Part 13 . . .Reality in the Twilight Zone
Snama's hand in his own was a thing alive - pulsing, throbbing, just like her heart would have under his hand.
A few moments beat by, and then, unable to contain himself, Neshe raised her hand to his mouth, his lips settling in the center of her palm.
It was as if Snama's hand had become her entire being, the way he kissed and kissed.
His lips, hot and hungry, traced infinite patterns all over her palm, often straying onto and between the fingers, kissing, licking, nipping, as the miles were eaten up by the car.
As the limo turned into the driveway, he viciously bit into her luscious mount of venus.
Disembarking from the limo, Snama had excused herself for a few minutes, leaving Neshe to his own devices.
When she came down, he was in the living room, waiting for her, a purple silken robe having replaced the suit he had been wearing all day. On a table sat a chilled jug of the same sherbet that he had mixed them last night.
Snama had just removed her jewelery, except for her tiny gold initialed ring on her right baby finger, and the heavy ring he had given and branded her with on her left heart finger.
She had walked down barefoot finding the cool floors underfoot strangely soothing. By contrast, Neshe's smile was warm, his eyes alight with the same fire she had noticed at times last night too. His question was simple, direct.
"Where do I unwrap you?"
"Wherever you will . . ." she replied with a throaty laugh, accepting the glass of sherbet he held up for her.
"The evening's been wonderful Neshe ..." she said in a serious tone, "This Ram Leela .. it was an exquisite experience I'll never forget."
"Its something purely India." He said ...
" And so beautiful"
"Well . . . most of that is your eyes"
She just smiled.
"You were completely absorbed . . ."
"Oh yes ... it had an an effect ..."
and then, as if to elaborate "Just like you have on me"
He smiled.
"It's mutual Madame,"
"Is it?" she asked, half serious, half cajoling ..
"You can ascertain for yourself, Madame .." he responded by pulling undone the knot of the belt that tied his robe at his waist, which fell open, causing Snama to gasp.
Though she wasn't exactly a stranger to the sight of Neshe's erect phallus, the way he had imperiously bared it for her totally overwhelmed Snama.
Having done that, Neshe did not move from where he was standing, neither did he say anything, his eyes locked into hers as he saw her flush a deep red, the sapphire blue of her eyes darken to almost a night sky.
Suddenly Snama felt an urge to escape from the captivity of his gaze, to somehow break free.
With a swift uncoiling of herself from the loveseat she'd been sitting on, she closed the gap between them, both her hands rising to his shoulders and in one fluid movement, divesting him of the robe completely.
"Now, now, who's unwrapping whom?" he laughed as he he felt her hand, soft and cool, slide down his hard belly, and hold him.
Pressing herself to him, she sought his mouth, lips just touching his, her fingers sending a million electric messages to him silently ...
"May I, Neshe? "she asked " May I?" Punctuating her whispers with tiny kisses on his mouth.
He gently guided her to a kneel between his legs.
On her knees, Snama was in a position of worship, and she did so worship the nature of the man before her. Through her, he shall feel as a God, omni-potent, when in fact she knew it was she who was to be omni-potent now.
"Neshe" she said, with her hands running up and down the sides of his hips "place your hands behind your back and clasp your hands. Do not, under any circustances let them go."
He looked down to her eyes with amusement but he did consent. "Snama, you fox...what is this?" he asked as he placed his hands behind himself and held them together.
She placed one hand around his smoothly bare testicles, and the other held his lingam. "This is my indulgence." she replied, looking up to him with temptation.
"Any objections?"
"None. Do indulge"
She smiled. "Please stand with your legs apart for me." He did so and she smiled approvingly into his eyes.
Bowing, she kissed and licked the tops of his feet completely, running the tip of her tongue in the eight grooves between his toes. Her hands ran along the back of his hard calves and her tongue ran up each of his shins one at a time, from his ankles to his knees.
Neshe could only look down in wonder, aroused so by her actions and surety. Once she had reached his knees with her mouth at the front and her hands at the back, she stopped and rose to her feet.
She left him standing in position, and helped herself to a mouthful of sherbet. She returned to Neshe with the ice cold sweetness in her mouth and kissed his lips, parting them with her tongue, draining the sherbet into his mouth. Without thought his hands reached out to hold her in the kiss.
Snama pulled back, grabbed him by the wrists, and commanded "Behind your back Neshe...do not let go."
He growled but did move his hands back and clasped them together again.
"Good Neshe, now please, remain in this position as i have asked."
She leaned down to his chest with cold lips,and sucked first at the right then the left, making his nipples stiffen.
Walking now behind him, Snama returned to her knees. Her hands ran this time up the front of his thighs and she licked with her tongue up the backs of them, one at a time, from the back of the knees to his buttocks.
Her hands came around his hips, to his ass and held hard the muscles of each cheek. She softened her tongue and licked from the bottom to the top of the cleft between his firm muscular backside. She placed the four fingers of each hand between the cleft, parting his tight bottom, and licked again..from the bottom to the top of his cleavage, her tongue reaching deep....but not yet deep enough.
With prying fingers, she pulled him further yet apart, and he was exposed, the dark closed hole of his anus appearing to her eyes. Here she tongued him, not to penetrate, but to tease and make wet.
She could hear his breathing, controlled yet heavy.
With a sharp nip to each hard buttock cheek, she caused Neshe to cry out in surprise.
Once again, she arose to her feet, drank more sherbet into her mouth, and kissed it into his mouth. As she did, she held his stiff shaft in her hand and stroked it, her fingers pressing lightly along the vein that filled his penis with red hot blood. His tongue cold, icy, ran across her mouth.
She pulled away, and lowered her mouth to his hard brown nipples and sucked and bit gently.
She bent down, lifted the hem of her saree to her thighs and knelt again with her bare knees on the floor. She delved two of the fingers of her right hand into the wetness of her kuss plunging deep and coating her fingers with slick moist woman lubrication.
With these moistened fingers she reached into the crevice of his ass and toyed with and wet his back entrance. With her left hand she stroked his lingam in smooth rythym. She could feel him tensing, building in excitement.
Her fingers probed, pushed, and she poked her middle finger deep into the recess of his ass, feeling the hot tight velvet texture of his insides. At the same time she took the dark hot head of his penis to her lips and spit a tiny splash of saliva onto it. She smoothed the tip of his cock across her lips, making them wet.
Snama ran her tongue from the base of his manroot to the underside of it's tip, and played around here then toyed with the tiny hole of emission. Neshe moaned.
Now, with one finger buried deep in his ass, she took his cock deep into her mouth and enveloped him in it, sinking him deep toward her throat.
His hips began to push and thrust, fucking himself into her mouth. She kept time with his rythym, feeling him slide in and out between her lips on the bed of her tongue. Her finger inside his ass curled and tickled his walls, and finding his prostate, she pressed and released, and pressed, and released. She continued this teasing of his inner gland as she sucked with love and to draw his love from him.
Neshe, with his hands held behind his back, was captive...pinned by one finger, caged in one mouth. He began to lunge his hips forward harder and harder into her and she steadily worked her finger on his prostate.
He could not hold back...he reached forward, pulled the pins from her hair and it fell loose about her shoulders, still slightly damp having been tightly rolled partially wet.
His hands grabbed handfuls of her cool hair in a tight grip and he thrust deep and deeper into her mouth until she had milked him to the point of explosion.
And so he did...he exploded with glorious vigour into her mouth, crying out lustily, and nearly choking her with his self absorbed need. Her finger inside his ass could feel his heaving and pulsing, the spasming of his muscles gripping her finger in back as he came like hot lava from a volcano into her mouth.
She drank down his potentcy, his life fluid...and fed herself heartily and with pleasure. She wiped the small amount of semen that had spilled out onto her lips and chin with her fingers, then licked them clean.
Neshe dropped now to his knees and they together held each other there on the floor. Snama nibbled on Neshe's earlobe and murmurred lovingly "mmmmm....so good."
 The Blue Saarree |
| Retreat |
| Index |
| Disclaimer |
Send E-Mail to: orientaldespot@yahoo.co.uk
Copyright © 2003 Oriental Despot & korpilakko. All Rights Reserved