"At The Car Wash"
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Michael stared out through the flute across the terrace into the darkness.
Behind him his mistress purred with anticipation as she led the unresisting girl down the antechamber and into the secret lair of her bedchamber, where, if the flame of ravishing craving illuminating her dark eyes gave squeezing out to her real intentions, her victim would almost immediately be totally consumed in the furious fires of unnatural desire.
This had been his birthday bestow to her but he could not prevent a cold vibrate as the door closed and he contemplated her probable destiny. Knowing Angel as he did, being conscious of the volcano of primal lust buried full of meaning beneath that unruffled countenance and having witnessed her awe-inspiring power on the singular occasions that it was unleashed; he doubted if the enchanted and bemused sacrifice would survive the night.
Anyway the victim was no longer his disquiet and it was schedule for him to be introduced to Angel’s pets. His mistress had experienced him often and on each induce he had been brought almost to the central theme of final oblivion before he gained his make available. But perhaps that was the whole top of their relationship, even oblivion was her gift to keep back or allow as she willed.
All he could do was delay for the proceedings of the hours of darkness to unfold and for a trivial while there was an illusion of security in this softly illuminated room where he had spent the last hours in lovely company.
As though on cue he heard the quiet laugh, almost inaudible but in a strange way filling the declare with its mumble of allure. There it was again, a tinkling gurgle of delight delightful charge of his senses and picture him across the carpet in the direction of the door leading into the entry.
He grinned as he recognised the warning pull. So this was how they attracted their victims, an innocent sound with an overtone of understated promises.
Well I can take part in these games as well as you and I have been promised much entertainment in your group. Amused at the thought, he walked gently through the antechamber into the dining space with its parapet lined with dramatic pictures alternating with full-length mirrors. This was where the trap would be agree and the look for begun. As he predictable the room was empty, merely a slight waver in the part of the nearest glass, perhaps a knack of the luminosity or imagination. He would bake them come to him.
The pale from the pleasing to the eye wall lamps little by little dimmed and the subtle scent of musk and roses assailed his nostrils as the first of the two sirens stepped delicately out of the mirror at the a lot end of the scope. Her head was bent to one side as she peered diffidently at him through the mass of long black pelt which cascaded around her slim shoulders. Long and radiant, it fell in waves to her waist; her minor pert breasts playing hide and seek out in the gloom mass. She seemed to be no more than a product, if it were not for her eyes so obscurity and inviting, eyes full of the assurance of unimaginable sexuality.
Yet this was no human being female. The eyes were now unchanging on his, the pea green irids flecked with silver, surrounding large black pupils gash vertically like those of a cat.
Closer she came and Michael felt the small hairs at the nape of his collar rise up in delicious anticipation as she at a snail's pace stretched out her furnish and let her delicate fingers explore where they grew before emotive slowly to stroke the lobe of his ear.
The pupils widened into black orbs as she stared full of meaning into his countenance, her sweet cheery breath quickened as though to beat time with his own and she smiled, a wide knowing wicked smirk that told of intimate secrets plucked from the depths of his being, dark desires and fantasies recognized and promised in retort.
His body responded to her challenge and he felt himself set and grow beneath the silk of his robe. He leant send on in the take the chair to capture her small hands and draw her to him but she was like a wraith, slipping though his eager fingers, her soft laugh teasing his senses into awakening and frustration. As he approached she detained out her supply and let it be full in his grasp, then with a quick-thinking backward step she pulled him though the tumbler into that other planet that was her mother country, letting him occur into her arms as the ambush was completed by her sister who, seizing him around the waist from behind, with backtalk agape struck full of meaning into his throat with her needle be fond of fangs. His struggles increasingly faded as the heady venom entering his veins took his power and the two sirens, now wound tightly similar serpents around the victim, began to tone down their hunger.
He drifted in and out of consciousness, a extraordinary erotic lethargy attractive him down into a world of lascivious metaphors enhanced by the constantly shifting winding hug of their bodies before a live audience incessantly against his flesh as they took lush pleasure in their reward. They writhed and stretched suggestively as they fed, the one compelling his lifeblood, the other drinking from entrenched from the well of his being.
And as they drank he became one with them, their lethargic satiated thoughts sliding into his brain, their knowledge and sensation becoming one with his. And each was overflowing with wonder at the extra found experience.
At last, replete and content, they began to tint and groom each other with soft moist kisses and long sweeping caresses of the tongue.
Now as one with them, Michael enjoyed these intimate attentions as every part of him was treasured in this intimate caring, he in his turn paying homage to the delicate flesh and quiet silky skin with his own skilful ministrations.
A diverse hunger began to get nearer upon him as the delicate contact of mouths and hands beguiled his senses. They too knew his excitement and answered with their own provocation, warm lascivious feelings drifting from one to the other as they enthused slowly in an erotic dance of lust. Pain and pleasure were sundry in exquisite copy charge as quick-witted teeth and sly wet tongues sought after out sensitive flesh to agony and soothe in on a par measure.
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