Hot Stories for Cold Nights (15 page)

“I thought as much.” Then he began to slowly stroke me, my calves, arms, shoulders, and backs of my upper thighs and buttocks. When he used a corner of the furry cloth to caress the insides of my thighs I thought I'd gone to sensual heaven. “Nice?”

I could only purr.

“Turn over, but keep your hands over your head. I wouldn't want those fingers wandering.”

I knew exactly what he meant. Masturbation played a part in some of our games, but he didn't want me to satisfy my hunger, much as I wanted to.

Then he began to tease me in earnest. The fur briefly brushed against one nipple, then moved to one elbow. He stroked it lightly between my legs, then across my lips. Since I was still blindfolded, I couldn't figure out where he would caress next and the surprise was totally erotic.

Suddenly something different rubbed against my lips. I have no idea when he removed his clothing, but his naked cock now stroked my mouth. “Open,” he said.

I did as he asked and found my lips and tongue being caressed by his member while the fur rubbed my breasts. “Mmm,” I moaned, flying off into space.

Then I felt the fur against my face. Tony was obviously rubbing both of us while he fucked my mouth. “You are irresistible,” he said, his voice hoarse, his breathing ragged. He began to fuck my mouth more forcefully, his free hand tangled in the hair on the back of my head. I love the feel of him in my mouth and I caressed him with my tongue. I wanted to reach out and scratch his balls the way he likes, but my hands were still tied and stretched above my head.

He came quickly, and I swallowed his semen.

As I panted I felt him spread my legs and climb between. When his mouth found my slit and the fur rubbed my belly I started climbing. Let me tell you, he knows exactly how to flick his tongue over my clit, finding just the right rhythm. “Yes,” I moaned, as I rose higher and higher. “Don't stop. Do it, do it, do it.”

Then he backed off, moving to my arms and untying my wrists. “Still no patience. You want it? Well, you'll just have to do it yourself while I watch.” Then he slipped off the blindfold. “And I want you to know I'm watching, so don't close your eyes.”

I fastened my gaze on his eyes while I slid my fingers through my soaked folds. He leaned forward and breathed hot air on the skin of my groin and I found my clit and rubbed. “Yes, baby,” he said, “show me. Take what you want, what you need.”

And I did.

“Tell me when you come. I want to know.”

“God, yes. Put your finger inside me so you can feel it.”

And he did.

I came, pulses, waves of pleasure rocketing through me. My hips bucked. “Yes, yes, yes,” I said as my orgasm overwhelmed me.

Later, when we'd caught our breath, he said, “I thought you'd like those pelts.”

“I'm afraid one's pretty wet.”

“We have another.”

I giggled. “Yes, we do. Next time you get to lie on it and I get to play.”

S
HE WORE A DIAPHANOUS GOWN, JUST AS HE HAD DREAMED her for the past several nights. His nymph. Okay, enough. This was just another dream. It must be that simple. Right? Yet she stood at the foot of his bed, gorgeous raven hair drifting down her back, her caramel-colored nipples and dark pubic hair faintly visible beneath the gown. She sure looked real, more real than ever before.
But what is a nymph doing in my bedroom?
Walt wondered.

“You wanted me here, so here I am,” she said, her voice like music.

“Excuse me?”

“You called me here and so . . .”

“I called you?” He was barely coherent.

“You've been calling for me for almost a week. You've summoned me as surely as if you had yelled my name.”

“Your name?” He was aware that he sounded like an ass, but he had no idea how she had gotten into his room. His mind was totally befuddled.
Okay, Walt, think. You went out with the guys, had a few too many beers, went home, and collapsed on the bed. I've got that.
He glanced at the clock beside his bed—3:07. He'd gone to sleep, okay, passed out, at about one, so he'd been asleep for a couple of hours. Maybe he was still asleep. That was it, he was asleep, dreaming.

“No, you're not asleep,” she said in that wonderfully mellifluous voice. “I'm really here, and you have but to command me.”

“Right, now I get it. Rog or Tony. Right? They put you up to this. Paid you for a joke.”

“No, they didn't bring me here. You did. However, if it makes you feel better to believe that, fine. I'm still yours to command.”

“Right again.” His voice was not stingingly sarcastic. “Okay, you've got a hidden camera. The joke's on me.”

She shook her head slowly. “You know, you're too suspicious. You have to learn to live a bit.”

Walt sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. “Sorry, hon. A joke's a joke and I'm done with this one.”

Still shaking her head she said, “All right, I can take a hint. I'll go.”

“Hint? It's a downright demand. I'm not in the mood for the guys' pranks.”

“Done. However, let's make a deal. I'll leave and come back when you've accepted me and what I am.”

He looked her over. Under any other circumstances he'd be more than happy to give her the run of his anatomy, but he had a headache and just wasn't up to his pals' pranks. “Good. You do that.”

Poof.
She disappeared. She didn't walk out of the room, she sort of winked out. His mouth fell open. No real person blinked out of existence.
Poof.
Like that. Damn. It looked as if he'd just passed up the offer of a lifetime. “Holy shit,” he said under his breath. “Okay, I believe. I believe. Come back.”

Poof.
She was back.

“How? Why? What?” he stammered.

“That's better. I was beginning to think you weren't going to be reasonable about this. I have my orders and you're it.”

“I repeat. How and why?”

“The how? I have no clue. The big boss seems to know when someone's been making a big enough wish and so he assigned one of us to be with you for one night.”

“One night? Tonight?”

“Yes.” She was starting to sound a little exasperated. “You are so full of questions, none of them the right ones.”

“Like which right ones?”

“Like what can we do together? I'm an expert in good old hot sex, fellatio, and anal play. I can paddle you if you're into that stuff, or you can spank me. I'm fully trained in all kinds of sex acts. I've been doing this for a long time. If the truth were known, so long that you're my last assignment. Then I'm . . . Well, I don't know exactly where I'll go from here, but I've got a few ideas. Anyway, this is my swan song, so to speak.”

“Fellatio? Anal sex?” God, he was really sounding like a fool but he was so flummoxed that he couldn't get his brain to make sense of all this.

She glided toward the bed, sat on the edge, and put one hand on his bare chest pushing him onto his back. He stared at her slender fingers with their long, deep red nails. Slowly she scratched her way across his nipples. “Getting the idea?” she purred.

How had she known how sensitive his nipples were? He closed his eyes. “Umm,” he groaned. “That feels nice.”

“Of course it does.”

“You know, I might just roll with this. Who cares whether the guys are pulling a fast one on me?” In case there was a hidden camera, he waved weakly in the air. “Okay, guys. I'm good with this.”

“Great. Let's get to it.” There was an edge to her voice. “Just lie back and enjoy it, and if you've got any suggestions, let me know.” Her grin was wide, but seemed false. She seemed almost angry. At him?

He opened his eyes. “You're beginning to sound like my ex-girlfriend. You know, a bit of an attitude.”

She looked at him, her face all innocent, her smile now syrupy. “Not at all,” she said, almost pulling off the act. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

He moved back on the bed and sat up with his back against the headboard. “Sure you do. Come on, give. What's up, really?”

She sat back on her haunches, looked him in the eye, then softened and sighed. “You're right. I'm being a bit cranky. This is my last job. Forever. I guess I just want to get on with everything.”

“Job. Explain what this is all about. I know you're no ordinary hooker. Hookers don't appear and disappear the way you do.”

With another long sigh, she stood and paced beside the bed. “Well, you see it's like this: We nymphs are required to satisfy a certain number of humans before we can move on to more adventurous things.”

“Adventurous?”

“You guys are so predictable. You want either hand jobs or oral. Occasionally anal but that's infrequent. I'm trained for all kinds of kinky fun, but no, not for earth guys. Sucking and fucking and that's about it. It's like porn movies. Come shots. That's all guys can think of. So we do what you want, regardless of whether it's good for us or not. You're the final fuck of my quota”—she stood beside the bed—“so let's just do this. Cunt or mouth?”

“Not so fast.” He patted the bed beside his hip and she sat. “You mean no one asks what you want?”

“Oh, pleeeeezzze. Be real. Not one person. You get a nymph, get your rocks off, and
poof
, I'm gone until my next assignment.” She grinned. “Now—no more ‘next assignment. ' Just me and fun from now on.”

Walt took a moment to gather his thoughts. He was in a unique situation and he was determined to make the most of it. “Let's back up a bit. What's your name?”

She smiled her most sincere smile. “What would you like it to be?”

“Cut the bullshit. That's a hooker line. What's your real name?”

“Amanda,” she said softly, dropping her chin. “Mandy.”

“Well, Mandy, if I were your nymph—can there be male nymphs?”

“I suppose,” she answered quietly.

“Okay. If I were your nymph, what would you want?”

“I would want whatever you wanted.”

“Cut the crap.” Walt sighed. “I asked you an honest question. You're here for the night so let's see what we can figure out. What would you want?”

“Hmm.” She tilted her head to one side and struck a sexy pose, the tip of her index finger in her mouth. “You know I never thought about it.”

Walt almost laughed. That was a pose he'd never found sexy. “More bullshit. Give!”

She let out a long breath and, seeming resigned, slowly closed her eyes. “I'd wish for someone to do it all just for me for once. I love kissing and having my breasts played with. I love receiving oral sex. I love it slow and sexy.” Her eyes flashed open. “But I'm here for you. I don't think the boss would like me revealing all this stuff.”

“Forget the boss. This is your last assignment so let's make the most of it.” He moved off the bed and then patted the spot he'd just vacated. “Lie here.” When she hesitated, he said, “You have to do what I want, right?”

She nodded, then reluctantly stretched out on the bed. He lay beside her and kissed her, played with her mouth, nibbled on her lips. “Mmm, you taste wonderful.”

Her eyes closed, then snapped open. “I don't think . . .”

“Don't think, just feel.” He kissed her again and realized that he was enjoying pleasing her. He heard the moans she made and felt her hips move.

He moved to her breast, sucking her erect nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. He blew on the wet spot and watched her tit contract. Then he repeated the action with her other one. “That feels really good, but . . .”

“No buts,” he said. “This is what I want, so relax and just feel.” He alternated between nipples until she was writhing. After he pulled her gown off, he spread her legs and crawled between. She was so wet that he could smell her arousal, all hot and sexy. Using his thumbs he parted her pussy lips and slid one finger through her folds. She was sopping, juices soaking her flesh. He was amazed. He never thought he was particularly good in bed, but he had obviously given this experienced nymph so much pleasure that she could barely hold still.

He pressed on her hip bones with his palms to hold her in place, then lowered his mouth to her cunt. When he flicked his tongue over her hard clit she groaned, and it became even more difficult to keep her body still. Then he slid his tongue over her flesh and pushed the tip into her opening.

Her clit was demanding attention so he sucked at it. “Oh, oh, oh,” she said, then made a long, low moan.