful helplessness, and the rush of exposure."

All the time we talked, she kept glancing at that so elegantly upholstered device, which in itself was an art form. The gently upward curved backrest, just enough to rest the head comfortably, yet not enough to see all. Softly upholstered with deep red velvet, trimmed in gold piping, and what I had not noticed before, what looked like a curtain which could be lowered at chest level to completely block the view below the chest. "hmmm," I thought, "I need to examine this device a bit closer when I get a chance. I think it has even more creative possibilities than I first realized," "That device is holding your attention," I said, "isn't it?" "Well, every time I look at it, I get a tingling feeling," she said. "Perhaps it radiates what games have been played on it in the past," I said, "but then really look around you.

There isn't anything in this room that is NOT meticulously designed but for one purpose. Its appearance is intended to arouse, and its functions are all erotic sex. This is definitely a polished, refined, den of iniquity. Here we are, in the subcellars of your villa, yet in this room, there is not one cold area and not one spot that is not inviting, or adding something to the imagination." "You're right," she said, "everything about this room is arousing, inviting, sensual warmth," and with that, we finished our drinks, turned off the oil lamps, locked the door and made our way back to the wine cellar, got dressed and to our rooms for a good night's sleep. By the time the chambermaid came with my coffee and to tidy my room in the morning, I was already dressed and waiting, which was my plan. Not to give her a chance to have "thoughts."

Although I could see a bit of disappointment in her eyes that I was up and dressed. My morning coffee, cigarette, a quick trip to the mine, back to my room, and lay my plan for the chambermaid. After a quick shower, a quiet brandy, and a few last minutes rattling my brain, I headed down to that den of decadence to wait for things to come together. I lit a few of the oil lamps, poured a glass of brandy, set the decanter on the table, dressed only in my short kimono robe, got comfortable in that captain's chair, facing the door and waited, studying this room again, seeing all the delicious games which could be played here, limited only by creative imagination. She looked a little startled to see me sitting there as she walked in carrying a tray, expecting no one to be here yet, I suppose. A few of the things I had told the Countess for Lena to bring down here on the first trip.

"Where shall I set this," she asked, slightly flustered, the tray with one banana, one cucumber, one well-selected smooth carrot. "Here on the table will be fine," I said "I have some more thing to bring here," she said, "I'll be right back," A few minutes later she came again, another tray in hand, a small flask of olive oil, nothing more, "Shall I set it here also?" she asked, "Yes," I said, "this is a strange, seducing room, isn't," "Yes it is," she said timidly, as she left again, a bit quicker, again, a few minutes later she came with yet another tray, "this one also here?" she asked, "No, set that one over there on that other little table," I said "That fascinates you," I said, "doesn't it?" as she sets the tray down on the little table by that device, as I now affectionately call it. "Yes it does," she said, staring at it, running her hand along with its soft cushions, her eyes scanning all, "Lay down on it," I said, "see what it feels like, to lay there," "I can't Madam will be here soon," she said "She won't be here for a while.

Go on, try it," I said not sure whether she should or shouldn't yet being drawn to it against her logical will, as I walked over to her, brandy in hand, not showing much interest, "Here, hold my hand and climb up and lay on it," offering her my hand for balance, "Ohhh, this is strangely arousing," she said, "just laying there, I'm getting a rush," "Here, give me your hand," as I took her hand and gently bound it to the outstretched extension, "I really need to leave," she said, yet not resisting, drawn to curiosity, "Just to feel its magic," I said, slowly securing more and more of the bindings around, her arms, slowly walking around, without hurry to her other arm, the bindings around her chest, down to her thighs, ankles, as she was for the moment forgetting she needed to leave, "How does that feel?" I asked as she was completely bound, arms and legs spread, secure. "Just laying here, bound like this is giving me a hot rush," she said, "now will you let me up before Madam comes?" "I don't think so.

You look too inviting laying there like that," I said, sitting myself on the edge, looking down on her, very, very slowly unbuttoning her blouse, sipping on my brandy, teasing her breasts, "What do you mean?" she said in a quivering nervous voice, "what if Madam comes and sees me here?" "Well," I said, "Then let's hope she is delayed. She may wonder you allowed yourself to get up here naked, " knowing she would not be coming, as I continued to undo her blouse, softly peeling it back, reaching under her back to undo her bra, and pull that away from her breasts. "You have to let my up," she pleaded, "You have such beautiful breasts, " I said, gently playing, fondling with her nipples, tracing my finger around them, over her belly, and back.

"You have to let me up. I can't stay, I have things to do," she whimpered again, "Not yet," I said, giving her a gentle kiss, to her lips, to her breasts, licking her nipples to a firm, aroused erect, "why not enjoy this? " "Ohhhh, myyyyyy Gggoddddd," she said in trembling soft voice, as I lowered the curtain from above to her chest, that she could see nothing but her bare breasts and her own aroused face in the mirror overhead. "What are you doing?" she asked, getting a bit nervous, squirming, "I'm going to let you know the pleasure this device offers," "What if Madam comes," she kept repeating, as I slid off her skirt, under the loosened bindings, then her panties, and re-secured the bindings to snug. I could feel her heart pounding like a thousand drums all the way to her toes, not knowing, not seeing what I was doing, or had planned.

As with the Countess, I passed that hot wet cloth along her inner thighs, to her sudden flinch at my first touch, to her belly, letting it rest on her clitty, pressing, rolling it under my hand as she squirmed, asking over and over, what I was doing, going to do. Her voice was saying stop, her body now screaming for more. She knew the sound, and I let her feel the coolness of the scissors snipping away at her soft, moist bushy hair, twitching, flinching with each touch. A few snips of hair, a gentle slow licking nibbling kiss along her thighs, a few snips. "This is torture, driving me crazy, not seeing what you're doing," she said, whimpering, pleading with me to at least remove the curtain. "Well, Lena," I said, "I see the hint of creamy, arousal juices oozing from between your pussy lips as I spread them. I think your body is saying something completely different than your lips," as I began slowly shaving her, just as slowly, methodically, gently as I had the Countess.

Her thighs were trembling, wrenching with each slow pass of the razor to her tender pale flesh. "Well," I said, "the Countess really seemed to enjoy this when I did it for her," intentionally reminding her of the possibility of being caught like this, "Ohhh Gggodd," she pleaded, "what if she comes now?" hot flushes running through her thighs. Her heart was pounding that I could feel it as I touched her. Smoothly shaved to her sweet pale pussy exposed, carefully washed of soap with the warm water, I massaged her belly, thighs, pussy with the warm olive oil she had brought. "How does that feel, now," I asked teasing in and around her wet, weeping pussy, digging my finger deeper in her.

"This is driving me completely insane," she said, in such deep, heavy breaths, "I don't care if Madam comes now, it's too late for me to care. I can see my face cringing, in that mirror as if I were observing someone else being driving to this," as I slowly slid the oil-soaked carrot in her butt, then out and back in, sucking harder on her clitty. "OOOOggcchhhhh mmmmmyy," she squeeled, "pfffewwww, that feellsss, oohhh wwoooow, g-g-gooodd,," trying to squeeze her outstretched, widely spread thighs together, flexing the cheeks of her ass, wanting to grab what every she could with her twitching trembling flesh.

I had made up my mind I would give her what she would always remember with hot flashes rushing through her, as I continued to suck on her clitty, flicking hard on it with my tongue and slowly slid the oiled banana in her pussy, very gently playing with the carrot and banana, deeper in her. "oohhgg, auugghhhh mmmyyy,auugghhhh,ya-ya-ya-yayayaya," she kept repeating over and over, wrenching, squirming, trying to thrust her hips harder to my slowly accelerating games between her thighs, such violent tremors shaking the flesh on her thighs like waves rolling to shore. Her rush, I knew was coming from the thoughts of the Countess perhaps soon walking in, seeing only her own wrenching face and upper torso, not knowing how long I would keep her so close to orgasm, only the sounds of my slobbering sucking on her clitty, and not knowing what would do next. But I knew I could not hold her there much longer; she was about to explode. Her gurgling slurred words of delight, whimpering squealing moans, wrenching hips to my steady probing, nibbling on her clitty was driving me higher with her.

I made every effort that she hear the soft sloshing sounds of the banana slurping in and out of her oozing pussy, gently slapping my hand to her wet flesh with each stroke in her, sucking very noisily on her clitty, as her stomach muscles flinched in rhythm to my caring aggression to its protruding shiny pink sensitive tip. The sweet, delicate scents of her pre orgasm nectars arousing me more, giving her more and more, my cock aching, but it could wait and would be better for it yet. "aarrcchhhhh Gggrrrddddd d-d-d-d-don ssttopppp," wrenching violently, straining against the bonds, sporadic spasms quacking through her body as she came to my efforts with repeated deep guttural, quick, shallow breaths, "yyeeeeeeeaaaaaa, agch-agch-agch-agch, ppppfff pfff pff pff pff, hhh hhh hhaaa, oohhhh mmmmyyy, wwhhht wwwaaaas tthaatt, pfff pfff," as a flooded shot from within her along the length of the banana, drenching my hand with her hot orgasm juices that I almost came, feeling her heat throughout my body.

Slowly I slid the carrot out of her butt, to a slight "oohhhhhh," of delight from her, but this game was not over yet. The banana I left well in her as a reminder, and to let her know this was only the beginning. More warm olive oil to my hands as I coated and massaged her thighs, her belly, to her chest, caressing, slow, gentle and soothing, pressing with flat of hands to her breasts. "wwwooooowww,"she barely sighed, "even if you let me loose now I couldn't move after that," "Well my dear Lady," I said, "the best is yet to come," as I raised the curtain, but left the mirror for her to see all, climbed on the device, to kneel, straddled over her stomach, reaching behind me to keep the banana gently toying in her pussy, offering, displaying, teasing with my throbbing rigid cock for her view, bending its rigidness down to feel her hard nipples to its soft, throbbing head. "ooohhhh mmmyyy,"she said, "keep doing that, and that whatever you are doing in me, it feels so good," "Let my hands free, plleeeaassee, I want to hold thhaaatt," she mumbled, "Not yet," I said, "teasing her more with the banana, more vigorously again, making sure she could well hear the slurping in and out, rubbing my cock to her lips, as she's trying harder and harder to raise her head to it, wanting to participate so urgently.

Her tongue reaching out, drooling, hoping I would give in to her gesture and release her or at least more of my cock to her thirsty lips. "come on," she pleaded, "let meee, pleeaasee," "let you what? I asked, "you know, what?" "well tell me what," toying more eagerly with the banana in her, between her again gyrating thighs, rolling it in her, "let mee suckkk on it at least, if you won't let me loose, you're driving me insane," feeling her heart pounding as she's trying to rub her breasts to my thighs, glowing hot flashes racing through her body as I bend, against its will my rigid cock to touch it to her lips, and darting craving tongue wanting to touch as much as being touched, raising her head and shoulders as much as the bindings will allow, drooling, slobbering from the corners of her mouth, this craving need, beyond care of restraint, or thought I see in her, is pushing me close to the point of no return, but I must hold out, this game of uninhibited lust will be what she will never forget.

Her short, quivering, whimpering shallow breaths, between slurred, mumbling words, "hchchchchach, d-d-d-doo-doo ss-ss-sssom-sssomthnn,nnoow, I cann-caaaant," was pushing me to the edge, and I knew I could not hold back much longer. "Ohhhh myyyy," I heard, the voice I needed to hear for the rest of this lustful game, "this is really driving me wild again," she said, the Countess, barely dressed in her flimsy, sheer black lace opened gown, fondling herself, the last and most important element to this play, because I sensed some time ago, the thought of being watched in this vulnerable aroused state would be the limit to drive her beyond all else in the past. "aauugghhh myyyyyy Ghhrro-o-o-ddd,"Lena moaned, catching a glimpse of the Countess with her fingers groping in her pussy, as I turned around to let her have her way with my aching cock, sucking her clitty, slowly grinding that banana deeper in her, in search of her most sensitive points of pleasure, as she came, and I came to her self induced choking, sucking sounds on my cock, with such fervor, if wanting to suck the life's juices from within me.

Such devouring thirsty uninhibited greed it was difficult for me fully focus on her, that I just buried my face deep between her thighs, and fumbled with lips and banana with trembling hand, and barely heard, her muffled slobbering voice, "uummmgggh, uummmgghhhh, uummgghhh," faster and faster her hot wet mouth worked along its length, as she came again with such force, her whole body quivering, shaking, convulsive jerks, then just as quickly, limp, only sporadic slight tremors as I caressed her hot, wet thighs. I, also too weak for much more, her cheeks caressing my thighs, wanting that after orgasm touch. "Shall I let you free now?" I mumbled, still resting between steaming hot thighs, "Yes please, but I may not be able to move," she said, "I feel so beautifully limp, that I may not want to move," "Well then why don't we have some wine, and a snack," the Countess said, "and maybe we could consider this for me later if you're up to it of course. Watching such heat of passion, and now the thought of being watched is really making me hot." as I slowly climbed off her, sat on the edge of that device by her waist, and slowly reached around releasing the bindings.

She still looked as though she was in another world, "that was more than I ever imagined could be possible," she said, "I'm still trembling and can feel hot flashes running through me at the thought," sitting up now, petting my thigh lightly with a quivering hand, still needing that touch as she was coming down from her eruptions. Sitting there at the table sipping on our wine, after helping her down to her still wobbly legs, not bothering to get dressed, I thought, "this has turned out to be a very interesting afternoon,", listening to the two of them now openly comparing notes.

By their chuckles and giggling, I knew that the real games had just begun. It was not as I thought for some time, that perhaps they were "servicing" each other, which I now realized was not the case at all, but they had fantasized many times watching, being the observer of each other being properly serviced, and this device was the answer to their fantasies. It was all beginning to make sense to me. It would be quite difficult and embarrassing to allow yourself to be at center stage, naked and vulnerable to the world, in heated uninhibited sex, BUT restrained as by the device, one would not feel self-degrading, rather aroused even more under the pretext that "I am bound, have no choice but to let myself be ravaged, participate with greater pleasure, enjoy and be watched," even though willingly submitted to be bound to this device.

The elegance of the device is was what made it so alluring to these ladies and made them so eager and willing for as much as it had to offer. I must admit, listening to their lighthearted chattering of the sequence from the time Lena carried the first tray down, I realized this was now becoming a carefree, healthy, playful shared game, and not a competition for achievement. This was a pleasant game to be played, and talked about over wine and snacks before the next thirst for more. The Countess now curiously questioning Lena, to which she eagerly replied in the greatest detail of what she could remember, and not without purpose by either. They were arousing themselves with this for the next game, which I could see in their eyes was fermenting in the juiciest detail in their minds and bodies. The heat around this table was rising, and it was NOT the result of my brandy. I excused myself since I did have to get up early and make a quick trip to the mine in the morning, and left the two of them there jabbering about the wonders of the device. Up early the next morning as I had planned, my coffee there waiting for my awakening eyes as every day before. Lena Standing there, staring at me as I got out of bed, handed me my cup of coffee as my feet hit the floor. "Thank you," I said, "but I could have gotten it," "Well," she said, " I had instructions from Madam that you be awake when I give you this," and handed me a small, formal, sealed little envelope. "She asked for your reply to this before you leave for the mine, please," I quickly opened it, It was a formal invitation for dinner in the den at 19:30 hrs, with an RSVP, etc. etc. etc.

"Tell the Countess I will be there on time," This is going to be interesting, I thought. Now she's sending me a formal invitation to dinner in that den of iniquity. That drive to and from the mine gave me plenty of time to rehearse in mind and plan my siege upon her desire on that device. As soon as I got back to the hotel, I summoned Rolf to my room with a few requests. Items that I would not want to waste time gathering later and asked him to take them to the den. It was exactly seven-thirty when I entered the den, just as she had requested. No oil lamps this time, just candles lit everywhere. The flickering warm light of the candles in the room added even more to the decadent ambiance, with a slight aroma of ginger I sensed. The Countess got up from her chair at the table and came to greet me. Yes, she was very formal in all of this.

Lena sitting there also, with a glass of wine. It seems as though they've been there a while, chattering about what might be tonight. A very well set table, mostly what I call finger foods. Small plates of various hors d'oeuvres, both hot and cold, impaled with toothpicks for ease. "Good evening, "she said, "glad you could make it," such a cordial smile, as she escorted me towards the table, unbuttoning my shirt, quickly removing it, my shoes, sock, then my pants, shorts, and quickly helped me on with a kimono. "could make it?" I thought, "wouldn't have missed it, but then again, did I really have a choice?" had I not shown up, I would have been a prime target for a ladies' lynch mob, for certain.

"Please," she said, "have a seat," after I had my robe on, They were both well dressed for am evening of pleasure, as we all knew it would hopefully turn out. Very simple, extremely elegant floor-length sheer open front gowns, and nothing more. With their plans unfolding, the device, the mood, and I to put is all together; their arousal had begun, their pert nipples eagerly poking out their flimsy gowns. "Would you prefer wine or brandy," she asked "Brandy please," I said, thinking I may need to get my blood rushing a bit, "Rolf brought all that you asked for, it's over there, and no we have not looked at it as you asked," Lena said, After eating, a few glasses wine, me a brandy or two, and talking about the atmosphere of the room, erotic decor, and devices, I could feel they were both getting very well aroused, and me right along with them. I could see the Countess was getting a little jittery, a bit of uncertainty I supposed, knowing she would the object of attention. "Would you care to join me?"

I asked, offering her my hand as I slowly stood up. "Yes, thank you," she said, feeling a slight tremble in her hand, holding it very lightly, and escorted her towards the device. "Ohhh myyy," she said in a soft quivering voice, "my knees are trembling," as I slowly undid her gown, slid it down over her shoulders from behind her that she could see Lena closely watching, staring at her naked body. "She has got beautiful breasts," said Lena, "doesn't she, and her nipples are so pert," which is part of what I had instructed her about early this morning. That she continually makes the Countess aware that she is also being watched by other than me, as I turned her around and gently bent her over the device, which she did not resist. I must admit she was going along with my guidance without resistance, yet trembling hesitance. "Spread your legs, " I said softly, caressing slowly along her thighs, her ass, passing my hand over her pussy from behind, standing well to the side that Lena could see all. "Yes, and she has such a nice, soft round enticing ass," I said, "doesn't she?" feeling her twitch as I again ran my fingers between her thighs, and heard my words, letting her know, she was on display.

Just hearing Lena's comment about her breasts, I could feel a hot flash rushing through her body, as I turned her around and helped her up on the device, her face flushed, hesitant breathing, glistening moisture now dripping from her pussy. "Are you comfortable now?" I asked as she laid back, slowly spreading her arms and legs for me as I begin to bind her to the device, a slow sliding pass with my hand along her arm. "Slide down just a little," wanting the cheeks of her ass to slightly hanging over the crotch. "Would you come here a minute please," I asked Lena, "take this cucumber and oil it nicely, would you please and then go sit down again," which she did, "What are you planning?" the Countess asked, a little concerned that Lena now sat there with a well-oiled cucumber, looking over at her with that shiny well-oiled object in her hand. "Well, you'll just have to wait and see," I said, "if I tell you all now, you won't have any pleasant surprises, will you?" I poured the warm oil into a bowl and began slowly coating her entire body with the oil, slowly, carefully massaging, fondling, teasing her breasts, across her belly, her thighs, occasional light passes over her pussy. "Ohhhhh that feels wonderful, so soothing, " she said as I stood between her thighs now, looking up at herself in the mirror above her as I uncovered the tray which Rolf had brought down for me. "Ohhhhh myyyy Ghhhodddd," she whined, "what is all that?"

"Those, . . ." I said, "well . . . they are few objects I have chosen to pleasure you with tonight," On that tray, I had half of all that was possible in any vegetable market, very neatly, and easy to see, laid out. "OOohhhh noooooo, y-y-y-yoouuu can't do this," she whimpered, now very nervous, that I'm sure Lena could hear her heart pounding across the room, as I took each object carefully in hand, dipped my hand in the oil, carefully, slowly oiled each piece that she could see. Reaching across her thigh to the table, I could feel tremors, muscles flexing as I grabbed the celery bunch, perhaps as big around as my wrist, and slowly oiled that.

"Wha-what, are you going to do with that?" she squealed, now wrenching her head, forgetting all about the mirror above her, trying to see down to where I stood. "I'm going to give you pleasure, such as you have never known," I said, slowly oiling the celery, "Ooohhh mmyyy Ghhhodddd," she said, now very nervous, "aye-aye, oohh noo," as I laid it carefully on her belly, then took the smoothest carrot I could see, oiled it, and very, very slowly slid it into her butt, fondling her clitty as it slowly entered her, out a bit and back in again that she feel its slow taper enter. "Auughh, auughh, aughh, aahhhhhhhh, oohhh thhaas nniice," she moaned deeply, my thumb pressing harder on her clitty, and reaching for the celery.

"Ohhnnoo,oohhnnoooonoo, nnooghhh, noghhh," in a quivering, whining vibrato, her head reeling back, anticipating this massive stalks of celery being slid into her pussy, rubbing it slowly between her puffy, pussy lips, as I took a nice, well oiled cucumber, much smaller of course and slid it in her pussy, as her thighs trembled, belly muscles flexing quivering at what she knew was massive.

Of course, I had no intention with the celery, but I knew, in her bound state, no hope of avoiding what she thought I was about to do would give her a rush beyond any rush she had ever known. Sliding the cucumber in her, slowly, then out again, gently rolling it in her pussy, she was going wild, looking at herself in the mirror, closing her eyes, and again to the mirror, imagining a mass working in her pussy, yet feeling such pleasure, an occasional roll of her head towards Lena and her stare, "aaughhh, ooohhhh, ayyyyiiii, aachhh, accchhhh, auughhhh, d-d-d-ooooo itt l-l-like thhaattmm, uuummmm, auughcch," over and over as I eagerly worked her with the cucumber and carrot, nibbling her thighs, towards her clitty, raking my tongue rapidly over it. I could hear Lena moaning as she's sitting there, robe open, legs spread wide sliding her cucumber rapidly in and out of her pussy, fingering her clitty with her other hand, as if violently trembling, softly moaning, staring, scanning, all she could of us on the device.

The sounds of both of them moaning, feeling the Countess wrenching to my careful aggression, was making it hard for me to focus on the task at hand. I had an erection that was throbbing almost to pain. My attentive concert between the Countess' thighs with carrot, cucumber, lips, tongue, fingers, her moans, squirming, wrenching, jerking spasms, Lena's moans to the side, I could sense hearing each other's moans of pleasure was driving them both to heights they had never known, and I was not far behind, as I felt my cock releasing dribbles of prelude juices to their harmony. "aaaauurrrchhh, jha-jha-jha, y-y-ya-ya-yesyesyes, l-l-like th-thaaaatt, ppffaa, ppfaa, h-h-har-hardder," she squealed over and over, to my deliberate slovenly louder and louder sucking efforts on her clitty, lustily vibrating both carrot and cucumber as I played them in and out of her. All her vocals, wrenching, panting, echoed by Lena with that cucumber now thrashing in her pussy that I could hear her hand slapping the wet flesh each time she rammed it in.

Then one sudden, tremoring thrust of her hips against the bindings, a gush of juices spurting from within her around the cucumber to my hand, "aaaaaggghhhcccchhhhhhhhhhh,," quivering breaths, "ppfff pfff pfff," went limp and only slight trembling breaths, silence, the Countess and Lena, "no-no-no-d-d-d-don't," as I passed my tongue over her protruding clit. I knew I had driven every nerve to its most sensitive, softly caressing her glowing hot thighs, damp from her juices, from the sweat of the energy she had just released. "Ohhhh mmyyy Gggoddd," she whispered, "wwhhhat was that?" "That was the first of what is yet to come," I said, "Ohhhh noooo," she moaned, "I think I'm done," "Well I'm not," I said, "because you're not leaving me with this aching erection, about to explode, standing between her thighs, slowly rubbing my cock to her drenched steamy pussy, massaging her belly, to her breasts, teasing her nipples gently.

The touch of her soft, hot wet pussy to my cock was more than I could endure, I had to slide it in her, my throbbing cock enshrouded in her hot, wet inner flesh, I was beyond control of thought for only her pleasure. With slow, steady strokes into her depths and slower yet withdrawals to her uncontrolled desire to suck my cock back in, such a warm, pleasant flash running through my body. Caressing her from thighs to hips, to fleshy ass spread beneath her weight, along her waist, kneading her soft breasts and back again, a slow flowing rhythm, my thrusting hips, counter to the steady play on her flesh with eager hands. Lena in somewhat of a trance, staring, the cucumber in an out of her flared pussy lips, in sync to the trusts of my hips as her hands in rhythm to mine.

The Countess, I could see in her face, gently reeling head, eyes open, rolled back in her head, then softly closed to my slow glide in again, sucking on her lips with passing glances to Lena's sporadic trembling, spreading, jerky closing, spreading thighs around the rapidly impaling shiny green object of her pleasure. To see these two in gradual rise again to arousal, biting, sucking, licking on their lips as they rolled their heads in pleasure, I could almost feel their hot lips sucking greedily on my cock as they had, more than once. The thoughts now more of wanting the Countess' drooling hot mouth again delving on my pulsing cock, yet here in her hot eager depths, was hard to think to withdraw from such a delight.

A body, mind decision I could not easily make, the pleased, aroused faces of them both, her clitty staring at me as I watched my shimmering cock, with all her flowing nectars, slide in and out, how could I resign here for even a second, for possibly greater pleasure not now felt. To see her wide spread legs, her outstretched helpless arms, her soft rolling breasts, the cascading waves of wrenching flesh roll across her belly, in sync to each thrust in her, it was the urge to feel this heat to all my body, withdrew my cream coated cock from within her fire, and quickly spread myself on her warm, moist body, to feel her soft breasts to my hard aching cock, and lips again so firmly sucking, licking all around her clit, her heat from where I just withdrew.

One arm wrapped tight around her trembling thigh, reached for the carrot, for the cucumber, I was going to give her all, that I may know her all. A soft slow, "aauuggghhhhhhh," she moaned as it parted her glowing pink pussy lips and slid into her depths. 

"Aaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeee, hhfff, hhffff, hfffff," as the taper of the carrot eased into her butt, and not for a moment did I release my sucking firm hold on her clit. This trio so generously playing between her thighs, to feel the quivers on her hot, sweaty belly to my chest, those trembling spasms of flesh in her thighs to my cheeks aching rigid cock pressed, rolling, grinding to her breasts, both so close to total eruption. And then, I felt a hand slide over the cheeks of my squirming, digging between our tightly pressed bodies. A quick, perhaps she had worked her arm free.

Lena, standing beside us, one leg raised to the device, her oily green toy, furiously pounding into her pussy, groping for my cock. "She could no longer be without touching some hot flesh beside her own," I thought. She groped and worked, to coax me to raise my ass that she could get her hot hand around my cock. That pushed me to the edge, to feel her hot hand furiously running along its hard length, grinding its soft head to the breasts of the Countess, her moans, the Countess begging in quivering, choking, vibrato, pleading words to Lena to put my cock to her lips, her clit throbbing between my sucking lips, convulsive thrusts as much as she could with each more vigorous probe of these objects in my hand deeper harder in her, that when she came with such a spewing explosion, I came with a force I had never know, and no idea where my juices went, but could feel Lena's hand still eagerly groping, squeezing, fumbling with trembling hand, out of control, "aaaauuurrrrrrrrchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I heard her gurgling, choking voice, crushing her hand around my slippery, wet cock as she came, then leaned across my back, as I heard the cucumber splat to the floor.

I was definitely finished in more ways that one, as I laid there, my head hanging between the Countess' still trembling sweltering thighs, and Lena's head resting on my back, her trembling hands aimlessly wandering over my back, surrounded by the aromas of the heavy sweet musky scents of hot sex. I can't say how long we laid there like that, but I knew I would not be the first to move. With the warmth of soft, moist flesh above and beneath me, the feel of the Countess' soft warm thighs to my cheeks, caressing her thighs as I lay there, I was in no hurry to relinquish this cozy, sensual, fully pleased position. "Will you let me loose now?" the Countess mumbled, "you're crushing me," Slowly Lena peeled herself off my, stumbled back to her seat at the table, I slide myself hesitantly from my comfortable, cozy recline, unbound the Countess and helped to the floor. "I feel like bolts of lightning have been racing through my body," she said as she also slowly stumbled back to the table, sat down, and I followed, back to my seat, a nice healthy sip of my brandy.

Not anyone was taking the time, nor reason to get clothed. "You were so responsive to my needs," said the Countess," "going with the flow of my body, my pace, increasing the intensity of motion, emotion, even your mild kinkiness as the energy within me built to reach such powerful orgasms," "That bunch of celery rocked you," I said, "I could feel your sudden tremors rolling along the inner flesh of your thighs like colliding waves as I rubbed it to you pussy." "I could feel me, without control opening wider, that I might know the pleasure of such a massive thing, and not pain," she said, "and then as I felt it driving in me, it was such a wonderful pleasure, like a hot flame rushing through me," "I could just imagine the force of it spreading my pussy as it forged its way in," said Lena, who also did not see me drop the celery, for the cucumber " the thought was, was driving me wild," she stammered, "Well now I must admit," I said, "it was a well oiled modest-sized cucumber which I teasingly worked into your pussy. I let the celery drop to the floor. I had no intention of laying you open with that," chuckling as both their faces flushed red, quite discomposed.

The Countess of course, because she had believed her modest aperture had just been invaded by a massive bunch of celery, and she liked it. Lena, working herself at the time with her cucumber, wishing it was she who was being impaled by this enormous object. "I must tell you then, it worked it's magic," said the Countess, "when I sensed that thing, beginning it's an effort to enter me, I felt myself trying to prevent it. But as you slowly drove it in, I had a rush as warm fire race like lightning to my face, a dreamy, lightheaded faint feeling, and then that whatever you plunged in my butt, the same yet even more intense feeling.

I could feel every nerve in my body glowing, tingling, on fire. Wow, it feels like it just happened." taking a good long sip of her wine, "To feel your thighs jerking and quivering to my sucking on your clit was making it very hard for me to keep my attention on you," I said, "and hearing Lena's moaning, viciously ramming that cucumber in her noisy, wet pussy was almost in harmony with your whimpering sighs and moans," "She was jerking, jostling, as if she were being electrocuted," said Lena, "and then I see you erection from under that device, I imagined it in me. That's what got to me." What finally sent me into orbit," said the Countess, "was not being able to do anything except take it all, and seeing Lena's face cringing, biting her lips as she came, while thrashing your hard cock, feeling your hot juices shooting around her hand to my breasts. Phhheewwww, that was too much. I thought I was going to die, I came so hard, trying even harder to squash my tits to your wet cock." "Well, next time for me on that delicious apparatus," said Lena, face now again glowing, "you can shove anything you want in me. Just the thought now is giving me a rush again," "NEXT TIME."

I thought, "I'm barely recovering from this, and she's talking about next. " "Ohh Yeah," said the Countess, "whatever that was, your were ramming, wiggling in my butt, that was sending tingling shivers up my back." "That was this little jewel, " I said, "picking up a similar carrot from the table," "I forgot all bout that," said Lena, "I was too busy, " "It was just so intense," said the Countess, "plunging that in my butt, while you were sucking on my clit, makes he quiver thinking of it again. You do have a magic tongue; I could have laid there all night and let you do whatever you were doing there to my clit," "Well, " I said, "you have a very, very sensitive spot right beneath you clitty when it's exposed, and I was flicking my tongue hard to that little spot. I felt a hot, tremor in your thigh, increasing with every flick of the tongue, getting more intense the longer I did it.

"Yummy, You two are driving me crazy again," said Lena, "talking about sucking on her clitty. What about mine? It's aching again with this talk," "Is your clitty needing attention again?" I said, getting more indulgent by the second brandy, "we can take care of that right now if you want," "What are you thinking?" she said in an eager, curious voice, "Well, if you're that worked up," I said, "then come sit your butt here on the table, spread your legs and let me see what I can do," "Are you serious?" asked Lena, now very eager but uncertain if I was teasing her or not, "Oh go ahead," said the Countess almost immediately, feeling her wine a little, then realizing what she said, with a flush, yet too late to retract her remark, and perhaps not wanting to, "I want to see how you played on my clitty," "Are you serious?" asked Lena again, a slightly flushed tremble, imagining I suppose, the thought of sitting on this table spreading her legs to me with the Countess so close, and asking to watch.

"If you're eager enough to come around here and spread your tasty thighs," I said, "I'm eager enough to take pleasure in giving you pleasure," "Ohh go on, Lena," said the Countess, "you know you want to," "Alright, I will," she said coming around to my side of the table sheepishly, but I could tell now, very aroused at the thought, "Here, sit right here, and put you feet on the arms of my chair," I said as I cleared a few things back farther, and helped bring her leg around me, leaning back on her hands on the table, back to the Countess, "Ohhh Ghhoddd," she said, "this is crazy, but it's really driving me wild," legs trembling out of control anticipating, feeling my hands fondling spreading her thighs wider, as I reached for that carrot laying beside her, "Th-th-thaatt tooo," she asked "Well of course," I said, "you want it all, don't you?" as the Countess refilled her glass and slid her chair around for a better view, "auuuuccchhhhff-ff-ff-ppff-pfff-hha-hhacchhh," she whimpered as I nibbled along her thighs, teased her with the carrot around her butt, slid it in ever so slow, deliberate, together with my finger deep in her pussy, and one very firm sucking grip with my lips on her clitty, feeling her whole body shudder, in one synchronized invasion, to her thundering heart beat, that I could hear the gasping breath of the Countess, feeling it all again.

Probing, groping in her now very fluent pussy, slow turns, rousing her more with that carrot in and out of her butt, and then the thought came to me, "Get behind her and play with her titties and nipples," I told the Countess, "WHAT?" she blurted, "I'm not like that," and a "WHAT?" from Lena the same moment, "I know that, " I said, still continuing my playing in Lena's butt and pussy, "but it will really send her sailing, and I only have two hands. Come on just do it, pretend you're fondling your own breasts," I said softly but in haste, "Oh what the heck," she said, slowly moving around behind Lena, "it's like giving a massage, I suppose," slid her hands cautiously under Lena's arms and around to her breasts, barely touching at first, and then I guess just made up her mind to do it, began eagerly kneading the soft, tender flesh, rolling her nipples between her fingers, kneading, rubbing, in a continuous motion, now in rhythm to my efforts between Lena's completely spastic, quaking thighs.

Steamy, musky scented hot flashes darting through her whole body. "uuuuff-ufffff-aauuuhhhcchh-ufff-aauchh-auuchh-m-m-myy Ggggchodd," she whimpered with such guttural, choking, quick, shallow breaths as if unable to breath, as she flung her legs around my back, squeezing her thighs to my neck, pulling me tighter and tighter into her as she came, with one sudden, lingering, contracted, convulsing orgasm, spewing her hot nectars to my neck in one flooding gush, then one squealing, "yyeeoowwww, whhaatt, uufffff, she bit me," Still gently fondling between her thighs as I slid the carrot slowly out of her, my finger playing in her wet heat. "What was all that?" I sort of mumbled, between delicately teasing her thighs with slow licking kisses, "She bit me on my shoulder, " said Lena, with the Countess' hands still eagerly fondling Lena's breasts, "I couldn't help it," said the Countess, "all this was getting me hot again.

I got carried away watching you doing her like that, feeling her squirm to my hands, and then," "And then what?" I asked, "Well," said the Countess, shyly blushing "I started pressing my clitty to the table, could feel her firm nipples in my fingers, and wanted to feel that on mine, but couldn't get my hands free from her holding on to them, squeezing my hands to her breasts." "And?" I said, chuckling, but curious what happened up there, so to speak while I was busy down here, "And, " she sheepishly said, "I started rubbing my nipples along her back, grinding my clitty harder to the table, and I suddenly came when she did, and it just happened I guess, without realizing," "Are you feeling better now?" I asked Lena "Ohhh wwoow," she said, "that was the very best yet, even getting bit on my neck, let me sit back in my chair and enjoy the relaxed feeling," The Countess still a bit flushed from her loss of control, sat back in her chair, lit a cigarette, sipped on her wine, and just stared at me with a subtle pleased smile.

I just sat there now, sipping my brandy, puffing on my cigarette, and trying to decide how best to ease the aching between my thighs without again starting this cycle. "I must admit," said Lena, "I didn't feel at all as though she was invading my body. It just felt wonderful so many hands on me, my head was swimming with pleasure, like I was floating, weightless," "Well, that's how I felt, " said the Countess, "wanting to squeeze and fondle my breasts, wanting him to bite my neck as I was pressing my clit so hard to the edge of the table, imagining him sucking on it as he was you. He makes such delicious sounds as if devouring you. It was driving me insane." "Oh, my," I thought, "they are replaying every feel, every sound, every moan they heard, is bringing my limp cock back to life, and aching for attention," "What's the possibility of you doing something for this now," I said, as I turned to Lena with a nice proud erection displayed, "Ohh my, " she said with a smile, "what brought that on?" "You ladies rehashing in such vivid detail," I said "Well, let me see what I can do," as she leaned forward and began fondling my cock lightly, "I know what," she said with a mischievous grin, "you come sit here on the table and spread your legs before me, "Now that's an interesting turn," I thought, as I sat without delay on the table before her, legs spread resting my feet on either side of her ass on her chair.

She wasted no time wrapping her hot little hands around my cock, taking all to her lips and sucking one slow, slobbering pass to the base and back up, which instantly sent waves, like bolts of lightning through my body as I leaned back on the table to brace myself to her eager, hot assault.

My throbbing cock to her lips, sucking on it with such gusto, I could feel she was equally arousing herself, as she slid her fingers between her thighs, groping deep in her pussy in tune to her ardent devouring of my cock. I was just enjoying the hot, wet attention around my pulsing cock, when I felt the Countess' hands to my shoulders, pulling back, to lay back on the table, which was much too short for the length of my body, which she must have quickly realized as I sat on it. My shoulders and head hanging over the edge of the table, she leaned down and teased her breasts to my lips, rubbing slowly one, then the other, holding and guiding them with her hands, that I suck on her nipples as if to feed her flesh to me. "Ohhhh that feelllss so goooddd," she moaned, Lena more aggressively sucking, slurping on my cock, as if to suck the very life from it, her tongue flicking along its length with each pass, bobbing up and down on it.

"This is wild," I thought, "all I wanted was some relief to my aching cock, and now I have the Countess straddling my face, grinding, rubbing her hot dripping pussy over my face, pressing her thighs tighter to my cheeks, that I heard nothing but her heart racing as I sucked on her clitty, delving my tongue in her steamy pussy. And then I lost it all, to Lena's hot, sloppy sucking mouth, shaking, quivering as I came without warning, that I know I must have sucked the Countess' pussy inside out, as she jerked, and squirmed violently, "aauuuuugghhhhhhh,yyyaa-ayyaaa," deep guttural moans, her hands around my neck pulling my chin hard to get her clitty harder to it as she came with such convulsions, I thought she would throttle me between her hot clamped thighs, then bending over me, reaching to also get a hand on my cock, that the whole table shook as I came.

That last hard sucking of Lena completely collapsed my body to the table. I just lay there limp, hands reaching behind me to hold the Countess' ass, not to fondle as much as help to hold my shoulders up as she still kept slowly rubbing, brushing her hot drenched pussy over my lips, quivering each time I touched her cit. "Ohhhhh myyyy," I heard the Countess say, "whatever it is you do with your lips and tongue to my pussy just drives me completely wild," as she slowly, slid herself off my face, leaving a trail of her juices in its course to my forehead. Lena leaning back in her chair, still holding my soggy, limp cock, looking well pleased with herself as I fought to sit up again, completely drained of any energy or ambition. "Are you feeling better now?" grinned Lena "Ohhhcch," I said weakly, "pour me a brandy please, I think I have just been crushed," as I limped my way back to my chair, took a good strong sip of the brandy, and shook my head in disbelief of these two, so reserved? Ladies, "I'll never make the next week here," I thought, almost somewhat welcoming the job at the mine to finish, that I get somewhere to heal my battered body.

Yet, as I looked at them, sitting at this table, again jabbering, giggling of what we had just achieved, again, I was getting very fondly attached to them both. I suppose as much, for the genuine pleasure they were getting from our decadent games without any malicious competition between each other, and afterward, giggle of it all. "Wonderful," said the Countess, leaning back in her chair, "simply wonderful," "What," asked Lena, "How or what he does with his tongue to my pussy," she says, "when I come, I can feel my head and toes tingle, then like two waves rolling through my body, racing towards each other and then crashing together. Wow, I can still feel it. To me it feels like I've been hit by lightening or stuck my finger in an electrical socket, and then I just go limp, sort of relax, the tension flowing out of my body, is such a wonderful relief." said Lena "Well I've just had any and all tension sucked out of me," I thought, listening to them getting into their jabbering again, The multitude of candles they had placed around the room finally began flickering, extinguishing, the light fading to a warm weak glow, and us, well also fading to a warm weak glow.

The wine, the brandy, and of course the body language. Gradually wrapped ourselves in whatever clothing we could find in the dim light scattered around the room, leaving the room well terrorized by our decadence, permeated with a heavy odor lust, and slowly made our way in the direction to our rooms. The closer we go to our rooms, the closer Lena clung to me, till she was with both hands holding lightly to my arm. "You don't mind," she said, almost whispering, "do you?" "Of course not," I said, not having a clue what she was talking about. But then a gentleman, to a comment like that, with the lady clinging to his arm, could answer no other way and hope he could soon determine what she meant. "I just don't want to sleep alone tonight," she said, almost pleading, "I'm so relaxed, and just really need to snuggle," "That's good news," I thought, "she used that word SLEEP." No sooner in the room, clothes ripped off, to the shower, her right in there with me, soaping her, she soaping me.

As arousing it was, we did not waste much time getting rinsed, dried off, and it was a race to see who got in the cozy bed first. She quickly wrapped herself around me and, within seconds, was sound asleep. I was just dozing off when, and it sounded like I was being attacked by a grizzly bear. Startled from the beginning of a nice deep sleep, heart racing, eyes staring in the dark, ears tuned, searching for this monster. And then again, right behind me, snuggling, sleeping comfortably, Lena. In my life, I have never heard any woman snore that strong, that loud, to rattle the window panes. Daylight peeking from behind the drapes when I finally fell asleep. "Good morning," she said, with a warm wet kiss to my lips, and a smile, "I have some nice hot coffee here ready for you," "Good Morning?" I thought, "I just fell asleep, you snoring little witch," "Yes, good morning," I said, trying to pry my eyes open enough to see where I am, "That was the most wonderful sleep I have had in years," she said, cheery and bouncing around the room, "did you sleep well?" "Slept great," I said, certainly wouldn't burst her bubble by telling her she snores like nothing I have ever heard, and kept me awake till dawn.

Coffee, waking up, listening to her jabber about how great she felt after last night's diversion, and I was on my way to the mine. Make my usual rounds, a few discussions, and some badly needed sleep in my truck for a few hours before going back to the hotel. It was late evening, by the time I got back to the hotel, feeling a bit rested from sleeping in the truck a few hours. As soon as I entered the foyer, Rolf met me, taking my case from my hand. "Madam asked that you come straight to her room, sir," he said "Well, Rolf I need to go take a shower first," I said "No sir, she gave explicit instructions that go directly to her room. I'll take your bag to your room for you. Please." he said, "Whatever it is, it must be important. Alright," I said as I headed up the stairs to her room. My hand barely touched the door to knock when she opened it. Again in that black sheer floor-length gown, a warm, welcoming smile, taking me by the arm and guiding me to her salon. "We'll have dinner here tonight," she said, unbuttoning my shirt, still guiding me, through the salon, to her bath. "A nice hot bath, and you'll feel much better." tearing the rest of my clothes off when Lena came in, handing me a brandy as I sat myself down in that nice hot water.

"This looks extremely deliciously dangerous," I thought, "but too inviting to resist," "We heard," said the Countess sitting on the edge of the bath, Lena taking soap, cloth and washing my back, shoulders, chest, and me, trying to take a sip of my brandy and take it all in. "You heard what?" I asked, "That you are leaving in the morning," she said, "That's interesting," I said, "that's the first I've heard that. Where did you hear that? "A phone call from your company today while you were at the mine," she said, "that you be back there latest tomorrow afternoon, and that I pass the message to you, which is what we are doing," with a soft sly smile, "And what is all this," I asked, "the last tango?" Lena coaxing me to stand, washing my belly, my thighs, lingering, fondling washing my cock, and then a careful rinse. "Shall we say, our way of saying we were glad for your stay with us," said the Countess, making a twirl with the tip of her finger on the head of my not so limber cock, as she got up, reached for that kimono again and handed it to me. What caught my attention was they were both wearing exactly the same.

Very meager sheer black lace panties, and extremely transparent black floor-length gowns, open, that it floated behind them as they walked. Dinner, I must admit, was excellent, from starters to main, to finally a tray of various rich looking desserts. As Lena brought the tray in and set it on the cart, I had an idea what was coming, no individual dishes, only two serving spoons, seeing both their faces slightly flush, their nipples protruding from the gowns as if trying to escape. "This is going to be very interesting," I thought, taking a nice long sip of my brandy, "This cream custard is really delicious," said Lena, in an offering tone, "I trust your taste," I said, "I'll try a little of that," With that, the Countess stood slowly, slid a few things aside on the table, dropped her gown down over shoulders and let it slide slowly to the floor, gingerly sat herself on the table, swung herself around, spreading her legs on either side of me and slowly laid back on the table. Lena very carefully placed the tiniest portions on this custard in three little spots on the Countess' lace panties. "This is genuinely a decadent dessert."

I thought, seeing that custard neatly resting on her very swollen pussy lips aching to jump out at me as I leaned over to taste this dessert. I knew the etiquette of this without having to be prompted. Slow, lingering nibbles, savoring the sweet dessert mingling with the heat and soft ginger scents of her arousal as I slowly devoured it, making certain she felt the warmth of my breath, pressure of my lips. "Does that appeal to you?" asked the Countess, breathing slightly deeper, as the heat rose from her thighs. "Excellent," I said, "a wonderful balance of tastes, aromas, and a perfect presentation. My compliments to the chef." as I continued licking off the remains from her panties where her pussy was throbbing, trying to breakthrough. Quite arousing, I must admit, watching her mons veneris rise with arousal as I finished. "Would you like some more of the same, or would you like to try this Bavarian Cream?" asked Lena, standing there ready to serve, "Let me try some of that Bavarian Cream," I said, "that looks good," Well with that, the Countess slowly sat up, swung her leg over me, and off the table. With that sly motion, went to the cart as Lena now repeated exactly as the Countess earlier.

Sat gingerly on the table, swung her legs to either side of me and laid herself back on the table slowly, spreading her legs wide. The Countess carefully placed three small portions in a triangle on Lena's panties over her pussy. "I'm beginning to get the idea here," I thought, "different dessert, different presentation. Very creative. Had I asked for a second portion I believe the Countess would have remained,"

As with the Countess, I leisurely savored, again making certain to take as much of her protruding moist pussy lips with the dessert. "What a delicious way to eat dessert," I thought, feeling her steamy heat to my lips, a slight tremor in her warm moist thighs, "Perhaps you'd like to try these sweet creamed strawberries?" asked the Countess, I was now understanding this dessert ritual very well, and this was no time to refuse any dessert they offered, "Yes I would," I said, as she slithered out of her dessert spotted panties, laid them on the table beside me, as Lena rolled herself off the table and the Countess again laid herself, spread legged in front to me. "If I'm going to survive this," I thought, "I better escalate the momentum and more diligently delve into these desserts," I could sense their arousals accelerating with each switch from serving to serving. "Just a small dab right here, please," I told Lena as she came with a trembling spoon of the creamed strawberry dessert, grabbed her hand, touched the cool spoon to the Countess' clitty and slid off a small morsel to the tip of her clit with me finger.

A flinching quiver shook through her as I spread it around her clit, still holding Lena's spoon hand, persistently sucked it along with her clit to my mouth, took another dab from the spoon and repeated. Lena's wrist is getting hotter, and trembling more with each morsel I took from the spoon as she stared with anticipation. Dab after little dab, sucking it firmly, slowly from her clit, fingers digging deeper in her oozing pussy with each pass relentlessly.

The one sudden shudder through her body, thighs flailing wildly, arching her back, thrusting herself at me as she came, "Gg-g-gh-gh-o-dddd d-d-do-donnt sht-shto-o-oppp nnnnnowww," she moaned , crunching the tablecloth in her hands, reaching for the edges of the table to hold on as she kept throwing her hips up to my sucking on her clit. Lena standing there, frozen in her position, spoon in trembling hand, barely breathing as if coming to orgasm with the Countess, anxiously waiting for that final jerky, quivering moment of releasing flood. And a flood it was, oozing to the table down the cheeks of her twitching ass. Lena still standing there for a moment, silent as she watched the Countess recovering, swaying her head slowly from side to side, then, "This mousse is also well worth trying," said Lena, showing me the bowl, spoon in hand, as I still had my hands around the hot quivering thighs of the Countess.

This was beginning to work on my neck, but now I well understood the etiquette here and gently passed the Countess' leg over my head, to the side. I figured now this was fair play, a new platter was needed for the mousse, and Lena would be that platter. The Countess must be well aware of that, as she rolled herself off the table, Lena put the bowl and spoon on the cart, stripped off her, also dessert stained black lace panties, laid them alongside the Countess' panties on the table and resumed her spread leg position in front of me, making sure I had a clear passage to that quivering between her thighs.

The Countess still a bit shaky did her part, picked up the bowl, spoon, and very graciously, "Just a little to start?" she asked "Yes please," I replied, "right here, if you don't mind," pressing my forefinger firmly to Lena's clit, holding it there as the Countess placed a dab where I pointed, to Lena's flinching quiver as the cool mousse touched her. This was all a bit much in such a short time, and I knew if I were to survive with my display of valiance and gallantry of these past few weeks intact, I had best make a more daring advance, quickly. The dessert cart still had several untouched delights, and a few more Lena, Countess, Lena, Countess, etc.. tasting I would certainly soon malfunction.

This was now a simple matter of survival of the last to come. No sooner had that little plop of mousse hit her clit, drove two-finger between her drooling pussy lips, deep to plant on her g spot and drilled my thumb between the cheeks of her fleshy ass deep into her butt, holding her thigh with a firm grip, knowing what was to come as I sucked her clitty as I had never delved on it before. Prying with firm tongue beneath its crest, along its most sensitive tip, keeping it tightly locked between my lips, probing, digging harder and deeper with fingers in her wet, waiting pussy, between twitching the twitching cheeks of her ass, harder and deeper in her butt, relentlessly to her churning, grinding hips, quaking to my synchronized, orchestrated invasion of every desire, that I satisfy her appetite as she has never known.

The Countess standing there enthralled, grinding the spoon to her clitty, slobbering at the mouth, choking on her breath as she watched, quivering in unison to my assault between Lena's thighs as if I were right there devouring her hot, swollen pussy. With one continual violent tremor through her body, thighs quivering like mounds of rolling jell, her hands grasping, digging furiously at my head, in my hair, pressing my lips tighter to her steamy, musky pussy, "AAUUUCCHHHHH, yeye-ye-yessss, rrriiigghtt tthheeerr, ohohohoh-m-myyyy GGgo-o-o-oddd, j-jjus-jus l-likkee that," moaning, almost screeching, flailing her arms around me head, her thighs like scissors rapidly opening, closing, slapping her hot, sweaty thighs around my head, wrenching my neck to keep that firm grip on her clitty, groping harder in her pussy, "nno-no-no-no-noowwww," with urgent, quivering, choking voice, "fff-ffu-ffuukk now, now, please," her eager, searching, fumbling hands for my cock as I stood quickly and drove it in her, feeling her urgent hunger swallow its length that I came with explosive thrusts in her, uncontrolled, fast, hard pounding my loins to her thighs, to her moans, guttural choking words, table shaking with such force, platters crashing to the floor.

The Countess, leaning on the table, hunched over, shaking as she came moaning in her wrenching, quivering voice in unison to this all. "Ohh my god," moaned Lena softy, "I'm drained." went limp, legs, arms, hanging like rags over the edge of the table. We all just went into a mild limbo for some minutes, as I withdrew my limp, dripping cock from her, still petting, leaning on her thighs, sat back down in my chair, and just stared, blank. It was well after midnight when we finally dragged ourselves back to our rooms.

Lena and the Countess again rehashing these past few hours, walking back. A quick shower, fell to my bed, the next thing, it was morning, and my coffee waiting as I woke. "Good Morning," said Lena, "I hope you slept as well as I did," My coffee, dressed, Rolf again struggling, upon his insistence, with my bags to my truck, a few hugging "Good Bye's" from the Countess, and Lena, and I was off. Back at the office, the usual job post mortem meeting, with all concerned present. "Well, how did it go?" asked my engineering supervisor, as stood, and I opened my briefcase to pass out their copies of the reports. "What was that?" he asked, as the mumbles, and other questions from the rest came, hot and heavy. Right on top of all my reports, as I opened the briefcase, two pairs of dessert stained, flimsy, sheer lace black panties. You guessed it. The ones from our dinner of the night before, still crumpled, spotted, messy, and smelling of everything and more. I offered no response, slid the reports out from under them, closed the briefcase, and continued with the meeting too many red, shocked faces.

Several weeks had passed, I had some time off due, and decided I would go pay the Countess a visit. It was late afternoon when I finally made it back up the mountain, along that road to the hotel, and. I knew the road well, but could not find the hotel. Back to the town, perhaps I missed the turn. "Can you tell me which is the road to the Countess' hotel, please?" I asked that storekeeper again, "What hotel sir?" he asked "The hotel outside of town which is owned by the Countess," I said, a bit pissed off now, thinking he's playing games with me, "Sir," he said, "there are no hotels within a hundred miles of here, and the only that has ever been up that road is an old abandoned gold mine, left by some foreign fellah years ago," "Well, now I had to know what I think happened up there. Drove back up the road I remember, parked my truck where the driveway was, and decided to take a walk to where I remember the grotto was.

I was there, just as I remember it to be. Now I had to know. I took my little penlight, waded through the pool, behind the waterfall, and into the tunnel. This was making me a bit edgy, I must admit, yet everything as I remember it to be, right up to the warm moist air, the steamy underground pool and the Countess' alter stone. Continuing beyond the pool along the tunnel I thought I could smell cooking, and THAT made me very uneasy, since where I parked my truck, there was no hotel, but did eventually come to the wine cellar again, past the table where I had pleasured the Countess weeks before, up the stairs and to the dining room. "Shall I take your bags to your room now," asked Rolf standing there, as if expecting me, "the Countess is hoping you will have dinner with her tonight," "Yes, Rolf," I said, taking a deep breath, lit a cigarette, and thought to myself, "Don't try to figure it out. You never will. Enjoy what you have been granted," fini?