Message-ID: <7784eli$9804131105@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "R'as al Ghul" X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: The Sculptor - III (mc mf ff inc teen ws) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980410163807.24398.qmail@hotmail.com> © 1998 R.A.G. Free distribution is encouraged, as long as the file is unaltered. Archiving on pay sites, or those using adult verification systems, is fordbidden. This story contains descriptions of sexual acts. It is a work of fiction and should remain so. Email to ras_al_ghul@hotmail.com is welcome. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- We stood in front of apartment 2906 and Amanda pressed the buzzer. A moment later, the door opened and the three of us were shocked, our eyes going bug-eyed wide. Charlene was stunningly beautiful. Almost six feet tall, she had the luscious curves of an amazon, all of them revealed to us by her nakedness. Her long wavy brown hair ended in loose curls that hung over her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes were ice blue, and her face looked like it had been sculpted by a master. The girls were dumbfounded, and all I could say was “Holy fuck...” “Good evening, Mr. King,” Charlene said professionally, “won’t you and your associates come in.” The woman, who appeared to be about 30, was totally unaware that she was naked. “Um, erp, ya, sure..” I finally bumbled out. The girls laughed at me as we entered and the statuesque brunette closed the door behind us. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked. “Wine? Beer? A cocktail?” “Scotch for me,” I said, regaining my composure. “White wine,” Amanda said. “Me too,” said Melissa. “Make that a pop for the young lady,” I corrected. Melissa scowled. “Of course, sir. Why don’t you head into the living room and I’ll bring in a tray. I was just reading a good book,” she said as she turned the corner into the large kitchen. We walked down the wide hallway and into the living room. “Whoa,” said Melissa. It was huge, and the whole outside wall was glass. The drapes were fully open and you had a near-panoramic view of the city and the bay. I had been right. Charlene was living a life of luxury. Her apartment was opulent. The finest furnishings and accents had been tastefully chosen, all paid for with her scheming and her greatest asset, her body. “And what a body,” I murmured. “What was that, Jack?” Amanda said, looking up at me, batting her eyelashes. “Nothing, baby,” I replied, forcing the dress into the crack of her ass with my hand and kissing her. Charlene returned, walking gracefully, carrying the tray of drinks. Her large, firm breasts jiggled against her carriage, their nipples hard with the excitement I had induced in her. Her cunt had been shorn, and her brown labia hung enticingly between her shapely thighs. They glistened with her wetness. I had slept with many beautiful women in my life. Some because they had been influenced by me, some because they had wanted to, but this woman had the looks and body of a goddess. It was an incredible shame that she had not gotten the wisdom of Athene with the beauty of Aphrodite. “Your breasts are very large, Charlene. How large are they? Real?” I asked. “They’re 38C, almost a D, and yes, they’re real. I was lucky enough to be born with my body. I work out a lot to keep it this way.” The girls, sitting on chairs, took the drinks that were offered to them. Charlene had to bend over to serve them. Her magnificent breasts hung outward firmly. Her ass was full and flawless. I was not the only one admiring her. The girls couldn’t take their eyes off of her either. “I’m sure you do,” I said taking my scotch from the tray. She was taller than me by a good two inches. She set the tray down on the coffee table that we stood by and took her own drink in hand. She clinked her glass on mine and said, “Cheers.” “Cheers,” I said, narrowing my eyes. I drained my glass and set it down on the tray. “Charlene, my associates and I have come here to use you tonight. While you don’t remember it, and you don’t understand it, you used somebody they love. You lost your old life because of it. This doesn’t bother you. You won’t concern yourself with it. You’re my employee and you’ll do what I say, won’t you?” “Of course, Mr. King. You know you’ve always been able to depend on me,” she said in a concerned tone. “Prove it. Take the fruit out of that bowl over there and set the bowl on the carpet there in front of Amanda,” I said, indicating the beautiful blonde in the cocktail dress. Charlene obediently turned and pulled the apples, oranges, and bananas from the bowl and put them on the table. She took the large bowl and set it down on the floor. She looked at me. “Face Amanda and straddle the bowl. Squat down over it.” She did, and I stepped up behind her. I set my hand on her shoulder. “You can wrap one arm around my legs for balance. The other hand, I want you to hold your cunt open with.” She did that too. I ran my hand through her thick hair. She leaned on me. “Charlene, this is the woman whose husband you had an affair with. But she’s not angry at you. No, she isn’t, but I think she’s owed something, don’t you? You owe this woman whatever she wants.” “She’s very sexy isn’t she?” I said to Amanda, using my influence on her. “Mmm, yes she is, Jack,” Amanda said rubbing her thighs. “Show her your pussy, Amanda.” Amanda smiled and raised her ass off the chair, pulling the dress up over her hips. She spread her legs wide and hooked the backs of her knees over the arms of the chair. She ran her hand down over her blonde cunt and spread her lips. She laughed softly. Melissa came over and sat on the arm of the chair to watch more closely. “Charlene,” I said, looking down at her, “you’re my slave and will do anything I say. These ladies are my friends, and I want you to please my friends. First, though, you have to prove to me that you’ll do what I say. Will you do anything I say?” “Yes, of course, sir,” she said meekly. “Good. Pee in the bowl, slut, while you masturbate. It turns you on to debase and shame yourself like this in front of others. In fact, you’ll almost orgasm. Look at Amanda’s cunt while you do it. You want to lick it so bad.” Charlene began to frig herself. She held onto me tightly while her long fingers rubbed her clit and buried themselves inside her slit. “Oh, sir,” she moaned, “the lady has such a nice cunt. I want to suck it. It looks so beautiful.” She shivered a bit, and a trinkle of urine splashed in the bottom of the glass bowl. Her busy hand deflected some of the yellow liquid, splashing it on her thighs and onto the thick white shag carpet. Her fine ass rotated with her lewd display. Melissa was rubbing herself through her sheer black panties, making a large wet stain, while Amanda had three fingers in her stretched cunt, which was making sweet sucking noises. Charlene’s urination was over, and she went, “Nooo, nnooo, I almost came! I wanted to cum!” She was shaking. “Now, now,” I said paternally, “you’re my slave now. You live to give me and my friends pleasure. You’ll only cum when I say so. You’re not a selfish person anymore, you cheap cunt. Now crawl over to Amanda and put your face in her crotch. Lick her because she wants you to, and you want to do it for her. You want to please your mistress, don’t you?” “Yes, sir,” she said frantically, dropping to her knees and plunging forward into Amanda’s waiting cunt. “That’s master, bitch. In front of strangers you call me sir, but when we’re with friends, you call me master.” “Y-yes, master,” she quivered before pushing her whole face into the older woman’s crotch. Amanda gasped at the contact. I don’t think someone had ever done that to her before. She gasped, her eyes bugging out as she adjusted to the wicked sensations before finally closing her eyes and going, “OOOOOhhhhhhhhh....” in a loud sigh. Her long-nailed hands came down to the amazon’s head and held her in place. Amanda bit her lower lip and fucked her face against the slut’s. “Amanda, pee all over her. Show her what it’s like to have no free will. Give her a taste of her new life.” “For you, Jack, anything,” she said, baring her teeth animalistically. She grunted and yellow liquid spurted out, soaking our slave’s face. “Drink it, you cheap whore!” I said sneering at her. I pulled off my belt and whipped her ass, leaving a bright red mark. Charlene screamed into Amanda’s cunt, and desperately swallowed the bitter liquid. Her face was dripping wet, but she licked and swallowed quickly, cleaning off the piss. Amanda was moaning and writhing at the woman’s oral ministrations. Her legs open and closed jerkily. Melissa stepped over to me and fell into my arms. She was panting with excitement, incredibly turned on by the perverse acts in front of her. So was I. She grabbed my cock hard through the tented slacks. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me now,” she gasped at me between kisses. Amanda came then, her banshee wail filling the room. “Lick my cunt, you whore!” she spat, pulling on the submissive woman’s hair hard. She punched her hips up and down against Charlene’s reddened face. “Yes, mistress!” she said eagerly. I couldn’t take this anymore. Melissa writhing against me, Amanda lost in pleasure, and that cheap slut getting what she deserved. It was time to do something. “Amanda honey, listen to me. I’m going to fuck Melissa. Do you want to watch us?” Amanda smiled lecherously back at me, but said quite calmly, “No baby, her first time should be special. Take her into the bedroom. I can watch, and help, another time. I think this cunt and I can figure out some things to do.” “Alright,” I said leaning down over Charlene’s back. She looked fucking hot eating Amanda’s dripping cunt. I placed my hand on her full ass and slid a finger up her tight asshole. Her body resisted but I just pushed it in harder. She grunted and jerked with the buggering digit. “Listen to me, whore. You will do whatever Amanda says for you to do. You’re a cheap slut. You’re her fuck toy. You live to please her.” To Melissa I said, “Pass me that banana.” She did quickly. “Suck on this banana, bitch.” Charlene lifted her head and sucked it like a cock. I pulled it out. “Now beg me to put it in your ass. You like being assfucked so much. You want it up your ass. Beg, slut!” I sneered holding her by her long hair. Her dripping face was in agonised torment. She had never been so turned on in her life. “Pl-please, master! Fuck my ass! Put that fucking b-banana up m-my ASS! FUCK MY ASS!” she screamed. “Get your face back in that cunt!” I said, roughly pushing her away. Charlene began to sob, her ass waving in the air, trying to tempt me into using it as a target. She needn’t have. “Melissa, hold her cheeks apart, and spit on her asshole for me.” The young girl took a cheek in each small hand and spread the firm globes. She worked up a spit and let it fall onto the woman’s puckered anus. After working the spit around with two fingers, I jammed them in hard past the yielding sphincter. Charlene cried out in pleasure/pain. Her bald, enflamed cunt dripped on the white carpet. Her breasts were swollen and their nipples hard. She was flush from her head to her belly. She was our willing whore. I yanked my fingers out of her ass and jammed the banana in full force, until only the stem and a little bit of the body stuck out. Charlene was grunting like a pig, her ass flexing around the fruit. “That banana is driving you wild, slut. You’ll almost cum, but it will never quite send you over the edge.” “The bitch is all yours, Amanda,” I said wrapping my arm around Melissa’s waist and guiding her out of the living room towards the bedroom. “H-have fun!” the blonde lady called, rising towards another orgasm. The master suite was as luxurious as the rest of the apartment. A large, four-poster bed sat near the floor to ceiling windows. Like the living room, it had a full balcony running the length of the room. I didn’t turn the lights on, but the lights of the city set the room aglow. Melissa wandered in and toured the suite, looking and touching the expensive furniture. I closed the door. The room had been well-built, and became silent. The girls in the living room wouldn’t hear us, and vice versa. Melissa stopped by the window and turned to face me. “My influence over you is gone for now, Melissa. You’re your normal self. I’m not going to use my voice right now.” Nothing changed about the way she looked at me. “And you think I needed to be forced, Jack?” she said teasingly. I smiled back, sloughing off my blazer onto the carpet. “No. Unlike Charlene, I haven’t forced you and your Mom to do anything. It was only strong suggestion.” “Yeah, whatever,” she said, not convinced of her base animal core. I got closer and she started a bit, but didn’t resist as I placed my hands on her face. “It’s okay to be nervous,” I whispered, “we’ll just do what feels right, okay?” “Okay,” she said softly, tipping her head upwards to kiss me hungrily. “Undo my shirt, please,” I said standing upright. Her hands shook a little as she raised them up. Her nostrils flared as my torso was revealed to her. “You have a nice body. I wanted to say that earlier, in the car,” she laughed nervously, “but I was... I was a...” “Preoccupied?” I smiled at her. “Yeah.” She ran her hands over my body, exploring her first lover, while I let the shirt fall from my shoulders. Emotion overcame her and she hugged herself to me, burying her head in my chest. She rubbed her long blonde hair over my flesh and turned her face to my skin, kissing and licking it, tasting my sweat. I moved her back a little and undid the leather jacket’s large chrome waist buckle and snaps before taking the zipper and slowly sliding it down, revealing her lovely body to my eyes again. She let the jacket fall to the floor. The city lights backlit her slim, girlish body. Her hips were slightly curved, and her waist was beginning to form, but she was still more nymph than woman. I fell to my knees in front of her, pulling her towards me. Her breathing was irregular, and I could smell her cunt just below my face. I kissed her belly and she ran her fingers through my wavy hair. My tongue found her belly button and she gurgled when I speared it. I fondled her bum through the sheer black panties that hid nothing from view. With my teeth, I pulled down the front of them, and as I passed her pussy, I blew hot air at her wet slit. “Oh, oh, Jack,” she cooed as the breeze tickled her cunt. Her panties fell around her ankles and she stepped out of them. I kissed everywhere around her mound, letting her know what was coming. Little sounds of love bubbled out of her throat. I leaned her back against the glass and pushed her thighs apart gently, running my hands up and down her slim legs. She revealed herself to me willingly. “Oh, yes, Jack, do it. Lick me. God,” her voice choking off, “you turn me on so much. I din’t know it would be like this.” She stifled a sob and tipped her pelvis up for me. She spread her lips apart. I looked up at her. Her mouth was slack with lust, and she was trembling with excitement. I held her gaze as I brought my mouth to her pussy. At first contact, she gasped and her eyes closed. Her head tipped back and her long hair swished against the glass. My tongue explored her musky slit and I rubbed the bridge of my nose over her clit. Her cunt flooded my face with a continuous ooze of juices. I took her ass cheeks in my hands and held her hard against my face. We little moans became cries and wailing. She grabbed my hair and rode my face like I was a galloping horse. I brought a hand around and probed her swollen labia with a finger. I inserted it easily, her cunt slippery and hot. I could feel her hymen, still intact. Obviously when she masturbated she didn’t use a dildo. Melissa was sucking air spastically, and her sweaty ass squeaked and squonked against the glass behind her. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried repeatedly, rapidly approaching climax. “Oh! Jack! I’mnga ohmngogdd, wunnnh, ohhyea, unmmff!” Quickly I slid my finger back to find her sweaty asshole. I just kept it travelling into her anus, before she had a chance to clench her sphincter. She screamed at the intrusion, it lifting her onto the tips of her toes, and slamming her pubic bone against the base of my nose. I saw stars. And then she screamed even louder because she was coming, coming hard. Her body shook violently. I drove my buggering finger in and out of her ass. She screamed and grunted, accepting the sodomy, driving her orgasm higher and higher. Her ass clutched at my digit, trying to suck it further in. Her orgasm seemed to peak, and then it intensified again. For what must have seemed like an eternity to her, she continued to peak and rise, her young body overstimulated to the point of a multiple orgasm. Then her body reached the point that every time my tongue rasped over her swollen and abused clit she snapped like she had been hit with a thousand volts. Finally, she collapsed, her legs buckling under her. I let her down easily. We sat there in the glow of the city lights while we both caught our breath. My nose was killing me. Cunnilingus can be so rough on the proboscis. At length, she managed to choke out, “Wh-what the hell was that?” I laughed and told her, “Multiple orgasm.” “I could get to like that,” she said, “a lot. The girls at school, we talk about it, read about stuff.” She paused. “It’s got nothing on actually doing this shit. Whoa.” She began to laugh. “And I suppose you’re too tired now to do anything more, so I’ll just put on my shirt.” Before she could protest I got up and made my way towards my shirt. “Like fuck, asshole!” And she was on her feet in an instant. She knocked me towards the bed and losing my balance, I made a rather awkward landing on my back. She pounced on me like a tigress, straddling me with her sweaty, naked body. She beat my chest with fists. “You bastard, you’re going to do it to me if I have to rape YOU!” “Ow, ow, ow!” I cried out. Her small hands had bony knuckles that were digging deep. “Okay, okay, I give. It’s just that I did such a thorough job on you that I thought you were dead, lying on the floor like that. You practically fainted. Delicate thing!” I said, mocking her. “Delicate? You fucking jerk!” she said with an angry look on her face. “I’ll show you delicate!” She reached down between her legs and grabbed my belt, ripping it undone and thwipping it around my waist out of the loops. She nearly snapped the buttons off my slacks, and then yarded the zipper down. She lifted the underwear with one hand and crammed the other inside, grabbing my cock with a vengeance. “Yo-ho-ho-ho!” I yiped, my voice raising an octave or two. “Easy girl, easy girl,” I clenched my teeth, cold sweat beading on my brow. She laughed like only an evil teenager can do. “Now, I’ve got you where I want you, baby. You’re gonna fuck me right now, or I’m gonna twist this thing off.” “If you twist it off, you certainly won’t get laid tonight,” I said. She had a quick mind. She smiled lecherously again. “Okay, how about this, Jackie?” Her grip softened on my hostage and she began caressing it. “Does baby like that?” she said teasingly. “Uh oh,” I said in a tight little voice. She had me. I like playing around, but she had a good hand. I knew when to fold. A low moan rumbled out of my throat. “Thought so,” she said bitchily. She slid back off the large bed, pulling my pants down with her. She grabbed my shoes and thunked them off onto the floor, and the pants joined them moments later. The underwear posed no significant obstacle. And then she jumped on top of me. With a grunt, her weight forced the air out of me. She giggled and we wrapped our bodies around one another in a passionate embrace. We kissed and explored each other’s body with our hands and mouths, knowing that the moment was approaching. The bed seemed smaller than a football field, but I couldn’t be sure. We rolled around on the slippery satin duvet, making the trek to the pillows at the head of the bed. We sat up long enough to yank back the spread. She had silk sheets. Man, she had been living in luxury, that exquisite slave in the other room who was servicing Amanda so well. Melissa and I embraced again, and I rolled on top of her, spreading her legs with my knees. She sighed, surrendering her body to mine. I slowly brought my cock towards her offered pussy. We didn’t need to say anything anymore. We kept looking into each other’s eyes. My cock touched her wet labia, and she swallowed hard, anticipating. I rubbed the tip of my penis in her slit to wet it. I brought my hips forward and slid the tip in past her lips. She was a snug fit, but her folds parted easily enough, and she was relaxed, confident that this was what she wanted. I could feel every fraction of an inch as I penetrated her. I nudged the barrier, and Melissa tensed briefly. I looked at her meaningfully, and her response was to put her hands on my hips and draw me forward. I put my weight behind my thrust and drove my cock steadily and evenly past her maidenhead. She stifled a yelp and scrunched up her eyes. I did not stop until I was fully buried inside her body. Then I lowered myself on top of her gently, resting some of my weight on her. I did not move around for a minute or two, and then tested her body with a flex of my cock. She recoiled a bit. We kissed and she ran her hands over my body. Every so often I moved a little. I let her tell me when she felt the pain pass, and she did by beginning to move her hips tentatively. Only the sound of our breathing could be heard. Far stronger was the smell of our sex, and the feel of each other’s body. She the young nymph, I the man. In that long moment, we shared intimacy. That was something the voice would never give me. When I did use it, it was for base pleasure. At times like this, with Melissa, it would have cheapened the moment. As her body adjusted itself to being impaled, she became more active. Awkwardly, she tried to draw me in and out. I smiled in the darkness. I lifted myself off her, resting on my elbows. I raised my hips, drawing back. With slow ease I sank myself back in. After a few strokes like this, she knew what I was doing. She fell in with my rhythm as if she was learning a new dance. Of their own accord, her long, slim legs lifted, wrapping themselves around my thighs. Her body, flushed from head to cunt, began to undulate on the silk sheets, her hips quickening the beat. She raised her ass to meet my thrusts. “Oh, baby,” she said, her voice hoarse with lust, “it feels so wonderful. It’s so god damn good.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, lost in pleasure. I pressed down on her. Her small breasts squished against my smooth chest, and her belly fluttered against my own. She raised her long legs higher and put her heels against my hard buttocks, urging me on like a stallion again. She hugged me tight, and her nails dug into my back. I gritted my teeth. She was so alive. I was enveloped by her. Her small body had formed itself to mine and I knew that I would climax soon. Waves of pleasure flew back and forth through my groin, sending shivers up my spine. “God, Melissa, you’re going to make me cum!” I said, gasping, “Oh, you are so beautiful, god, annnnh, oh god...” “Yes, baby, yes, cum inside me. God, I want you to. Let me have you!” Our bodies were in total sync with each other. The pace quickened, and our bellies made loud slapping noises as we raced toward climax. She was the first to peak, her tight cunt contracting suddenly. I groaned loudly, my body responding with its own release. I felt my semen flood her channel, and so did she. She let out a fluttering, “oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,” and clutched at me, trying to meld us into one being. She was locked around me like a clamp, holding me immobile. I didn’t know where my body was, so strong had my orgasm been. I was just one big throbbing pleasure. We moaned and gasped in each other’s clutches as we slowly came back to reality. I nearly had a heart attack when she said, “More,” in a choked froglike voice. I managed to wheeze out a guffaw. “I’m not 18 anymore, sweetheart. You’re going to have to give me some time to recover.” On shaky arms I levered myself up and off of her, my cock making a suitably sickly sucking sound as I popped out of her pussy. I rolled onto my back like a fish thrown in the hold. We lay there, both of us unable to move. Suddenly, the phone on the table next to the bed rang. Without thinking, I picked it up. “Hello?” “Hi. Is Charlene Mason at this number?” came the sound of a woman’s voice. Immediately, I remembered where I was. “Why yes,” I said, and cleared my throat, “Sorry about that, yes, she does.” “May I please speak with her?” she said, not sounding very happy at all. “Well, she can’t come to the phone right now, but I’d be happy to take a message.” “Huh,” she said disgustedly, “you can tell that bitch for me that if she ever tries to pick me up again, or touch my ass, that she’s gonna have her fucking nose broken. I don’t know what kind of sick game she plays, but you should know that she tried to pick me up tonight. Goddamn dyke!” “Why, Linda,” I said, smoothing my voice over, “how are you? This is your old friend, Jack King. I was wondering if you could do a favour for me?” Melissa chuckled and curled up under my arm, draping one of her own across my chest, and a leg across my thighs. I stroked her long blonde hair absentmindedly. I felt her cunt leak against my thigh. 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