Message-ID: <19725eli$9902060442@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Shadow Cleric" Subject: Odalisque (1/3) by ShadowCleric (MF, D/s?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 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: <19990205205551.28375.qmail@hotmail.com> Here's my latest work for all to see. Comments always welcome! shadowcleric@hotmail.com http://members.xoom.com/ShadowCleric/index.html It's a dirty story, if you're underaged, stop reading. End of stupid warning. Odalisque by Shadow Cleric Chapter One I used to enjoy getting mail. Long lost friends writing to say hello, get caught up with news and rehash old times. That was before winning the lottery. Now my mailbox was flooded. The postman used to give me dirty looks when I'd see him. Once I explained the situation, he laughed and now does mail drops to my door (for a large tip, of course). If only mail was my biggest problem. The phone rings off the hook morning, noon, and night despite the fact that I've changed it 3 times. Every crackpot inventor, dealer, investor, and con-artist in the state has my number. And then there are the women. At first I kind of liked it, then it became old hat. The subtle questions of marriage, fishing for presents and so forth. It's not that I'm opposed to the concept, it's just this was going too far. Sighing, I resign myself to fate and shuffle through the stack of letters. About half-way through I find a ray of light. A maroon envelope from the Summer Blossom Inn. I sniffed the envelope and was rewarded with a familiar scent of roses. I eagerly tore open the letter and pulled out its contents: a letter and card key. The letter read: M. O'Hara, I've recently come into the possession of some international merchandise you may be interested in. The type and color are both to your liking. I feel you shall not be disappointed. The merchandise in question will be available for inspection and use at the usual locale, Wednesday at 3:00pm. This time is consistent with your previous purchases, if there is a problem and you need to reschedule, please call me immediately. Yours most graciously, Madame LaCroix. The signature was sealed with a red kiss. **** The next day, Wednesday, I arrived at the Inn. It was a large mansion, with ivy creeping up the sides. The bottom of the Inn was a bed & breakfast, often quiet and empty. The upper floors however were an upscale, honest to Joe whorehouse. I grabbed my bag out of my 4Runner and locked the SUV and activated it's alarm. I was early, anxious for what may be in store for me. The front desk was unoccupied, as usual, so I went upstairs and unlocked the door at the top of the stairs and went in. The second floor was comprised of smaller rooms, designed for a few hours use. Rounding the corner I found the second set of stairs and went up. The top floor had fewer rooms. They were larger, and much statelier. They also contained the main office and Madame LaCroix's own rooms. I found my usual room, #1, and let myself in. The room was fantastic as usual. The double doors opened to a small antechamber. From there it split into the main bedroom, bathroom and sitting room. The room had a classy old colonial look. Dark reds and browns accented with whites. The bed was huge affair. Larger than a king, I have no idea where she got the bedding. It had large, dark cherry poles at the corners, spiraling up seven feet above the floor. The bathroom contained a massive jacuzzi tub, shower, and bench along with a large marble counter sinks. The sitting room was posh and warm. Someone had decanted some red wine. I got a glass and poured myself some. I sniffed and swirled, if only out of respect for the vintner. I already knew it was Cabernet Sauvignon, 1988 from a small vineyard in Napa. I sat and sipped, recalling my first trip to the Inn. **** It was about six months or so after I had won the PowerBall and I was related my woes to an old college buddy. He laughed at first, but then realized my dilemma. He gave me a number to call. "Make an appointment with Madame LaCroix. When you see her, be as honest as possible." So I called. The receptionist was friendly and helpful. She gave excellent directions and I had no difficulty finding the place. I arrived at the appointed time and found a young blonde attending the counter. "Sean O'Hara?" "Yeah. I'm here to see..." "Just this way sir." She lead me up the stairs, punched in a code and opened the door for me. We came to the second flight and went up. "Through the double doors at the end of the hallway." "Thanks." "You're welcome, and enjoy." Bemused I wandered down the hallway and knocked at the door. "Entrez-vous!" I pushed the door open hesitantly and walked in. The office was well appointed. A large desk dominated the room with a large plush couch in front of it. A small woman sat at the desk smiling. She was 50-ish but still very happy with life. "Please sit, M. O'Hara." she said with an impossibly thick French accent. "Thanks," I said sitting. I looked around nervously, unsure of what to do next. "You have no idea why you're here, do you?" "No clue in the slightest." "Excellent!" she said, dropping the accent. "Then we shall both be honest with each other!" "I guessed the accent was fake." "You'd be surprised how many people that fools," she chuckled. "So why am I here?" She stood and walked over to me. She was only 5 foot 4, black hair, and full chest. She probably cut quite the swath a few years ago. "Mr. O'Hara, I can imagine having as much money as you do and an unrequited libido can be difficult." "You have no idea." "Still, I can imagine," she smirked. " I don't mean to make light of your situation, that's why I want to help. We offer companionship. Short term, no strings attached. We offer five star services that are second to none. Our girls are clean, beautiful, skilled and a pleasure to have." "You mean this is a...a..." I stammered. "Go ahead, say it." "A whorehouse?" "Yes, but more. We customize each encounter to suit you. Our price and locale keep the scum out and we offer privacy and discretion." "I don't know." I said. In truth the concept intrigued the hell out of me, but I was still nervous. "Have something to drink, Sean. May I call you Sean?" "Please." She offered me a glass of white wine. "Now let's talk." The conversation went on and on for hours. At first we discussed basic likes and dislikes. What hair color did I prefer, that sort of thing. After a while I was telling her deep personal fetishes, some I hadn't even admitted to myself. She kept a mental roster of everything I said. When the conversation wound down, she stood and walked to the door. "Well Sean, I think you deserve a demonstration. Come with me." She led me down the hall to a room and showed me in. It was large and spacious. Not too extravagant but nice. "Have some wine and relax. Nicole will be with you shortly." I did as she asked and plopped down on a large chair. About ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. "Come in." "Mr. O'Hara?" came a voice as the door opened. "Yes." A tall brunette walked in. She was dressed in jeans, cap, sneakers and varsity letter jacket. She had long black hair, eyes that shone despite being dark brown. Her hips were full, but not too wide and her breasts were massively apparent, even through her jacket. "I'm Nicole," she said as she offered her hand. I took it. She had a soft and firm grip. She sat opposite me. "First time, huh?" "Well, not exactly." "First time with a whore?" "You make it sound so cheap." "Sorry, I don't mean to. I love my job. Where else can a girl get all she can stand and get paid." "I guess you have a point. So what do we do now?" "Whatever you want. If you'd like me to start I can." "Sure, whatever you think is..." She cut me off by her springing forward and kissing me deep and hard. Our lips locked and tongues probed for what seemed like an eternity. She broke it off and stood, pushing the chair she was sitting on earlier out of the way. She walked over to the stereo and hit play. Soft jazz music began playing. She turned and smiled at me. Nicole pulled her hat off and tossed it aside, throwing her hair about. It was very long and she stared at me with those hot eyes through the random strands across her face. She unbuttoned her jacket, one snap at a time until it was open and hanging over her shoulders. Nicole let it slide offer her arms and onto the floor. She had a white t-shirt on that did nothing to hide the D cup chest underneath. She turned away and bent over to untie her shoes, allowing her tight ass to press itself against the tight denim. Made quick work of the shoes, kicking them off like a trained gymnast. Working the buckle of her belt off, she slipped it out with snap. Her hands went to the buttons on her jeans and undid them slowly and individually. After the last one she stopped with her pants and pulled her shirt over her head and off. Her breasts were clad in a tight cream-colored satin bra and forced them into deep cleavage. Finally her pants went down, revealing matching thong panties. Leaving her socks on, she walked over to me and straddle my lap. My erection was so hard it was painful. We kissed again, her hips grinding down into mine. I reached around and undid her bra. Nicole breathed a deep sigh of relief as her breasts burst out of their prison. I grabbed them hungrily, squeezing them and kneading them and finally sucking them. I nibbled and licked her tits with wild abandon. I hadn't felt this free in a long time. After several minutes, Nicole stood and walked over to the bed. She slid out of her panties and draped herself over the bed. I stood and dropped my clothing as fast as I could. When I was done, I went over to her. I laid myself on top of her nude body, my cock pressing into her wet opening. We kissed passionately as I felt myself slip deeper and deeper into her silky hole. Finally I found myself fully within her sweet folds. I rocked back, almost completely out of her and back in. She shuddered with pleasure, I could feel Nicole's socked feet wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. I teased her like this for a minute or so till I worked up some speed. Pistoning in and out, I worked her cunt into a frenzy. She bucked her hips into me giving as much as she took from me. Soon she clenched into orgasm, screaming my name. I rolled her over and began fucking her again. Doggie style always makes me feel powerful, and I fucked her just like I felt. She moaned and swore as my hips slapped her ass. I grabbed her ass cheeks as I hammered harder and faster. I could feel my seed building, the pressure mounting until finally I could stand it no longer. "Oh God Nicole!" I howled as my seed exploded from my cock. I shook with orgasm as she too was lost in her own pleasures. I pumped and pumped like a wild man, finally free from worry or recrimination. We both collapsed. I slid out of her and we embraced. I laid there with her, just enjoying the way her soft body felt against me. Finally I rolled away stretching and yawning. I drifted off to sleep. After a short nap I awoke with a raging hard on, and someone massaging it. To my surprise it was not Nicole, but rather the blonde that I had met earlier. "My name is Beth, I just wanted to introduce myself properly, especially if you are going to be here again." She was dressed in the same business suit I saw earlier. She had her hair in a bun, and glasses on. She slid over on the bed and ran her tongue from my foreskin down to my balls and back up again. Kissing the tip, she slowly took my shaft down its length and into her throat. Beth sucked and licked both hard and soft. My dick was on fire. I'd never felt it like this. The pressure alternating, her tongue everywhere, she began rubbing and churning my balls. I gripped her head as my cock exploded seamen down her throat. She sucked and I pumped for an impossibly long time. Finally I went limp, smiling weakly. "I've drawn you a hot bath. Enjoy it and see me at the counter on your way out. If I'm not there, please feel free to ring the bell. Would you like anything to eat?" "I'd kill for a cheeseburger actually." "I'll have one sent up immediately. How would you like that cooked?" "Medium well." "And how would you like that served?" "Hmmm?" "Served sir. How would you like it?" She smirked. "Oh I don't think I could possibly..." "I disagree," she smiled wickedly. "Something oriental I think. Enjoy your bath sir." She left and I went over to the bathroom. The tub was full and smelled wonderful. I laid in it for quite awhile, memories of the past few hours brought my erection back with a vengeance. A knock came at the door. "Room service." "Come in please." I caught a glimpse of someone come in, then I saw a robe dropped. Then the bathroom door opened fully and a young creature stood there naked with a tray of food. The woman that came in was short, Asian, and beautiful. Her hair was long and straight, her hips narrow and breasts firm and small. Her pussy was shaved completely and her expression was one of hungry desire. She introduced herself as "Ling," but was obviously not interested in talking. She sat the tray down and slipped into the tub with me. Feeling my erection was already there, she slid down onto it, her eyes rolling back with delight. Her hips pumped mine with slow, steady motions. I ran my hands up and down her thin body, enjoying every wanton action. She moaned and screamed, most of it in a language I didn't understand. I fucked her back long and hard. She threw her head back, laying across the edge of the tub, and screamed, a massive orgasm exploding within her. I came shortly after, grunting and shuddering with delicious pleasure. We kissed for long moments as she lay across my chest. After a while, she rose and fetched my food and proceeded to feed me. When I was done she smiled and left. I got out soon after she left and dressed, giggling at the fact that I'd just had sex with three women today. Three beautiful women! Beth was at the desk, smiling as usual. "Dare I ask what the damages are?" She handed me a bill, it was high, but worth every penny. "Would you like a reservation for another visit?" "Sure. Next week, Wednesday." "Preferences?" "Surprise me." (Continued in Chapter Two) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----