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Aia's Task

By Lazarus



Era was frantic.  Her hands trembled noticeably as she reached for the
sheer blouse, slipping it quickly over her arms, and then her
slight shoulders. The dark gossamer material felt soft, sensual against
her perfect skin-- as if it weren't really there.  Certainly it appeared
almost as if it wasn't.

Fumbling absently with the shiny beaded buttons, she was finally able, by
force of will alone, to close the garment over her firm young breasts.
Perhaps it was her excited agitation, or more accurately worry, that made
her turgid nipples so hard that they threatened to pierce the flimsy
fabric that was their sole concealment from the outside environment.  In
truth, the frail material did nothing to hide them-- just as she intended.
Their sculptured beauty, their proud perfection was as evident as if
she stood there completely nude for all that would view, to see.

She looked at herself in the mirror, smiling wanly, as she noted
her obvious allure.  The letter had been specific, every detail was
covered, and she had done her best to comply.  Her mini skirt was
so short that it barely hide the tiny black thong that was her only
undergarment.  Her firm trim legs were displayed sensually
by the scant ensemble,  their dusky sensuality evident as she
pirouetted once to check her attire, her stiletto heels making
any movement a challenge.

"Damn shoes," she groused,  but she knew their purpose.
Her legs were lovely with out the heels, so erotic in their muscular
definition, perfectly toned and contoured.  But with them,
the effect was breathtaking.

It was time.

The directions to the apartment were explicit, and she arrived
without incident.  She used the time to prepare herself for
she had no idea what awaited her.  The note had not told her
that part, but she surmised the worst lay ahead.

She breathed deeply, allowing a shudder to traverse her tiny
form, before she knocked.  The sound echoed in her ears,
as she braced herself for the opening of the door.

Her lover, the one who held her heart, was in peril and it
would be up to her to supply the ransom... money, jewels?
No something far more precious  than those... the kidnapper
had demanded her body;  her curvaceous form was his desire, as
it was for any man who found himself in her presence.  Tonight
she would not disappoint... tonight she would display her tawny
perfection for her lover's captor, and elicit in him a need so
strong that he would be reduced to a sniveling  whimpering
worm... then she would make him cum, as he never had before.
She would control him with her beauty, her sexual presence, and
he would become her slave.  She would do this without regret,
for the man love... she would prevail, of this she had no doubt.

The man that opened the door was large, intimidating,
and she caught her breath at his hulking presence.
Silently he escorted her into the room, showing her
the only piece of furniture present:  A bed, unkempt,
sheets slightly soiled, awaited her; and the stark reality
of what was about to occur finally pervaded he conscious.
She shivered at that realization, but her resolve was
unwavering as she followed the man to the dirty instrument
of her torture.  Her love fortified her for this travail, but it
took all her will power to remain, to not bolt to the safety
that awaited outside.

The huge behemoth seated himself, looking in
wonderment at the beauty that stood, trembling before
him.  He grinned at her dismay, seemingly enjoying
the anguish she was going thru.  He gestured to her again,
willing her to her knees before him.  He reached out
fondling a soft fleshy globe in his dirty hand, flipping with
his finger the hardened nub at the center.  His grin
widened, becoming almost maniacal, as he slipped
his trousers to the floor.

Era gasped.  He was enormous, endowed as no man
she had ever known... even imagined.  Her brown eyes
wide in amazement, she looked beseechingly at her
tormentor, knowing the intentions lying behind his
piercing eyes, but hoping she might be wrong.  She had
never serviced a cock like the one standing before  her.
Its veined shaft stood rigidly,  nodding slightly
with each heart beat.  He willed her to touch it, and she
did, tentatively, as if  it were a separate being from the man.
She tried to slip her hand around his hardened length but the
girth prevented  her.  He leered at her knowingly, reveling
in her uncertainty.

"Suck me," he whispered.

She closed her eyes.

Again she attempted to obey, but the head alone was
all her mouth could accommodate,  the velvety glans feeling
like a ripened plum to her tongue, as the rim pushed into
her palate.  She swirled her tongue over the soft intruder,
stopping for a second to explore the weeping slit at the
very end.

Ere was getting wet.  Her excitement might be the result
of her fear, but more certainly it was because of the presence
of this marvelous organ displayed for her.  She felt guilty,
worrying that her lubrication was a betrayal of her lover,
but she took comfort in the fact she was there for him, and
him alone.

She jumped as she felt the man move her tiny panties aside,
searching in her warmth for evidence of her readiness.

"You're wet,"  he breathed.

Once again she felt the guilt, but she felt another emotion
simultaneously.

Determinedly she shoved him on his back before her.  He
looked up in wonderment, and she managed to meet his gaze.
Slowly she slipped her tiny thong to the floor, her eyes
never leaving his.

Languidly she crawled over his legs, straddling  his body
until she had reached her goal... reaching down she
licked him, running her tongue down his length, swirling
it over his heavy balls.  He was so immense that
she had to steady herself, rising on her haunches until
she brought her burning dripping sex to his crown.

Softly she descended, allowing the pressure of her weight
to force his glans between her pouty softened folds.  It
took time, and determination to gain him entrance into her
soft canal, but when she had him fully inside she rested,
knowing that she had just begun...

Then someone was behind her, kissing her neck, massaging her small
pointed breasts with his hands, feeling the hardness of her swollen
nipples as he did so.  It was her love, and her heart lept at
his presence.

"I love you so much," he whispered in her ear, leaning in as
he did so, allowing her to feel his excitement against her
back. "... that you would do this for me."

She needed him now as she had never needed a man.  And she turned
to meet him.

"Take me, please," she hissed, abandoning the manhood that she
knew, that was stretching her to her very limits for the one that
belonged to the creature that help her very heart and soul.

She kissed her love then almost violently, abandoning herself to her
emotions, searching his mouth with her wanton tongue.

Slowly she pulled her slight form up his legs, bringing her open
flowing sex to his throbbing cock, its length and thickness
stretching upward as it almost touched his flat stomach.
He grabbed her by her perfect ass, so round and full, steadying
her as she allowed her grip around his neck to slacken.

His shaft, full and immensely unyielding, harder than he had ever
been before slid effortlessly into her warmth, burying itself
immediately to her core.

She looked into his eyes then, seeking her fulfillment; not
in the physical sense, that would come; but in the emotional.
She looked deep, finding his eternal love shining back.  With
that she rode him, pulling herself up and down, allowing him
to help, until the dance was complete.  They reached their
destination together, lover to lover.  She screamed out his
name as he pumped his seed deep into her waiting receptacle.

When they were done, he still held her, allowing her to feel
him slowly wither inside her, as their juices flowed
slowly out around his cock, dripping over his thighs.

"Thank you," was all he said.

She did not speak; she just pulled him close and kissed him
with her unbridled passion, for that was all she needed to do.


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