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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete the file. Note: This work is copyrighted to the author, 
Nessus and should not be used for commercial gain by any other persons. This 
includes posting on any commercial site.  Otherwise ....enjoy!



Yuki
Book Two of a Political Saga
(Note: You MUST read `Protection' first)
By

Nessus

Music: (Yuki's Theme) "Sly" by Massive Attack on the "Protection" CD

Chapter Five

We rode in silence in the cab and I got the distinct feeling that Chorister 
was nervous. I on the other hand was not, although there was a strange 
excitement running through me as I felt her big body pressed against me in 
the back seat of the cab.

Standing on the sidewalk outside the hotel as the cab roared off, Chorister 
suddenly stopped. "I can see photographers," she said quietly, "waiting in 
the lobby and we can't have photographs of the two of us around. I'll go 
around the back and you go through the lobby. It's you they want anyway," 
she smiled at me.

"Me? Why would people want to take my photograph, please?"

"You're a movie star, remember and you're beautiful. That's enough in New 
York. See you upstairs." I blinked and she had vanished into the night.

The doorman opened the door for me, smiling and tugging at his cap, and I 
walked into the lobby to be greeted by a sudden silence. Then, in a rush, a 
group of about five or so paparazzi converged, cameras flashing as I walked 
quickly to the elevator, ignoring their cries to turn this way or to turn 
that way.

I breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator doors closed and in a few 
moments, I was standing outside the door to the suite. Before I could get 
the key from my purse, Chorister swung the door open for me and I slipped 
inside. The lighting was low and the New York City skyline dominated the 
room through the windows. Without looking at Chorister, I walked to the 
stereo and found a station playing jazz, filling the awkward silence with a 
low sensual rhythm.

I turned my back to her, standing in the centre of the room. "Please, it is 
difficult to unzip." I felt her moving behind me, her heavy breathing on the 
back of my bare neck as her trembling fingers struggled with the zipper of 
my dress.

Finally, she moved it down and I felt her eyes on my back as her fingers 
brushed the black lace bra strap and the small of my back. I could hear her 
rough breath as I stood passively waiting, my dress open at the back, my own 
excitement building.

Suddenly, her lips brushed my throat and nuzzled my ear as her fingers 
stroked my hair. "Yuki,' she throatily whispered in my ear, her breath hot 
on my cheek and I melted back into her arms as her hands slipped through the 
opening of my dress to cup my breasts.

We stood like that for a moment as the lights of the city danced before us, 
her fingers stroking the lace of my bra cups as her lips brushed my cheek. 
Then, wordlessly, she took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Chorister 
looked down at me and slowly brought her face down to kiss me, her kisses 
light and soft on my lips as her hands slipped the dress from my shoulder so 
it puddled around my shoes.

She stood back and looked at me standing there in my erotic lingerie and her 
eyes widened. "God," she exclaimed throatily and she held me tight, sealing 
my lips with a passionate and lingering kiss.

My body smouldered and it felt like my period came in a rush, as my panties 
became so wet. Gently, she removed my bra and she stared as my large breasts 
hung free, bending to gently kiss the nipples, teasing them with her tongue.

Chorister laid me back on the bed, sliding my panties and my garter belt off 
but leaving my stockings and shoes on. Lying back on the white pillows as 
the city lights lit the room, my hair splaying across the white linen, I 
watched her face as she stared at my hairless pussy, slick with my juices.

A long delicate kiss and her lips slid down my throat, exploring every inch 
of my neck and my ears as her fingers caressed my breasts. I heard a low 
animal growl in the darkness and suddenly realised with a shock that it was 
I, moaning in guttural pleasure as my smouldering desire exploded into a 
raging inferno.

Her lips travailed to my breasts and my stomach, lingering on my pubic bone 
but ignoring my yearning pussy, travelling instead on to the inside of my 
thighs where she teased inside my legs. Gently she slid each stocking down, 
her lips travelling behind the nylon until she was gently sucking my toes, 
my shoes tossed carelessly in the corner. When she had finished each foot, I 
was wantonly splayed across the bed, trembling with a desire, a hunger; I 
had never felt before.

I cried out when her lips gently nuzzled my pussy and then they retreated, 
coming back to travel up and down with a gentle flick directly on to my 
clitoris. "So wet," she murmured. "So sweet," and I watched through half 
closed eyes as her finger rubbed against my pussy, collecting my juices 
until she smiled at me as she gently licked my juices from her finger.

"Please," I cried softly, not knowing what I was begging for but so full of 
lust I didn't care.

Her face lowered to my bald pussy and, this time, she stayed using her lips, 
tongue and her nose to push me further and further and I rose to each new 
level, not knowing what was waiting but groaning, moaning and yelling as I 
trembled on that bed.

It hit me with a long lingering deep rush, holding me in its grip as I cried 
out loudly, my fingers in her hair as her talented tongue took me to the 
edge and over until I yelled with the final intensity of my first orgasm.

Chorister held me for a moment, gently kissing and caressing me as I fought 
to regain my breath. Then she pulled away and I watched her strip to her 
plain cotton underwear. Her body was toned and tight with breasts much 
smaller than mine, giving her a more masculine appearance compared to the 
softness of mine. Soon, she was naked, rubbing her body against me in the 
dark as I cuddled her. We lay like that for minutes, her fingers gently 
roaming over my body until, to my disbelief, I felt my desire building 
again.

"Again?" I croaked my body moving against her hand as her finger started to 
explore inside me.

"The benefits of being a woman," she murmured. Suddenly, she slipped away 
and a few moments later returned to the bed. My eyes widened in shock when I 
saw a dildo jutting from her crotch, attached by a strap around her waist. 
"Shh," she soothed. "Do you trust me?" I nodded slowly, looking up at her 
through wide and frightened eyes.

I felt the tip of the dildo at the entrance of my pussy and I held her tight 
to me, her breasts flattening against mine as she slowly slid it in. "Hold 
me," she whispered and I held her tightly, waiting for the pain. The pain 
was sudden, tight and I groaned as it intensified and she was suddenly 
filling me with that fake cock.

We lay like that until the pain subsided and she slowly started to move in 
and out until desire covered the pain. Suddenly, she stopped again, just 
holding me, the cock filling me as she flexed her pubic bone against my 
clitoris. "Chorister," I whispered in her ear as I felt her sweat on my 
lips. "Fuck me please," I begged urgently and she started to build to a 
powerful rhythm, taking control of my body until I was writhing under her in 
passion.

"Princess," she croaked. "My princess," as I cried out as an orgasm, 
completely different from my first swept over me like a long warm wave at 
the beach.  She held me for a long moment and then slowly withdrew, leaving 
me huddled on the bed as salty tears trickled down my cheeks.

Chorister sank onto the bed and pressed against me, the dildo gone so I 
could feel her thick pubic hair against my bottom. "Yuki?" She whispered in 
my ear when she saw the tears. "Are you all right? Does it hurt?"

I smiled through the tears. "No, it does not hurt too much. I feel very 
happy." She cuddled me for a while until I turned towards her, wiping my 
tears away on the pillowcase. "I wish to please you," I whispered. "Shall I 
get the thing?" I asked with eyes lowered.

Chorister shook her head and smiled up at me as I leaned over her, her eyes 
were closed. "No, I don't really enjoy that. It felt wonderful making love 
to you, seemed natural."

I kissed her gently on the lips. "Then I would like to love you another 
way," I whispered, kissing her small breasts as I slid down her taught 
stomach.

"You don't have to," she said but her legs were all ready parting.

"I would like very much to do it. And do not forget," I added with a little 
smile, "I have experience."

Her pussy was covered with thick pubic hair, wet and matted from her juices 
and using the strap-on. My tongue travelled over her plump lips and gently 
caressed her pulsing nubbin. Her breathing was ragged and she groaned 
gutturally as I pleased her.

When her orgasm came, she cried out and held me close, as her breathing 
became normal. I then crawled up beside her, snuggled against her while we 
slept.

End Chapter Five (More chapters soon)
(Nessus29@hotmail.com)
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading.
This is the second book in the series called `A Political Saga'.
If you are confused, it's because you haven't read Book One first! Do so, as 
it makes it all clear.
All my stories, including `Protection' are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org
As always, interested in your comments (nessus29@hotmail.com)
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