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WARNING: This story includes sexually explicit material.
Any comments, including constructive criticisms, would be
most appreciated. Please send to artemis55@hotmail.com
I would like to thank the proof-readers for all their help
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I was trying to write a 500 word story for the ASSM anniversary. I just
couldn't get this down to 500 words but I thought I'd post it anyway since I
haven't posted anything in ages.
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The Golden Touch
By Vickie Morgan
Ariadne nervously straightened her best dress and tried to look composed.
After all, it wasn't everyday that a common prostitute was summoned to the
palace. Not that Ariadne considered herself common, she was very good at
her profession. In fact, she had been having a most profitable week as her
clientele had doubled. She had been literally worked off her feet.
Slightly worrying had been the rumours flying around the city that something
strange was happening at the palace but she had taken no notice until her
turn to be summoned had arrived. She hadn't been in a position to argue
though, perched naked on top of a customer when the four armed guards had
burst in.
Now she was on her knees in front of Demitres, the King's chief advisor,
being told exactly what the situation was. She was finding it hard to
concentrate on his ponderous tones, as the room was crammed with glittering
gold artefacts. Her eyes kept straying to admire the glittering objects.
There was a golden model of just about anything she could think of. A bowl
of golden fruit attracted her attention and she wondered if she could manage
to slip some of the grapes or a pomegranate into her pocket.
"The King has been given a wonderful gift by the gods," Dimitres announced.
"But like all gifts from the gods there are some disadvantages. The King
has been unable to reach any sexual satisfaction for several days now. If
you can ease his frustration, you will be rewarded with ten times your
weight in gold."
At the mention of a reward Ariadne's attention swiftly returned to Demitres.
This seemed far too easy. Easing men's sexual frustrations was how she
made her living.
"Could you tell me what exactly is the problem?" Ariadne inquired. Demitres
cleared his throat.
"Everything King Midas touches turns to gold. Not just his hands, but also
any part of him," he explained. "His gift is unpredictable so he has to be
careful. Over there is what happened when he sneezed yesterday. You can
see that only small parts of the material have turned to gold but the
unfortunate slave who was holding the cloak has been completely
transformed."
Ariadne took a closer look at the gold statues around the room.
"That's Penelope!" she cried in horror, looking at a statue of a naked girl
kneeling, her outstretched hands clutching at nothing. She crossed to take
a closer look but it was definitely her neighbour, now solid metal. Ariadne
shuddered in horror at such a hideous fate but still had enough presence of
mind to slip Penelope's rings off and into her pocket. They had originally
been cheap trinkets but now they too were gold and would be worth a fortune.
"Yes, she attempted to use material to shield herself but as you can see it
didn't work," Demitres said with a long-suffering sigh.
"Has he tried satisfying himself," Ariadne inquired delicately,
demonstrating with her hand to illustrate what she meant.
Demitres' lip curled. "King Midas does not want to take the chance of
anything untoward happening," he informed her. "Part's of the king's beard
and hair have been turned to gold when he touched them. Better to lose a
few prostitutes then risk part of the king. So now it's your turn. In you
go."
As she was ushered through the imposing double doors into the king's
presence Ariadne's mind was working frantically. She had to bring the king
to orgasm without physically touching him! No wonder they had called in
professionals. But if her predecessors had all failed, she would obviously
have to do something special if she was going to do any better. Penelope
had been one of the best whores in the city. Fortunately, Ariadne knew she
was the best and this was her chance to prove it. All she needed was a bit
of imagination.
She swiftly took the pins out of her hair and let it fall down her back.
She ran her fingers through the glossy black strands that were long enough
to tickle the backs of her thighs. Then she slipped off her cloak,
tightened the straps of her dress so that it clung to her figure, thrust her
chest forward and swayed into the room. The king was half sprawled on a bed
at one end of a candlelit room while musicians played behind a concealing
screen. The bed and floor and walls were all solid gold and the king was
completely naked, parts of his hair and beard glittering yellow, just as
Demitres had said.
Ariadne moved into the centre of the room and waited for the king to notice
her. He waved his hand in her general direction and Ariadne took that as
enough invitation. She began a seductive dance, the swing of her hair
accenting her movements. Slowly she began to remove her clothes item by
item, tossing them at the foot of King Midas' bed. She now had his
attention. She smiled to herself; the only good thing about following the
other girls was that the king must be pretty aroused already, which would
save her some work. Once she was naked beneath her cloak of hair, she
continued to dance. While she swayed alluringly to the music, she caught a
lock of hair and twisted it up on top of her hair, securing it with one of
the pins she had held on to. She repeated the manoeuvre until gradually her
naked body was revealed as her hair was piled on top of her head. She
danced nearer and nearer to the king until she reached his side as the last
strand of hair was pinned to her crown.
Stopping just out of reach, she raised her arms above her head and twirled
slowly so King Midas could admire her sleek body. She began running her
hands over her body in the way she knew the king must be longing to do. She
cupped her breasts, flicking her nipples to make them harden and stand out.
She turned around, spread her legs wide and bent from her waist. She cupped
her buttocks and pulled them apart, giving the king a good view. She
trailed her fingers along her crack, stroking and prodding each sensitive
part she came across. She began to gasp and moan as if she was becoming
excited. She could see that she definitely had the king's full attention.
He was propped up on an elbow following her every movement. Ariadne
increased her movements and her sighs, titling her head and licking her
breasts as they dangled in her face. She built her act towards its climax,
thrusting two fingers inside herself and panting noisily, until she gave a
series of small shrieks and then collapsed gracefully onto the floor.
After a moment to regain her breath after her performance, she crawled
closer to the king's bed. She was pleased to see that he was already erect
and throbbing, just as she has hoped. She began to blow gently on him,
playing her breath over his skin, as she would have normally used her
tongue. She was careful to hook her hands under the edge of the bed to
ensure she wouldn't forget and touch King Midas. The only thing she could
safely touch the king with was her breath but she would need to be
inventive. She took a mouthful of mulled wine to change her breath and let
the warm moist air flow over him. He twitched and moaned a little in
response. Next she crunched up some ice and let the bits rain down on him,
watching him gasp and shudder as the cold fragments instantly turned to
scraps of gold. Pleased with her success so far, she began to alternate the
hot and cold, ignoring the ache in her teeth but careful to keep her
distance. She was as vigilant as she could be but once a small lock of her
hair brushed the king's ribs and stiffened to yellow metal.
Soon King Midas began to moan and writhe and Ariadne knew he was approaching
his first orgasm in days. She warily pulled back and let her mind drift to
thoughts of the villas she was going to buy and the slaves she would acquire
with her reward. Lost in blissful daydreams of the luxury she would shortly
enjoy, she failed to notice an exceptionally vigorous spurt of sperm that
splashed on her chin and turned her instantly to gold.
Copyright Vickie Morgan, 2000
E-mail artemis55@hotmail.com
Website, still in the process of being completed:
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This is where I usually beg for feedback. If you read this story, please
take the time to drop me an e-mail. I calculated that it takes at least
twice as long to write a story as it does to read it, and that long again to
edit it. So when you read a story the writer has spent at a minimum four
times as long to produce it. So please take two minutes to e-mail writers.
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