Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (50 page)

No,
more than a twitch. That felt quite nice.

Xie-Mu
turned her back to him. She backed into him and rubbed the shapely curves of
her ass against his groin. A twitch became a throb. She took his hands in hers
and brought them around her body and pressed them against her breasts. He felt
their weight and softness between his palms. She was very much atypical for an
Oriental girl in this regard. Her nipples were hard like bullets. Smythe rubbed
them beneath his fingers and Xie-Mu gave a soft sigh.

“Would
you really like to try it out?” Xie-Mu turned her head to him, letting Smythe’s
lips brush across her smooth cheek.

So
it was the same as all those other furtive knocks on hotel doors, Smythe
thought.

“Yes,”
he said. He didn’t really need much encouragement.

Xie-Mu
took a step forward. She turned her head back to glance at Smythe. She undid
the sash around her waist. Her robe slipped off her shoulders and slid down her
body to form a black puddle of silk at her feet. She wasn’t wearing anything
underneath.

What
a body.

Through
his ‘hobby’, Smythe had seen a lot of beautiful women naked. He’d even gone on
to fuck most of them. There were limits to what money could buy. Xie-Mu was
almost in the category above—the one reserved for top actresses and
models. Her body was a work of art.

In
more ways than one.

Tattoos
covered her body. Her skin, with the exception of her hands, neck and face, was
a canvas of rich, fantastic imagery. Smythe had seen tattooed girls before,
their adornments ranging from delicate little flowers or butterflies to larger
designs sprawling across their back and shoulders, but he’d never stood in the
same room as a girl tattooed to this extent.

“Beautiful,”
he said, running a hand across her shoulder.

“It’s
a tradition in my clan,” Xie-Mu said. “Outsiders sometimes find it a little
strange.”

“Not
at all,” Smythe said. “It’s very exotic.”

He
traced a finger along the black wings inked over her shoulder blades. Unlike
most tattooed wings, they were not the feathered wings of an angel. They were
sable-black and looked more like the wings of a bat. Or devil.

Perhaps
she was showing she was a very bad girl indeed, Smythe thought with a grin.

Or
maybe they weren’t wings at all. They trailed streamers like the elaborate fins
of tropical fish. They could be fins. There were similar, smaller designs
tattooed on her lower back. Fins also fit in better with the rest of the
tattoos.

There
was a marine theme to the artwork on her body. Her flesh was tattooed in
different shades of blue. The seas of her skin were filled with fantastic sea
creatures. Serpents, dragons, fish, sharks, crabs, squid; all formed an exotic
collage on a background of blue waves and crashing foam. So much detail, Smythe
thought. He could stare at her all night. How many hours had she lain beneath
the tattooist’s needle?

Smythe
circled her and saw it wasn’t only her back she’d decorated. Her front
continued the oceanic theme. Tentacles of octopi coiled around her breasts. A
large crab with an iridescent shell stood atop her mons. Its claws reached up
across her flat body until it looked like her navel was held aloft in its
grasping pincers.

Xie-Mu
had had enough of Smythe admiring the intricate canvas of her body. Her hands
slid behind his ass and she pulled his body close to hers. She rubbed up
against Smythe’s groin and he felt a thrill surge through him.

Xie-Mu’s
almond eyes gleamed as she crouched down before him. She unbuckled his trousers
and then pulled them down along with his underwear. Smythe’s erection bobbed
out into the open air.

Now
that was a sight for sore eyes, Smythe thought.

“Works
fast,” he said.

Xie-Mu
didn’t say anything. She caressed a soft hand up and down his shaft. She stared
at Smythe with deep brown eyes. Her mouth opened and she dabbed her pink tongue
against the fleshy mushroom head of Smythe’s dick.

Oh
yes, he thought, closing his eyes as her moist tongue wrapped around the
underside of his glans. A little shudder of pleasure ran through him as she
guided him into the warm interior of her mouth.

She
cradled his balls in her hand and didn’t take her gaze off him as she bobbed
her head up and down. She was good. Really good, Smythe amended, as he gave an
involuntary quiver as she used her teeth to lightly run down his shaft. His
hips started to follow the bobbing motions of her head.

She
was experienced enough to know to stop before pushing him over the edge too
soon. For which Smythe was grateful. As much as he’d happily shoot his load
right into the moist heat of her mouth, that would mean missing out on greater
pleasures to come.

She
led him to a bed. Smythe lay back on the soft mattress as Xie-Mu climbed on top
of him. She had no compunctions about kissing. That wasn’t so unusual. The high
class girls were high class because they knew exactly how to treat their
clients. Even then, unless they were one of the really good girls, there was
always a sense of them holding back. Not so with Xie-Mu. She lay on top of
him—her lithe body against his—and kissed him with all the passion
of first love. Smythe put his arms around her and savoured the feel of her lips
against his, her tongue locked with his.

She
ended the kiss and sat up to straddle him properly. Her moist pussy kissed the
paunch of Smythe’s lower body. She reached behind him for his dick.

Suddenly,
familiar doubts welled up to the surface. Dark fears—of size, of
performance—oozed out from the dark crevices of his mind where they’d
been hiding and slithered down his body to choke the base of his penis.

Xie-Mu
must have seen the concern on his face.

“You
don’t need to worry about your size satisfying me,” she soothed. “The
stereotypes are more than true in my case.”

Indeed
they were, Smythe thought. He was shocked—pleasantly so—at how
tight she was. She moved down until his cock rested against the entrance to her
vagina then slowly, exquisitely slowly, sat down. His manhood entered her
luxurious warmth, centimetre by glorious centimetre. He felt resistance as her
vagina stretched to accommodate him fully.

As
good as it felt, it brought home to Smythe what he’d been missing. All those
years, sliding his tiny dick into the slack pussies of experienced women.

Begone
doubts, he thought. Why obsess over the past when the present felt this good.

“Once
you’ve finished that course of pills every woman will feel this good,” Xie-Mu
said.

She
sighed as she sank all the way down his cock. That felt so good, Smythe thought
and it was only the start of something better.

Xie-Mu
hooked her feet against his shins, bracing her body as she started to bounce on
his cock. She wriggled her hips as she moved up and down, making sure every
part of his cock was caressed by the inner walls of her silky smooth pussy.

This
good? Smythe didn’t care how expensive that box of pills was. If only half of
what Xie-Mu had said was true it was still worth the price.

He
threw back his head and closed his eyes as the lithe Oriental girl rode his
body. She wasn’t shy in articulating her desire either. Her sighs increased in
volume, becoming full-blown cries of passion. Caught up in the moment, Smythe
started to moan his own pleasure.

He
felt a pleasurable stirring in his balls.

No,
not yet, not yet. He wanted to delay the moment of release to prolong the
pleasure. Not yet.

Xie-Mu
was really into it. Her cheeks were flushed red and her almond eyes shut as she
thrust up and down on him. As she moved on top of him, Smythe noticed an odd
thing happening with her tattoos. Her breasts swayed, her back arched, her taut
stomach contorted and the fantastic seascape drawn on her skin seemed to come
alive. Serpents roared, pincers snapped shut, fish leapt and tentacles writhed.
The artist who’d worked on her body was a genius to create such an optical
illusion.

Her
cries grew louder and louder until she settled right in Smythe’s lap and gave a
loud moan. Her pussy, already moist, suddenly became soaking wet.

She’d
come? Smythe thought, feeling a small thrill of pride. His cock was deluged
with her juices. They spilled out of her vagina and dribbled down over his
balls.

Smythe
scrunched his eyes shut. Oh fuck. Her pussy felt heavenly—tight, warm and
now very slippery. Xie-Mu knew Smythe wasn’t done, so neither was she. She
resumed riding his body, only this time her movements were slow and deliberate.
She let her hips slide up and down Smythe’s cock with exquisite slowness. Tight,
yet lubricated enough for Smythe to slide all the way inside her delicious
little cunt. She controlled the movements of her ass, using each stroke to
elevate him to a higher plateau of bliss.

Finally,
he could take it no more. He gave vent to a loud moan and surrendered to his
own orgasm. Her vagina trembled around him as he spurted his seed inside her
with great, throbbing pulses. Xie-Mu wriggled on top of him, trying to draw the
moment out for as long as possible before, exhausted, she collapsed down on top
of Smythe. They lay like that for a while, arms around each other as they
waited for their breathing to slow and their bodies to cool down.

“Is
that a normal part of the delivery?” Smythe asked.

“No,
that’s for me,” Xie-Mu said. She kissed him on the cheek before bouncing off
the bed.

Smythe
admired her naked body as she retrieved her silk robes. Her tattooist was a
master artisan. As she moved her fantastic designs seemed to move with her. The
black wings or fins seemed to glide across her skin with each nimble footfall.

“It’s
the best part of my work,” she said as she slid her black silk robes over her
shoulders, once more hiding the exotic canvas of her body from the eyes of the
world. “I find men I can comfortably have sex with.”

Smythe
paused as he took in the implications of what she’d said.

“I’m
not sure whether I should take that as a compliment or a slight,” he laughed.

Xie-Mu
stood by the open window, lost in thought as she stared out across the bustling
city. Smythe padded up behind her, letting his hands roam over the sinuous
curve of her hips.

“The
worst part is knowing the treatment I give them will prevent them from ever
having sex with me again,” Xie-Mu said.

Smythe
leant over and nuzzled her neck. He was tempted right there and then to screw
the treatment entirely if it meant he could fuck her every night.

“It’s
what must be done,” she said, shrugging him off.

Smythe
caught a strange tang in the air—salty like a breeze coming in off the
ocean, fresh and invigorating.

“Can
you smell the sea?” he asked. The city was inland as far as he knew.

“It’s
possible sometimes,” Xie-Mu said, “if you’re high enough. There’s a breeze that
comes in off the ocean that rises above the smog and noise of the city. I like
it.”

“Better
than exhaust fumes,” Smythe said.

Xie-Mu
kissed him on the cheek. “I must go now,” she said.

She
walked to the door, on the way collecting the suitcase of cash Smythe had
brought as payment. He admired the taut peach of her ass as the silken fabric
of her gown rubbed against it.

“One
thing,” Xie-Mu said as she reached the door. “While you’re taking the pills you
must not masturbate.”

“What,
you mean I can’t have a wank?” Smythe said. What an odd condition.

“The
medicine loosens the lining of the blood vessels in your penis,” Xie-Mu
explained. “During this time your penis will be extremely sensitive. Any kind
of rough treatment could cause permanent damage.”

Permanent
damage? Smythe didn’t like the sound of that.

“You
can still have regular intercourse.”

Eh?

“Sex
is fine, but masturbation isn’t?” Smythe wasn’t entirely sure on the logic of
that.

Xie-Mu
smiled. “Men are a little rougher with themselves when they attend to their
private needs,” she explained before leaving.

If
you say so, Smythe thought. Oh well. Ms Palm and her five young daughters would
have to go without for a while. He could handle that.

He
turned and stared greedily at the ornate little casket sitting in the centre of
the open briefcase. It was filled with little round white spheres that
glittered like precious pearls.

Especially
given the rewards awaiting him.

* *
* *

“Oh
my god!” Jo exclaimed as she pulled down Smythe’s boxer shorts.

Smythe
stood before her, feeling pretty damn pleased with himself at that moment. The
course of pills might have been expensive—really damn expensive,
actually—but right now, looking at Jo’s open-mouthed expression, Smythe
felt they were worth every penny.

“You’ve...uh...changed,”
she said and then laughed.

Smythe
could scarcely believe the change himself. Xie-Mu had given him a plausible
explanation—sort of—as to how the pills worked, but he’d still felt
a twinge of scepticism. He certainly hadn’t expected anything as dramatic as
this.

Three
inches. That’s how much the length of his erection had grown in the past week. Three
whole inches.

“The
wonders of modern medicine,” Smythe said. Or rather, the wonders of secret
ancient Eastern herbal remedies.

Jo
stroked a hand up his shaft and Smythe trembled with pleasure. “I can’t see any
scars,” she said as she examined his cock intently.

“That’s
because there wasn’t any surgery,” Smythe explained. “All this was done with
some special little pills.”

“Pills?”
Jo said. She stared at him, incredulous that such a dramatic change could have
been achieved through pills alone.