Message-ID: <26259asstr$968634603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <151327390.968627982632.JavaMail.root@www4usaw> From: Mystery Woman Reply-To: mystery-woman@e247.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id TAA03888 Subject: {ASSM} Lami [M/F_Mythology] by Mystery Woman X-Original-Subject: =?ISO-8859-1?Q?Lami=F1as_[M/F_Mythology]?= Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2000 21:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: english, dennyw, Vulpine, newsman ~~ Lami as~~ By Mystery Woman (M/F Mythology) Stephen first met the young, fair-haired beauty at a cocktail party in the Hollywood Hills. He was there as a guest, hoping to make the right connections to jump-start his acting career. Being an anonymous porn star wasn’t doing much for him, except getting him off frequently. And besides, he had purposely kept his face disguised or hidden in all the x-rated films he’d made, for he wanted very badly to make it as an actor without being plagued by the lurid reputation as a porn star. He’d made the rounds, chatting inanely with most of the big- name directors, producers, and was about to freshen his drink, when he spotted the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She was standing all alone in a corner, looking almost scared, her large liquid-blue eyes shyly lowering when he pinned her with his sexy dark-eyed gaze. He could feel himself becoming halfway hard just looking at the voluptuous young woman; she looked no more than nineteen, had glorious blond hair falling all the way to her tiny waist. But as he studied her boldly, he saw that her hour-glass figure was somehow dainty and feminine...yet her sequined, tight pink gown was cut provocatively low, and revealed a glimpse of her generous breasts. This made his cock thud with sudden arousal, and he cursed his hot-blooded nature, wanting to remain totally cool as he approached her. Stephen started in that direction, unable to take his eyes off her, and she slowly looked up at him, a seductive smile on her full lips, her blue eyes then dropping, hidden beneath the long lashes. As he approached, he said, “I’m sorry, but you must think I’m being terribly rude in staring at you. But I couldn’t help notice that you are alone, and...” She looked up, still smiling with the sexy pout, said in a low, southern accent, “Yes, I saw you staring. I...didn’t mind.” “Oh,” Stepen said, surprised. “Look, I just find you awfully attractive. I guess you could tell that, huh?” She extended her hand, put it lightly on his arm. “And I find you very handsome too. May I ask your name?” “Stephen, Stephen Callander. And you are...?” “Sirena. Pleased to meet you, Stephen.” Stephen wondered if he was too old for her? At twenty-eight, he knew he could easily pass for twenty-two or younger...and had been told he had a boyish youthfulness to his athletic, dark good-looks. Still he asked, “How old are you, if you don’t mind my asking. You look very young.” “I’m older than I look. I feel ancient sometimes," she murmured, looking around vaguely at the crowd milling about, the voices subdued but an occasional outburst of loud laughter. “I’m...twenty-one.” “I see. I...was afraid you might be...underage.” Stephen put his hand over hers where it still lay on his arm. “Would you like another drink? Or...maybe...we could just leave?” She gave him a deep, penetrating look, and he felt that he was melting in her liquid blue eyes. Then her low, sexy southern drawl, “That would be nice. I am here alone, although I came with a girlfriend, but she left with a producer.” He didn’t hesitate, and steered her through the crowd, noticing the men’s heads turning as she walked by them, totally oblivious to the sensation she created. He thought she was a damn tempting combination of Marilyn Monroe’s infamous vulnerability and sexiness, but also with a bit of Grace Kelly’s ice maiden in her look. His cock was hard as a rock, and he only hoped the tux hid it as they headed outside, and he had the valet bring around his Porsche. Hey, he loved the porn star income...but knew it wouldn’t last forever. Belatedly, he realized he’d failed to make any useful connections tonight, but as he gazed at the lovely creature beside him, he knew it wasn’t a total loss. Soon they were roaring through the twists and turns of the canyon, the balmy summer air smelling of tropical blossoms...and he kept glancing at Sirena, trying to get a handle on her. Although she’d seemed shy, obviously she was also naive; here she sat in the car of a perfect stranger. That somehow enhanced his arousal, just thinking of her being at his mercy...reminding him of how he loved the B&D scenes in the porno flicks. He could get off on a power trip...but as she glanced at him, her total innocence suddenly made him ashamed of his thoughts. She looked so very trusting, and damn, even that made his cock stay hard; perhaps she was a virgin? Nah, he didn’t think he could get that lucky... When he pulled off at a scenic roadside area, she looked out at the distant, sparkling lights of downtown L.A, her eyes wide with wonder. “This is a beautiful view, isn’t it?” Stephen swallowed hard, hearing his voice come out husky with passion, “Yes, I thought you’d like it.” He made a daring move closer to her, and she turned her head, her mouth near his, and he slowly brought his lips to hers, began to kiss her tentatively, running his tongue around her full lips, then putting his lips to hers, a light kiss, questioning. She responded with abandon, and he opened his mouth, tested by bringing the tip of his tongue against her lips, and they parted easily, his tongue going into her warm, inviting mouth, plundering wantonly. Breathless, he pulled back at last, and asked, “Would you like to go somewhere so we could be alone?” His cock was thick, painfully extended; when he was like this, he knew why he’d become a porn star — his dick was uncut and a good eleven inches when hard. Some of the women actresses had told him he was hung like a horse, and that he was obscenely big...almost too much. He wondered if it would be too much for this pale, fragile young woman? “I would like to see the ocean. Could we go somewhere on a deserted beach to be alone?” “What a great idea!” Stephen started the car, backed out and said, “I know just the perfect spot, it’s along the coast, one of those little-known places that has huge bluffs hiding the shore from the road.” She leaned over and took his hand. “Thank you. I really want to see the ocean, I feel like it’s the best part of California.” As he felt her caress, it was as if she had her hand on his cock; and just as he had the thought, she moved her hand to his crotch, and placed her hand lightly there, making him involuntarily shudder. “God, you have got me so hot!” Then he apologized, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to sound crude. It’s just...” “Yes, I know,” she murmured, stroking his cock through his pants a couple of times, measuring the length, the width, saying, “You are enormous, aren’t you?” “Does...it scare you? I mean...you being so petite and all.” He couldn’t believe this conversation; he’d never dreamed to get this lucky tonight. But perhaps she was a budding starlet and thought he could help her...or was simply, like some girls, turned on by his sizable cock. “No, I...think I will love it.” Then she took her hand away, and turned toward the highway as they made their way through L.A. traffic and then hit the winding coast road. He drove as fast as possible, and their conversation stayed on an intimate level, talking about what they would like to do, what they could soon do to each other. And though Stephen was a pro when it came to sex, he didn’t know if he’d ever felt as wild to have a woman...in every way. When the conversation lulled, he hoped this would not be a one- night-stand; it just had to go on and on...for already he could imagine her the star of his extreme fantasies, lying naked on a bed, that fragile but voluptuous body bound in leather and spread-eagled for his domination and sexual pleasure. Finally he found the idyllic spot, and pulled off the road, easing the car into a secluded small space between the outcropping of boulders. He powered down the window part- way, then switched off the ignition, and immediately they could hear the pounding waves in the near-distance. Sirena looked out at the tumultuous sea, at the full moon in the dark sky, and sighed, “This looks like heaven, almost as if I’m coming home.” Stephen thought that an odd remark, but only said, “I think I have a blanket in the trunk, I go to the beach a lot.” And that was true, for he kept a perpetual tan to look fit, healthy in the film work. He got out, went around and opened the door, helped her out, still amazed at her dainty frame, much shorter than himself. Something about her brought out an instinctive protectiveness, yet he couldn’t dampen the sexual fire she had also ignited within his body. As he walked, he was keenly aware of the massive size of his enlarged cock, and how conspicuous the bulge at his crotch; he caught Sirena glancing at it, and that made him red-hot. Once he had the blanket, he took her hand and they made their way slowly, carefully down the embankment; the moonlight helped guide them, and soon they were standing at the edge of the rushing surf. Sirena took off her high-heels, and began walking in the foamy seawater, oohing and aahing...saying that it felt so good. Stephen stood back watching her, thinking there was something enchanted about the scene: He could imagine it in a film, and made a frame with his hands, looking out through the camera lens at the beautiful blond fairy dancing along the edge of the ocean, looking as if she belonged here. He called out, “You must love the ocean!” And then she turned, came dancing back toward him, stopping to lift the corner of her long gown so as not to trip, and was soon standing near him. “No...actually I only got to L.A. yesterday and this is my first trip to the beach.” He was surprised, and asked, “The southern accent, you’re really from the South?” “Yes, I lived in Mississippi...a little lake...” She stopped abruptly, sighed. “I mean, there was a nice lake there, but nothing like this place.” He wanted to ask lots of questions about her, but not right now. Grabbing her hand, he tugged her back up along the shore, then along the hard-packed sand to the overhang of rocks, and pulled her into the secluded cove, spreading the blanket, then starting to kiss her frantically. She matched his pace, and soon they were both breathless, hands grasping at each other, his lips kissing her face, her neck, then making a wet path down to the V in her gown, licking there, saying, “God, I want to see your breasts, suck your nipples. Can I undress you?” She nodded, and seemed almost faint with passion; he lifted her, then lay her down on the blanket, bending over her to remove the gown, seeing that she wore only a long sheer slip beneath it, no underwear. He fell upon her, feasting on her voluminous breasts as he pulled aside the slip, devouring the flesh, and sucking hard on her ripe, pink nipples, bringing moans of pleasure from her. He was atop her now, and moving his body along the length of hers, his cock rubbing against her through the pants...and he thought if he didn’t slow down, he would surely cum in his pants. Breathing hard, he rolled off her, and lay beside her, trying to catch his breath and calm down. He stammered, “I...God...I’m...sorry. I didn’t mean this to seem like a rape, it’s...just, you got me going, you know?” Sirena sat up, and her long, thick golden hair fell over her nakedness and then...she did something very strange -- she began to sing in the most beautiful voice that Stephen had ever heard. The song was nothing he knew, but as she sang, he only became more and more excited; it was as if she was inflaming him with her voice, and suddenly, he felt an overwhelming flood of desire sweep through him, and nothing, nothing else mattered but satisfying his lust... Rapidly he stood, tore off his tuxedo, cursing as he fumbled in his haste, then naked, he saw that Sirena had lay down, spread her legs invitingly...and without hesitation, he fell upon her again, kissing her deeply, passionately, his whole body afire, his cock painfully erect, throbbing with need, dripping wet...he was groaning as her small hands went all over his muscled body, her little cries of delight urging him onward, rushing his movements as he halfway humped her without entering, just rubbing his flesh against hers, feeling the consuming lust that made him frantic to possess her, enter her... He drew back slightly, looked into her liquid blue eyes, seeing a reflection of his own lust, and then he took his cock in hand, and put it at the tip of her clit, rubbing her, teasing her, masturbating her with it, and she rose up, screamed out, began to climax as he watched, feeling it make him even wilder...and suddenly he could wait no longer, he plunged his cock as deep, as far inside her soaking wet cunt as possible. He took a deep breath, struggling for control, but he was so inflamed by now, that he began fucking her mindlessly, up and down, harder and faster, and she was crying out, “Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard!” And he was riding her as hard as he’d ever done it with anyone, his mind always flashing on to various sex scenes he’d played out for films — how hot it all was, sometimes several women, men, all of them aroused to the height of intensity, the all-seeing eye of the camera recording their very real ecstasy. Or as he began to rise toward release, he imagined that Sirena was tied to a bed, and he was fucking her in his full-dress leathers...maybe hearing the crack of a whip as a guy hit his ass with the strap...and suddenly, it was right there, the orgasm hitting him in a crushing rush that made him ride deep in her, groan in his throat, clench his teeth as his balls shot the load up, up through his cock, out, out into her clutching cunt....and he closed his eyes tight, then opened them to stare down at the lovely woman who was watching him as he spurted his cum inside her...wave after wave, his cock pumping it out...on and on...until at last, he collapsed, totally wasted and spent. They lay there for a time, quiet, regaining their senses. At last she whispered, “Can I ask you a favor?” “Sure, I guess. What?” He turned his head to look at her, saw her disheveled hair, wanted to touch her but restrained himself. “Um, I...need a few minutes alone. Promise you will not peek, if I go down to the sea alone?” “I could come with you....” “No, please. I just need...a moment alone, to think.” She sighed. “You’re a great lover, fantastic.” “Thanks and so are you.” He wondered at her mysterious air, the secretiveness about being alone...but thought nothing else, saying, “I’ll stay here, rest.” “Thanks.” She rolled over, got up, pulling her sheer slip over her nakedness, then looking at him shyly. There it was, he thought, that strange innocent look...even after the total abandon to sex they’d just shared. She silently left him, and he lay there, looking up at the rock overhang, drowsy. In fact, he thought he dozed...for when he came awake, he didn’t realize where he was. But when he did, he sat up, looking out at the sea...the waves still rushing ashore, but not seeing Sirena anywhere. He stood up, pulled on his pants, and started down the beach, heading to the shore. Looking at his watch, he estimated she’d been gone at least an hour...and he was suddenly worried. When he looked up and down the beach, both ways, it was deserted...no sign of Sirena. Alarmed now, he didn’t know what to do. Then he heard it, that strange singing, Sirena’s voice...and looking out at the ocean, where the sound came from, he could only make out the tail fin of a large fish. But then, as he watched the ocean, he saw Sirena’s head surface, and her long blond hair floating in the water...and she was singing, singing...and he wanted desperately to swim out and join her. But even as he had the thought, her lovely voice came to him on the night wind, “No...do not come near. For if you do, I will take you with me. And I must go alone now. Goodbye lover...remember me as I will remember you.” Then as he stared, he saw Sirena’s whole body floating on the surface of the water, and....at her waist, the naked skin gave way to long fish scales, with a wide tail fin, which suddenly flipped high, then made a loud splash as she dove into the ocean and disappeared. ~~ The End~~ Reader response to: mystery-woman@e247.com {NOTE: Thanks to all the reader feedback and encouragement I've gotten. 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