Sex on wheels

The room became steamy to the point where Emily could no longer see her hand in front of her face. The healer had his hands in her hair now and was shampooing her with a rose scented soap that was dripping thick suds down her body. She couldn’t see the suds. She couldn’t see the healer. But she could feel it all. She could feel the soapy suds slip slowly down her body. She could feel the soapy suds slip down her breasts and hang for a second on her soft supple nipples before more suds and water pushed them off of their precarious position. She could feel the healer now. He is naked behind her with his hands still in her hair scrubbing her scalp.

The strength in his hands made Emily go limp. She had never been taken care of like this. He was in complete control. It was as if Emily had no choice but to give over her whole being to the strength in his hands. She leaned back a little against him and could feel his hard, full, penis against her back. Smooth and supple. She could feel his ripe penis head as it slipped along her soapy back. He moaned and she slipped her back along him as she did this he tugged on her hair a little making her close her eyes in ecstasy. This felt so good. She hadn’t taken care of herself lately. She had let herself go. He poured more hot water over her head and then coming in front of her he picked up her leg slathered it in foamy lotion and began to shave first her one leg and then her other. He then spread her legs and slathered foamy lotion all over her bushy pussy and then shaved it quickly and efficiently. He really seemed to be all business except his rock hard beautiful cock all juicy and sensual and so close to her dripping pussy and wet little mouth. She was extremely horny.

She felt her clit, swollen and highly aroused sticking out from between her shaven pussy lips. She looked down and couldn’t help but think that her shaven pussy looked so naked to her. It looked beautiful and vulnerable and open. She looked up to see him looking at her looking at her pussy. He laughed. “Do you like that?” he asked. “Yes” she whispered. He spread her legs further and bent to take her swollen clit into his mouth. “Oh my god” Emily moaned into the echoing bathroom. He licked and sucked and tongued her clit for a few more seconds and then pulled away “do you like that?” he asked again. “Yes…. Oh my god yes” Emily said in a shaky voice. He chuckled and got up “I am not done with you yet” he said as he filled his hands with a peach smelling exfoliate. He stood her up and gave her skin (the largest organ of the body) a good scrubbing. He even got behind her ears! By the time they got out of the shower, toweled off and robed in the softest of cottons, Emily felt like she was glowing from head to toe. The healer took her hand and led her to the living room and in front of the fire where he instructed her to disrobe. She did and so did he.

Naked. She wanted to move to him. He looked her over again and nodded in approval. “Yes, you certainly are beautiful Emily. And it is not just your outer shell. There is much more in there. My erect penis is not just purely in reaction to those supple nipples, or the lovely way your breasts slope or the way your curves flow like sand dunes into your hips or the way your hips kiss the strength of your thighs or the lovely way your feet ground you to the earth or the delicate way your hands taste the air … it is your eyes and the mind behind those eyes that is making me want to cream right here even before the healing begins. I don’t know you Emily. But I can see why it is I am here to do what I need to do. It is women like you that will change the world. I am honored to be in your presence” the healer bowed his head in recognition. Emily smiled. She actually smiled and it came from her heart. Pure. Clean. Real.

He looked at her then “the first part of this healing is going to hurt. It will feel like I am ripping you in half. Whatever wound you have received from this man has been scabbing over. Metaphorically I need to rip that scab off. You will literally feel this process. You have tried to cover your wound but under that cover this wound has festered and had become infected and has gone deep. I can see it on you Emily. It is a slash. It is as if you have been attacked. I can see that your womanhood has been deeply violated and taken advantage of. What sacredness you offered this man as a friend and lover has been tainted. He is poison to the beautiful ecosystem of your body and mind. We must re-open this wound to clean it out”. He then closed his eyes with his hands on his chest.

“Close your eyes Emily and breathe. I need you to visualize your pain. I need you to visualize your confusion. I need you to visualize everything you have given up. I need you to visualize the violence that this man has brought into the world”. Emily closed her eyes and easily remembered. She had actually missed him. She had actually thought about him as she closed her eyes at night. She remembered the way he smelled. She remembered that night that he was cold and she used her body to warm him. She remembered his body relaxing from shivering to sleeping again. She remembered when he came up behind her and kissed her shoulder as she washed her hands and then he grabbed a hand towel for her to dry her hands with out letting his hands go from around her waist. She remembered their conversations. Sometimes she made him laugh. Sometimes it was just them in a crowded room. A tear rolled down her cheek. “I can’t” Emily sobbed. “I can’t do this” Emily pleaded. But the healer didn’t open his eyes or stop his breathing. Emily remembered his cheating fantasies. She remembered no longer feeling special even when she had given up so much to be there for him. She remembered feeling confused. She remembered feeling alone.

She remembered feeling disrespected and lied to. She remembered him trying to cover up his stories and lies and deceit. She remembered being shit on. She remembered the mean things he had said to her as if he never even cared. As if he never even appreciated all that she had given up. The gift of herself just thrown to the ground and trampled on. He had turned from a friend to a monster. He had turned from a lover to a stranger. Tears poured down her face now. Emily felt the weight of the world on her now. She was being crushed. It wasn’t just him anymore. It wasn’t just what he did to her. It was the violence of the world that was crushing her now. It was all the lies. All the deceit. All the death and destruction. It was the human condition. It was all the horrors of the world and it was all pressing on her heart. She carried it all in her heart. She carried the pain of the world in her heart with her wherever she went. It was all coming to the surface now. Emily fell to the ground in a sobbing heap. She couldn’t breathe. She felt blackness pumping in her veins. She felt blackness pouring from her heart. She tasted war and death and extinction and destruction on her tongue. She tasted bombs, starvation, development, poison, fear, loss, emptiness.

She grabbed her head and she screamed and screamed and screamed and then fell back onto the pillows on the floor in front of the fireplace. The room spun round and round and round and then suddenly it all stopped. The world stopped. The room stopped turning. And then she felt it like a cool stream running through her from her third eye chakra to her root chakra. She looked up and the healer was kneeling next to her on the floor with his hands on her forehead. He was smiling at her now. “I told you that would hurt Emily, I tried to warn you” he whispered to her with eyes filled with compassion. “You did wonderfully”. He told her to close her eyes for a while now and to just soak up the feeling of the stream running its cleansing course through her body. She did just that.

When she opened her eyes she was laying flat on her back in front of the fire. She felt like a child. She felt new. She stretched and moaned as she arched her back. Then she felt him. His presence. He was at her feet. She looked at him and could see again that his penis was swollen and hard. His eyes were half closed with passion. Without a word he put his warm hands on her legs and began to move his hands up and down her legs from her feet to where her thighs meet her pussy. “You are still very much ripe for the healing” he said as his fingers rubbed lightly over her clit that was still protruding from between her shaved pussy lips. He spread her legs then and looked her pussy over. Like a doctor he inspected her. He pulled her pussy lips apart and then fingered around her vagina. The pads of his fingertips pressed lightly all over her vagina. He pushed her legs over her head and spread her hole open looking inside of its moistness. He stuck a thick finger inside and felt around inside. Emily couldn’t help but feel aroused at this.

He was touching right on her G-spot. He was flicking it. She could feel his fingertips pushing along it. “Oh my god … I think I am going to cumm” she thought to herself. He kept on rubbing on her g-spot and as Emily’s legs began to shake he licked another finger tip and touched it to her swollen clit. Emily tried to not cumm. He was inspecting her. He was looking her over. Emily didn’t think he wanted her to cumm but my god it felt so good she couldn’t control it anymore. Suddenly her pussy began to convulse and her clit squirted juice and she toppled over into an orgasm that took her on a journey into pleasure. “Good. That was a beautiful beginning Emily. There is more of that to come”. He took out his fingers and asked her to close her eyes. She did. She could feel him shifting and then she felt his wet fingertips on her lips. He was rubbing her pussy juice on her lips. “Taste yourself” he said. She stuck her tongue out to lick her lips. She tasted sweeter then she had ever tasted of herself before. She seemed to be different. Lighter. There was still muskiness there. A smell of years lived and experiences had. She didn’t feel different in the sense that all things and experiences had left her but there was purity to everything. Like the weight was gone. The guilt and pain and hurt were lessened. Her heart felt open. Tasting herself was like tasting a cake. He then told her to taste him. She kept her eyes closed and she felt him shift as he rubbed his penis head on her lips.

It was so smooth and he smelled so good she just wanted to open her mouth and take him all in. She wanted to taste him in the back of her throat. She wanted to taste him deep in her throat. She opened her mouth and licked his penis head a little. He moaned but told her “Not yet. Keep your lips closed”. He rubbed the little jewel of cumm that was slipping from his slit on her lips. “Taste me” he instructed as she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. He tasted a little salty but he tasted almost of earth. Of fresh soil wet after a hard rain; fertile and dark and filled with billions of living thriving organisms. He tasted like the forests after leaves had fallen and the world is damp and getting ready to slumber. Emily opened her eyes to look at him. She opened her mouth and he knew what she wanted. He stuck the head of his penis into her wet, little mouth and then pushed into her openness.

She took him into her mouth completely. He pushed in deep. She lifted her tongue to meet his cock shaft as he pushed deeply in and then pulled all the way out. He played with her open lips with his cock head and then he would suddenly push all the way in again to the back of her throat. He moaned her name as he pulled all the way out. He looked her in the eyes as he began to cumm onto her lips. Emily waited until his cumm was all over her pouty lips. The healer bent down to her pussy and got his lips covered in her juices and then he came up to her and they kissed. Man and woman. Simple.

I sat enjoying the orchestra on this Saturday evening. I do enjoy classical and instrumental music, thou normally I’d prefer to be at a rock concert. I do have my reason for being here though, her name is Margaret. Margaret is a beautiful and talented cellist in the orchestra. She was so sexy, standing at 5’8” with deep blue-green eyes and silky red-brown hair, and a completely gorgeous body.
I was so lucky to have her in my life. Fortunately for me she was also my long time girlfriend, as well as being on of the most talented musician in the world. The finished and I enthusiastically joined in the standing ovation. I waited in the lobby while she put her cello away. I saw her looking for me, instead of flagging her down; I snuck up behind her.

I whispered in her ear, “excuse me miss, but would you like to trade?”
She turned to face me, accidentally bumping someone with her cello, “depends on what I get for it.”
“Well for one thing, this,” I held up a single crimson rose to her, “and this,” I said as I kissed her.
“Deal,” she took the rose and I carried her cello for her.

I carried her cello out to my car and put it in the backseat. Then I got her door for her. I walked around, got in, and started the car. I started for home. We lived in a decent sized apartment near a park.
“You look nice,” she stated as she noticed that I had dressed up for the evening.
“Thank you, but I’m nothing compared to your radiance tonight.”
She blushed at my comment, “thanks for being there tonight.”

It was our six month anniversary and I told her I would spend the day with her, even if it was as part of the audience. “After how you played I should be thanking your.”
This caused her to blush more and she grabbed my hand. She held my hand the rest of the way home. When I got the car parked I looked at her and she looked at me. I could tell she wanted to go in the apartment but I checked the time and knew we couldn’t.

I’m a massage therapist and one of my client/friends is a local chef. I asked a favor from her to prepare a meal and leave it on the table I had readied. So when I opened her door and helped her out, I just lead her to the park instead of the apartment. It was a small park with a slide, merry-go-round, some swings, and a gazebo.

I walked her to the gazebo and sat her with her back to our apartment, so she couldn’t see the lights on and the shadows moving. We sat there for moment, just getting lost in each other’s eyes. Then we were drawn to each other into a long and passionate kiss. Our kiss lasted and lasted, as it continued she started to grind herself on me.

I slowly reached up her long black performance dress and searched for her panties. I looped my finger under them and started to pull them down. I got them off and she took them and put them in my pocket. She started to unbutton and unzip my pants as I began to hike up her dress.

After we were both exposed to the night air, she gently lowered herself on top of me. She wrapped her legs around me and started a slow up and down movement. Her actions were so seductive and the look on her face was that of pure pleasure. I started to kiss her neck and shoulders as her first orgasm hit.
Once she had revived, she started to seductively ride me again. I never stopped kissing her neck and shoulder and now I added sucking, licking, and nibbling to that whole area. She started going faster and faster. We were both close to a climax. She pulled my head away to look into my eyes. Then we kissed so passionately that we couldn’t hold back any longer. We came together and spent what seemed like hours, but in reality was only minutes, in each other’s arms.

After a while we gathered our energy and she got up from my lap. She let her dress unroll itself as she stood up, mean while I put my penis away and closed my pants. I then stood up and pulled her to me, we looked into each other’s eyes. I kissed her forehead as we held each other for a long time.
“We better go or the food will get cold soon,” I whispered in her ear.
Pulling back with a confused look on her face, “food?”
“Yeah, this is our anniversary and I’m not going to let you starve.”
“Well aren’t you full of surprises today,” she said as she giggled.

With that she took my hand and led me toward our apartment. I stopped at the car to grab her cello. She doesn’t like to leave it out and I didn’t want her distracted from the evening. We finally got to our door and I had her wait in the hall for a moment. I checked to make sure everything was ready, put her cello by our dresser, and lit the candles.
“Close your eyes,” I told her with the door just cracked a little. Once she had complied I took her hand and led her to the table, shutting the door behind us. “Open,” I said.
She opened her eyes and gasped seeing everything. A smile as big as any formed on her face as she turned to me and pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged her back as she kept repeating thank you.
“Did you think the rose was the only thing you were going to get today?” I asked.
“No, but I didn’t expect this,” she said motioning to the table.
“Good, I was going for unexpected.”

I lead her to her chair and sat her down. I walked to the other side of the table and sat across from her. We started to eat and both were surprised at the taste, delicious. We continued to eat for a while in a stunned silence.
“This is excellent, where’d you get it?” she questioned.
“I called in a favor.”
“Well the food is great, next time you see whoever made it say thanks.”
“Oh, trust me, I will.”
“Something tells me that you didn’t just plan dinner?”
“What are you talking about?” I teasingly questioned with a mischievous smile on my face.
“Oh wait, let me guess......a massage?”
“Close, a movie.”
“How is that close?”
“Both start with an M.”

We both laughed and finished the food. I went to get dessert and put the necklace I bought her into my pocket. I brought the dessert to her and sat down with mine. We ate it quickly while playfully looking at each other. After we finished we cleared the table and headed to the living room.
“So what movie are we watching?” she asked.
“You’ll see,” I said playfully.
“Fine, I’m going to go change, be back in a second,” she said with a wink.

Everyday Emily walked by his land on her way to the bus stop. He was a stranger to these parts. He was a man in his early 40’s. A foreigner. Emily thought that perhaps he was from Malaysia. His skin was a beautiful brown. His hair was slightly wavy, silky, black and long. It flowed all the way down his back where he kept it neatly tied back in a thick braid. He had facial hair. Nothing too thick yet it covered his soft featured face in a completely attractive way. Emily was very intrigued by this man who had bought the large acreage of land next to her little place. He had showed up late one night, set up a tent and started the next morning to build. He must have been a carpenter because he was building his little house from the ground up all by himself. Emily watched as month after month his space took beautiful form and shape.

On occasion, even though he was deep in his work, he would look over at Emily as she walked to the bus stop and he would nod his head in acknowledgment. She would smile back, or nod back or occasionally in the colder months would wave a mittened hand at him. She wanted to approach him and talk with him to find out his story but she didn’t. It wasn’t that Emily was shy. Not at all. She was actually a very warm and accepting woman. But recently she had been through a lot. She had put herself through a very painful experience. She had gone and gotten herself mixed up with the wrong kind of man. That whole experience had pained Emily greatly. Her heart just really hurt in her chest. She couldn’t help but feel the pain of being taken advantage of by a man she had put her trust, friendship and love into. She was broken. Broken times call for solitude and retrospective thoughts. At least it did in Emily’s case. This led her to being a hermit of sorts. So she would wave and keep her distance on the curb of the roadside then she would continue on to the bus stop with her head down and her hair covering her sad face from the beautiful natural world that she loved so much.

Time passed slowly. Emily’s pain seemed to lessen as her wounds scabbed over and began to heal. She still felt the rawness underneath but knew that with time things would again feel normal. At least she hoped for that much. Humans can be so cruel to each other. Lies, deceit, selfishness, thoughtlessness. These things can kill the spirit of a good woman like Emily.

One day Emily passed by her neighbor’s home and saw that the design of the architecture was amazingly intricate. A beautifully carved wood frame held the house upright. The entrance was constructed of a cherry wood with a black walnut inlay. Emily was so moved by such care in his detailed work that unknowingly she began to again see details everywhere. One day she brought her camera with her while she walked to the bus stop, she found herself stopping to take pictures of wet autumn leaves against the green of pin cushion moss. She took pictures of spider webs hanging heavy with dew. She took pictures of berries turning color, of sunrise reflecting off of puddles. Tracks made by raccoon paws in the mud, a sharp shin hawk sitting statuesque in a sugar maple and a flock of geese honking their way through the bluest of sky. As she took these pictures she thought about her neighbor. She wanted to give him a house warming present. She wanted an excuse to see him up-close and ask him questions. She wanted to finally hear his story. Emily loved hearing people’s stories.

For weeks she worked putting the pictures she had taken together in a collage. She cut and pasted and pasted and cut and moved pictures around and moved them again. When she finally finished she looked at her art with new eyes. What she made was no longer individual pictures but was a large picture of the natural world melded into a picture of her very own vision. The world that she loved. This world in which she saw herself. She knew very well of humanity, mistakes, pain, loss, destruction, uncertainty and loneliness but she also knew of love, light, laughter, life, community, and hope. She knew her work was done. She rolled up the collage carefully threw on her old rubber boots and headed over to finally make her neighbors acquaintance.


As she walked towards his little house she could see that it was lit up with a rosy kind of glow as if the house was kept bright and warm on the inside by candle light. She could also smell that hickory was burning in his fireplace and could see the smoke escaping from the sturdy chimney. She was admittedly a little nervous considering they had been neighbors for some time now and had done nothing but nod at each other. She felt that maybe it had been a bit rude for her to have not come over earlier. She stepped up to the door and wrapped quietly with her knuckles on the wood. The next instance the door opened and the man, her stranger and neighbor was standing in the doorway with soft smiling eyes and a warm smile hidden behind his soft beard. “Hello Emily” he said gently as he stepped aside with the door open beckoning her in with the sweep of his arm “I have been expecting you…”

“Oh. I had no idea you knew my name!” Emily said surprised. She could actually feel her face blushing at the intimate way he greeted her at his door. He was acting as if she was an old friend, or someone who he had shared history with. He helped her off with her bulky sweater and sat her down on a hand made bench in his mudroom and slide off the old rubber boots from her feet. In a familiar way he held out his hand for her and helped her up and then led her into his beautiful house. He led her into the living room where he had placed large pillows all over the floor in front of the fireplace. He seated her on one and seated himself on another facing her. In front of them were two glasses filled with a honey colored liquid. He picked one up and handed it to her and picked up the other for himself. They looked at each other and smiled and took a sip. It was unlike anything Emily had ever had. It was fermented all right and the few sips she took went right to her head yet there was nothing too heady about it. She still felt as though she had her wits about her. “What is this?” she asked. “It is a special tea from my country” he said with accented English. “Where are you from?” Emily asked as her brain began to buzz with every sip she took. “That is not important right now. What is important is what I need to tell you. The reason I am here”. She leaned back against another huge pillow and looked at him and nodded. “Tell me everything” she said. He looked at her deeply now and realized she was ready and with that he began…

He was born into a very long generation of healers. Since he was a young man his family sent him into the world to find his healing purpose and since then he had been traveling the world searching and learning as all healers are called to do. His spiritual journey had taken him to every corner of the world learning all methods of healing practices from every different culture. The past year he was in Australia working with indigenous peoples learning local botany and ancient medicinal practices when he began to have dreams of a woman of dark features with blackness pouring from her heart surrounded by trees bearing weight on their branches of wet red leaves. At first the dreams were foggy but then they became clearer. He knew that his dreams were powerful guides telling him of his next journeys. So he began to pay attention. When he would meet this woman in his dreams he began to look around and notice details. He noticed trees, land topography, glacial formations, mosses, bugs, lakes, birds and mammals. During his waking hours when he wasn’t studying he would pour through books and try to piece together where this woman was in the world. Eventually he pieced together where he would find her. Soon after he left Australia to go to the east coast of the United States where he bought a beat up pickup truck, closed his eyes and followed where his heart tugged him. It took two weeks but he eventually drove by Emily on her way to the bus stop one morning and knew he had found her. So he set up shop and waited for her to be ready to come to him. This waiting could take days to months to years. It all depended on the pain of the person. She had taken her time getting there, but he was in no rush and was glad she was there now. He had much work to do.

Emily didn’t really know what to say. It all sounded so strange and yet it fit perfectly. She didn’t feel scared. She didn’t feel like this was wrong. She felt like this was right. Like this is where she was supposed to be. Warm and languid and comfortable and protected and safe and open and accepting. Her instincts weren’t telling her to run or to flee. They were telling her to trust and to go along with whatever this stranger had in store for her. She nodded at him and that was all he needed. Instantly he was in a different mode. He stood up and he examined her with his eyes by the firelight. “First things first” he said “you must know that my healing powers have brought me to you for a reason. You are obviously important to this world or else the universe wouldn’t have sent me to you. There is something out there that led me here. There is something out there that can’t have you be in pain right now. There is something out there that needs me to find the purity of your heart that once was. That will be again. I don’t know what of my healing remedies I will pull from to help you. But you must trust that I am being led too. What I do to and for you is done in the name of healing you. Right now I am looking at you and the only thing my healing powers are telling me is that you need a bath young lady. And I am just the healer to do it”.

He pulled her to her feet and led her gently to a beautiful large showering room. The walls and the floor were made of weathered teak and in the middle of the room sat a little bench large enough for one bottom to sit upon and around the bench were buckets full of hot steaming water. He turned her to him then and looked her in the eyes and said “trust me” and she nodded. He lifted up her over sized shirts and eventually under all the layers he stripped off of her was a woman’s body that he had not even begun to imagined she would possess. He eventually stepped away from her nakedness and looked her over. She really was beautiful. Gentle sloping curves and beautiful, heavy, pink nippled breasts. Her legs were shapely and womanly. Her arms, hands and feet were graceful and sensual and her neck was long and tantalizing. He let his eyes soak her in and she stood there and allowed his eyes to roam the plains of her body. Eventually he looked her in the eye and smiled. She smiled back. “The art of healing has begun to stir in me” he said as he looked down at the crotch of his pants. “And I can see in is stirring in you too” he said as he looked at the glistening hair surrounding her pussy. She blushed and looked down. “Oh no Emily. You mustn’t be ashamed or embarrassed. You are beautiful.” He said as he slipped his finger between her wet pussy lips and lightly pinched her clit between his finger tips. She sucked in her breathe and let out a little moan as he twisted her clit a little first to the left and then to the right. “Yes. You are ripe for the healing” he whispered. “Please sit on the bench. I am going to bathe you and groom you before I begin the real intense part of the healing process”. Emily sat on the bench with her legs spread open. He picked up the first bucket of steaming water and poured it over her body. The room was now a sauna. Eucalyptus smelling steam filled the air and Emily was feeling extremely erotic.

Overall impression: He is what you would call a hard working man. He is extremely determined to achieve all goals set in front of him (even if that goal includes me with my legs spread wide with my wet pussy open for him lick and suck). He dives into experiences with enthusiasm and shows a lot of pride in his achievements.

Element of surprise: He surprised me the most when I was least expecting it. This is the part that makes him very interesting. He has an element of control and a take charge attitude that makes him very appealing. He knows how to handle him self VERY well. At one moment he literally took my breath away when he slid his big juicy prick into me. I was not expecting it at all and the surprise of it made my body respond in an amazingly interesting way. First of all I don’t think I have EVER felt a penis that big in my pussy (seriously) … and was pleasantly surprised at how filled up I felt with him inside.

How many orgasms?: Two… and I must say that I made him work extra hard for the second one. His stamina never once waned and his creativity was amazing. I do think he was getting the idea of me and my clit as he slowed his tongue movement down a lot. He began to lightly touch the tip of his tongue to my clit (YES!!!!!) and blow gently on my swollen pussy (OH MY GOD!!!!) and he went back and forth like this until my cunt was literally singing in his mouth…
Note for future employers: I am wet right now just thinking about it…

Favorite moment: Well, I must say that there were a few here, which just goes to show that he really knows how to show a girl a good time!!!

-First favorite moment was described in the above “element of surprise” ….

-Second favorite moment was (this may seem un-sexy but for me it was very sexy) being naked with him and talking and laughing. Even just being up against him with my back to him as he spoke was a really sexy feeling. His voice reverberated on my skin and through my back and feeling his spent cock resting lazily on my ass was really sexy as well…

-Third favorite moment was getting on top of him and directing him deep into my pussy and having him say “If we are going to do this I need to be in complete control” … my god but that was fucking sexy… of course it is SO hard for me to be perfectly still so I disobeyed a little (oops). He then scolded me which I find very arousing.

-Fourth favorite moment was he entering me from behind and just feeling him slide all the way inside of me. He gave me chills all up and down my whole body

-Fifth favorite moment was when his beautiful penis was rock hard again and the veins up and down were bulging out and he came in hot spurts all over my face and open mouth. YUM!

Overall evaluation: Very impressed!

Potential Future Projects: There are many more things I would like to see him excel at. It is hard to completely evaluate someone based on just a handful of performances. One project I would like collaborate on is a VERY long luxurious blow job. I would really like to spend a long time sucking on him with no real ending in sight. I do not want the end goal to be an orgasm; I just want to see how long I can keep him going before I finally do let him explode in my mouth. Maybe that is a control thing for me. But it is a project I would be interested in pursuing in the future.

Room for Improvement: Well… there is always room for improvement isn’t there? But overall impression? He gets a two thumbs up (WAY up) from me.

I sat near the back of the class, looking at my Teacher. Miss. Okinawa was young for a collage professor, only twenty nine. Her hair was tied back in a professional bun, two chopsticks jammed through it, and her face was...nice. Not quite beautiful and not quite ugly, she was plain.

The woman standing next to her was as far from plain as was possible. Not that anyone else could see her...

I had summoned Lyn a week ago, mostly out of curiosity, partially out of revenge. She was a deamonette, one of the 'lesser' daemons that lived in the underworld. Daemons, imps, faeries and the like are useful, mostly because of the magic they bring to the world, and for their own innate abilities. Not that Lyn's abilities were the most useful to me now, being the causing of sores and boils on a target of my choice.

However the summoning hadn't gone quite as I planned. Lyn had escaped, and to my surprise, had decided to possess me instead of sucking my brains out. So now she was in my head, visible only to me. She could interact with the world around her, picking up rocks and hurling them at people for one. Her voice was only audible to me, and we were capitalizing on that for todays test.

Lyn sauntered past the rows of desks, glancing at each of the students. She stopped by my dorm mate, Liz, and ran her finger along Liz's shoulder. Liz jumped, looking around. She looked right through Lyn, who continued to walk towards me, her tail swishing. Lyn stopped by my desk, kneeling next to it, her quills poofing out slightly.

Lyn, if you took away the quills, claws and tails, looked like a unearthly beautiful woman. Oh and take her blue hair while you're at it. Her face was perfect, tanned slightly, her hair long and drooping past her perfectly formed breasts. Her pubic area had a small tuft, semi-neatly trimmed. Her back was covered with long quills that she apparently controlled, and a tail that she definitely controlled. The tail slipped over my back, sliding under my shirt and caressing my skin. It was a hot weight on my shoulders, one that made my cock jump in my pants.

Lyn leaned over the desk, pressing her lips against my ears. I shifted.

“I can tell you the answers” She murmured, “but...I need the magic word”

“Please” I whispered, not wanting to be seen talking to the air.

“What was that?” Lyn cocked her head, smiling faintly.

“Please” I said slightly louder. The woman sitting in front of me turned around, a confused expression on her face. I looked at her as if she were crazy and she turned around.

“Because you asked so nicely” Lyn murmured, “A, B, C, C, D, A, C...”


Later I stepped into my dorm room, grumbling to myself. Liz was no where to be seen, as she had classes late into the night. She had recently switched one, her old Demonology class to her new Literature and the Arts class...the one I was in. Liz would show up later, as she still took other classes late at night. But at least I saw her, as compared to before.

I lay down on my bed. Then Lyn was crawling over me, her hair brushing my face and chest as she smiled at me.

“So” She murmured, “Want to have some fun?”

I sighed, “Lyn...Liz will be back any moment”

“You still haven't asked her out” Lyn said, “If you want, you could have some...fun, and I could blank her mind afterwards”

“No!” I scooted back and sat up, staring at Lyn. She arched her back to continue look at me, “Why not?”

“Because-”

“She won't remember. Its better than waiting for her to open her legs for her. We deamons don't fuck around with that stuff...just take what you want”

'Thats why you are deamons” I said.

“Let me at least have some fun” Lyn said, crawling down to my crotch. She sniffed deep, smelling my cock. It was hard, despite my words, and she soon unzipped my pants and taking my shaft with her hands. Her claws never once harmed me, but her hands themselves were burning hot. I hissed as she took my cock into her mouth, her lips and tongue having millennia of experience to get really really really good at this.

I gasped, seeing stars. I was about to come, Lyn moving away and pumping my cock with her hand. She loved to have my cum dribbling on her tits, don't ask me why. I wondered what that would look like to someone who couldn't see Lyn...

She moved away, taking her hands away. I grabbed my cock, needing to finish this. Lyn squeezed her tits together, mouth opened above my cock. I came, grunting.

And the door burst open, Liz walking into the room.

“Damn I had a long day” she said, shucking her backpack off. She looked at me. Cum was dribbling down my hands, Lyn vanishing from my view as well.

“Uh” I covered myself, blushing red. Liz stared, closing her mouth as she looked at me.

“Oh I'm sorry” I gasped, sitting up and trying to push my cock into my pants. Liz shook her head, “Its okay” She said, “No really, its fine”

“Well” I said, zipping my pants, acutely aware that my cock was making a tent of my pants “Uh...I'll use the bathroom next time-”

“No, I mean, you don't need to change your...because of me” Liz said, blushing.

“I should wash up” I said, looking at her. That just made my cock harder, straining against my pants. Liz was not the same unearthly beautiful as Lyn, but her face was cute, her breasts petite and firm, her hair black and tied back in a pony tail. A bit of a tattoo was visible on her chest, a winding line that branched and branched again, vanishing under the shirt.

“Let me” Liz said.

“What?” I asked. Liz took my hand, pulling out a washrag and whipping my fingers down.

“Uh...thanks” I said, blushing redder still. Her hands felt soft, her skin smooth. Liz took the washrag away. I knew that my cock still dripped precum, staining the inside of my pants. But there was no way Liz would clean that...though my mind started to imagine what she would do if she was 'cleaning it'.

“Well” I said, the embarrassment in the room almost solid, “I have to go” I walked out the room.

“That went well” Lyn's voice whispered in my mind, “Why don't we watch...I think it might be enlightening”

“Watch what?” I murmured.

“Just do it” Lyn hissed. I moved to the door, opening it a crack. Liz was looking at the washrag, which had some of my cum on it. She looked over her shoulder and I moved back slightly. She didn't see me, turning back to the washrag. Then she licked it. I gaped. Liz's tongue moved up the washrag, slowly. She took the washrag away from her lips and reached into her mouth, pulling out a bit of thread that was in her mouth.

Liz sighed, throwing the washrag away. Then she got onto her bed, pulling her pants down. Her ass glinted in the air, her panties sopping wet between her legs. She must be really horny...her fingers started to probe her body, slipping under her panties and rubbing. I turned away, my cock almost leaping out of my pants. I closed the door softly and walked away. She...who was she fantasizing about...

“Don't be thick” Lyn murmured, “Who else was she fantasizing about? You should have gone into that room and taken her. Liz would have thanked you”

I walked into the dorm's public bathroom and washed my hands, remembering the feel of Liz's hands on my own. Then I walked into a stall, glad the place was empty. I locked the door and turned around. Lyn was reclining on the toilet, her quills poofed out slightly, her tail swishing. I dropped my pants, ready to blow some steam-

“No, no no” Lyn murmured, “You can't fuck me...not yet”

“Oh come on!” I moaned, taking my cock in hand and starting to pump. Or at least trying to, seeing as how my hand refused to move.

“I have to teach you how to fuck a woman. A real one, not just a little old deamonette that wants to screw at the drop of a hat. Lets start with Liz. You can screw her tonight, if you are...strong”

“But” I started.

“Come on” Lyn stood, her tail swishing, “Just walk up to her and say what you feel. I'll give some advice” She grabbed my hand and opened the stall door, leading me out of the bathroom. She dragged my down the hall, towards Liz's room.

I cracked the door open slightly. Liz's back was arching as she pumped her cunt with a dildo, her mouth stuffed with a ball gag.

“Oh...she's got some toys too” Lyn murmured, “Knock on the door...if she hasn't orgasmed yet, she'll be tensed and wound up like a watch”

I knocked on the door. I heard a muffled gasp, then the sounds of feet padding back and forth.

“One second” Liz gasped, stuffing the ball gag under the bed, “One second!”

The door opened and a disheveled Liz leaned against the door frame, smiling at me.

“Hi Daniel” Liz said.

“Hi Liz” I said, stepping into the room, “I just...came...to say” I stammered.

“To say that I've started” Lyn murmured.

“To say that...I've started to have...feelings for you” I stammered, “I mean you're beautiful, very much so and-”

Liz broke me off with a kiss, her tongue pushing into my lips.

“See how easy that was?” Lyn murmured.

I placed my hands on Liz's shoulders, pushing her to the ground. She unzipped my pants, my cock springing into the open air. She opened her mouth, panting slightly, and took my cock in her mouth. She was no were near as experience as Lyn, but she attacked with an eagerness that the deamonette had lost over the centuries of life.

Liz let my cock slide out of her mouth, running her lips along the side, then kissing the pubic hair above my penis, teasing the hair out with her lips. She started to fondle my balls, rubbing them gently.

“Compliment her. She's doing well...for a human” Lyn murmured.

“Right” I said, aloud, “I mean...god damn that feels good”

Liz looked up and smiled at me, her teeth flashing. Then she started to devour me with renknewed vigor, sucking my cock faster and faster, sliding it deeper and deeper into her throat.

“Shit” I gasped, “I'm...I'm about to-”

Liz simply redoubled her efforts, pumping my cock with her hand as she licked it, looking at me with her mouth open, waiting for my cum. I grunted, semen spraying onto her face and into her waiting mouth. Liz smiled, her eyes closed. She looked fucking hot, her cheeks and forehead splattered with cum, her mouth filled with it. Well not filled...it had some in it, thats what mattered.

Liz opened her eyes, swallowing as she did so. She stood, undoing the buttons on her shirt. I noticed before that she had a tattoo on her chest, and I wondered what...it...looked...

Holy crap. Tribal tattoos sprawled over Liz's chest, only stopped by her bra, and ran down her stomach to a place covered by her pants. Then, as her pants dropped about her ankles, I saw they ended right about her groin, winding around the dripping furnace between her legs. Liz turned around, walking towards the bed as she undid her bra. I followed, pulling my shirt, staring at her well formed ass...which also had tattoos reaching around from the front.

Liz lay on the bed, spreading her legs, waiting for me. I moved onto her.

“Take me” She breathed.

My cock was already rock hard once more, poised above Liz. I placed my hands on her wrists, pinning her to the bed. I thrust into her sopping wet pussy, feeling it squirm about my cock. She was fucking tight, I gasped. Liz moaned, straining her arms against mine. I kissed her neck, nipping the skin slightly. Liz gasped as I started to pound her, my nipples rubbing against her tits.