Xcite Delights--Book Two

by Charlotte Stein

  Good Tit Work, Good Come

  Oh yeah. That blush showed she’d definitely climaxed. I hit SEND – twice.

  As the flush faded, Amanda rose slowly to her feet. Over the next few minutes, I got pictures of Amanda doing a slow, seductive strip tease for her mesmerized audience. I caught Brown and Garcia beating off as she unhooked her bra, letting it fall the rest of the way off as her huge, creamy breasts fell free. I got shot after shot of Davis and Chen with their hands wrapped around their dicks, their eyes glued to the awesome sight of Amanda shimmying out of that skin-tight hot pink skirt and peeling off her lacy white panties. SEND SEND SEND SEND

  I deleted the cache and started all over again. Amanda had a gross of rubbers on the bed, along with the biggest bottle of lube I’d seen outside a sex toy store on the Pacific Rim.

  Jensen kept zeroing back in on her breasts. The others had progressed further south. From the looks on their faces, there was no such thing as sloppy seconds. I caught each of them, face down and sweaty as they balanced on their hands and fucked her one after the other in the military-appropriate missionary position.

  Snapper

  No Sloppy Seconds

  Appreciating Good Pussy

  Fucking Good Pussy

  SEND SEND SEND SEND

  Sailors Have Big Cocks

  I’d seen the XO in the shower, so I knew that wasn’t universally true. But I figured it would piss him off to know that while he was hunched over his instruments, someone – several someones – with bigger instruments than he had were fucking his wife’s brains out, in a hotel room he was paying for.

  Fucking and Sucking

  Even Jensen joined in. Amanda went nuts, throwing her head back and screaming as he sucked so hard with each thrust that her nipple pulled up like she was suspended by it. When Amanda starting coming, kicking her legs and bucking up as her skin flushed, I took a second full-face picture of Jensen’s cheeks sucked hollow as he ground against her.

  Talent

  SEND SEND SEND

  From the way Amanda was howling, it had been a while since she’d had a come that good. I shook my head. Jack had been in port for a week, and his wife was still in need. That was just wrong. So I took another picture.

  Neglected Wife Gets Relief

  Let ol’ Jack fucking stew on that one for a while!

  SEND

  The other five each got their cocks sucked and did her doggy-style up the ass, going through a whole slew of rubbers each time the group rotated like kids at a party playing musical chairs.

  SEND SEND SEND SEND SEND SEND

  After a while, I dispensed with the text titles, smiling at the monologue running through my head as I raised and lowered my arm, looking for the perfect angles.

  That’s for the extra day of duty.

  Garcia and Brown had rolled her on her side, donning fresh rubbers and lubing themselves up as they positioned themselves. The look of greedy hunger on Amanda’s face as Garcia slid into her pussy was worth a whole series of pictures. Her wide-eyed, gape-mouthed astonishment when Brown slowly worked his huge dong up her ass was worth even more, but I was too busy beating off to get every nuance. Fuck, that woman was hot! Fucking fuck! A woman like that was wasted on a tightwad jerk like Panama Jack! I settled for highlights, my mind racing as I showed why the walls were ringing with her shrieks.

  That’s for making me do mess crank duty for an extra week.

  Amanda’s eyes were huge as Brown bottomed out and ground against her.

  This is for the 0600 field day chores!

  I aimed the camera directly at her crotch, catching a perfect shot of both Garcia and Brown buried balls deep, their asses tight as they stretched her pussy so wide she opened her mouth when she screamed.

  And this one – oh yeah, make her make that face again! This time I aimed the camera full at her face, catching the way her eyes rolled back as she came again. That’s for disapproving my leave chit, you asshole!

  SEND SEND SEND

  Things were getting crowded on the bed as Davis straddled her face. He grinned like a fool as she licked his shaved, low-hanging balls. It took Jensen a while to work his way in above Garcia, but our resident tit-sucker was determined to get his prize. Then Chen was standing on the bed over the lot of them, his fist flying over his dick as his body tensed to come. I hit video just in time to catch Amanda’s squeal being muffled as Davis’ cock slid down her throat.

  The sound made Chen come. As Chen’s semen gorped like rain onto Amanda’s tits, Jensen shot into the bed. Amanda shrieked again, the sound rising and falling as Davis fucked her mouth, then roared out his climax. I raised the camera as Amanda bucked up again, her body tensing and flushing, clear juice squirting from her pussy as Brown came up her ass and Garcia filled the rubber in her pussy with his cock juice.

  Airtight!

  I thought the words, but I was beating my own dick too hard and fast to type. Watching Amanda come by making five men shoot their wads was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen! Davis groaned loudly and fell to the side, his softening cock thick and heavy against her lips. Garcia and Brown were holding her tight, laughing and telling her she was one damn fine woman.

  Jensen had already climaxed, but he was still sucking her tit. Worshipping it. Making her face flush as she once again looked me right in the eye. She was going to come again. Hard. Real hard.

  ‘Do it!’ she pleaded, her fingers flying over her clit as Brown’s and Garcia’s cocks fell free. Her asshole gaped and her pussy lips were swollen as she once more took Davis’ almost-soft cock between her lips. Then Brown and Garcia and Davis had their fingers back inside her, fucking her with their hands as Jensen sucked one nipple and Chen worked the other with his finger. I raised the camera, and as Amanda screamed again, I clicked – and came.

  A long time later, I sent the rest of the pictures, including the video with the simple subject line of Airtight. I hoped the XO was sitting in his office with his dick in his hand, waiting to come while the rest of us lounged naked on the bed eating room service pizza and drinking expensive wine on his dime. His wife was a great fuck and a hot woman. My buddies and I were always going to be glad to oblige her. I hoped Panama Jack really did like watching, because he was going to be getting a lot of photos whenever I was in port.

  SEND

  Punished for the Pharaoh’s Pleasure

  by Demelza Hart

  The moon casts a pale glow over the fertile and lustrous fields of Thebes as they stretch down to the silver shimmer of the Nile.

  I cannot sleep. I was stifled in the night chamber, listening to the regular breathing of the other girls. I have been serving in the temple all day, standing stock still, my back aching, careful to intone the correct words. If I fail I shall lose my position and be consigned back to the serving rooms.

  I have dared creep out to the palace terrace, desperate for fresh air. If caught I will be punished, but my mind is tormented.

  As usual, I am hounded by frustration, desperate for more beyond my humble existence. My father was a scribe and I long to follow him and do the same, committing the thoughts and words of great minds to the posterity afforded by papyrus and ink. But as a woman I dare not contemplate it. Now, as dusky humidity enfolds me, my head falls back in despair and I ache for fulfilment.

  And there is also the fleshly ache, the desire which besets me.

  Amunnakht, the High Priest. I long for him.

  He stands in the temple, tall, inscrutable, controlled, his presence alone drawing a hush from us all, able to command respect with a single look. His strong arms are bare, as is most of his smooth sculpted body, save only for the white linen cloth he wears around his hips. When not in the temple, he adorns himself in gold, gifted to him by the young Pharaoh who trusts and adores him.

  I must obey his every word, and I do. Can he sense my desire for him? Sometimes I wonder how far I will go to please him. Tonight I lay silently, dreaming of him again, touching myself, focused on my body
’s sensations. As a young female in the Royal Palace I have learnt to give and receive pleasure in many ways, but there is only one man whom I truly wish to inhabit me, to possess me. I draw in a shuddering sigh and clasp my arms around me.

  ‘Mayamenti.’

  I hear my name and spin in shock, recognising the rich voice immediately.

  The High Priest stands before me, a frown on his elegant face as he surveys me.

  ‘High Priest Amunnakht.’ I bow low.

  ‘Why are you here? You should not be out of the night chamber.’

  I dare not look at him. He has stepped closer and I hear his breathing, deep and controlled. I feel his eyes upon me, searing me.

  ‘I am sorry, High Priest.’

  A long, warm finger touches under my chin, lifting it. His eyes are large and deep, lined with kohl. I know them well, but still I am not permitted to look into them. His aroma overwhelms me; he smells of spices and oils of purification. My belly writhes and my thighs moisten.

  ‘Mayamenti.’ He says my name, soft and tender, and it takes all my strength not to melt into him. ‘You serve me well, Mayamenti.’

  ‘Thank you, High Priest. I live to serve you.’

  ‘Do you?’

  I remain silent.

  ‘Look at me.’

  Slowly, I raise my eyes to his, almost falling into the limpid black orbs.

  ‘I have watched you, Mayamenti. You are different to the others. You are beautiful, as beautiful as any queen.’

  My breath catches. I dare not hope, and yet his thumb is now stroking along my neck.

  ‘And you have watched me, have you not? I have seen your gaze upon me. Do you like what you see?’

  I am on fire, burning with need. I can only speak the truth. ‘Yes.’

  ‘But you are wilful. You defy your masters by walking the palace at night. What will the Pharaoh think of this?’

  ‘Oh, please forgive me, High Priest. It was so hot, stifling. I desperately needed air. I only wished to relieve my aching body.’

  ‘Does your body still ache?’

  ‘It aches for …’

  ‘What?’

  He is so close to me, his words so low. Despite the precariousness of my situation I am wracked with need and desire. I dare raise my eyes to him. ‘It aches for you,’ I murmur.

  With a slight smile, Amunnakht slowly – so slowly – bends his head, coming closer, closer. And he kisses me. His kiss sears, burns, travelling through my body to flame and stoke my lust unstoppably. He holds me hard now and tears my mouth open, plunging his tongue deep inside. One large, strong hand is cupping my breasts through my thin linen night garment. He rubs hard over the nipple, which immediately stands to attention for him, demanding more. His tongue inhabits me brutally. I press my length against him and feel him, so hard, so large. I reach for it and rub, my lust infusing me with the confidence to give and seek pleasure.

  But suddenly he breaks off. With a groan which reverberates into me, he tears my hand away, clasps my wrist so hard it hurts, and hisses, cold now, ‘No. You have broken your curfew and you must be punished. The Pharaoh will hear about this.’

  And with a violent pull, he drags me behind him. Still I lust, still I desire. Amidst the rising panic of retribution, I remain entirely in his hands and will do as he commands.

  He pulls me strongly through into the Pharaoh’s audience chamber. A few torches burn dimly in the otherwise deserted space. The chamber, usually so grand, its columns rising up, its smooth stone glistening, is almost unrecognisable in the night. It now has a surprising intimacy. The throne is before me, half in shadows. With a gasp of surprise, I see a figure in it. It is my Pharaoh. The young man sits languidly on his throne, inclining on one hand; his other is thrown louchely to the side.

  Amunnakht releases me and I fall to the floor, prostrating myself before the young king.

  ‘Your Majesty. This girl, one of my own temple servants, is out of her chambers at night. I found her wandering on the terrace.’

  The Pharaoh slowly leans forward so that his face catches the dim light. ‘I recognise her. She is a beauty. What is her name?’

  ‘Mayamenti, Your Majesty.’

  ‘Ah yes. The one with pretentions of being a scribe. Mayamenti, stand.’

  I do so, shaking, averting my eyes from the god king before me. I am rarely in his presence but know of the respect he commands, certainly for someone so young, barely in his 20s. He rules Egypt with fairness and strength, it is said. And he is handsome, with fine features and dark eyes.

  ‘You disturb my night-time contemplation. Explain yourself,’ he continues.

  ‘Your Majesty …’ I tremble but speak as boldly as I can. ‘The night chamber was oppressive. I could scarcely breathe. I had to come to the terrace to take some air. That is all. I meant no harm.’

  ‘Hmm. I concede it is a minor offence. However …’ His voice lilts with a sudden menace. ‘It cannot go unpunished. Amunnakht, do with her as you must. She must learn her lesson.’

  Immediately, Amunnakht paces across to me and grasps me hard by the arm. I am heady with desire. I will let him do whatever he wishes. Expecting him to take me to his own chamber, I turn to leave.

  The High Priest chuckles, a low, throbbing sound which causes another surge of moisture to fall from me. ‘No, girl. Here. Before him. I will take you and I will use you and do with you as needs to be done here. Your Pharaoh will watch. He will watch it all.’

  I stare up at him, my eyes wide with fear for the first time. But when he looks back, when I see the desire and passion in those large, dark eyes I so long for, I am his yet again to do with in whatever way he will.

  With barely a pause, he steps back, grips my night garment with two hands, and rips, hard and fast, shredding the cloth and tossing it aside, leaving me naked.

  And then, swift and determined, he takes my breast in his hand, pushing it up, and plunges his mouth to the nipple. My head is thrown back and I am joy. He is not tender. He assaults it. He sucks so hard my breast is distended. He pulls, he licks roughly, over and over, entirely absorbed on his task. Then more. Soft at first, his teeth close on it, but then, just as I think I have imagined it, he bites down, harder and harder until the sharpness sears and sweet pain shards through me, travelling like some force of lightning to my core, now raging for him.

  I squirm, desperate for his touch between my legs. And then he is there. His long fingers are parting me, questing up. He is remarkably assured, parting the lips and slipping up to find me soaking with lust. With a grunt muffled on my breast, he pushes two fingers quickly and fully into me. My eyes shoot open and meet with those of the Pharaoh. He is leaning forward, studying us intently but silently.

  Amunnakht’s fingers slide out of me and graze up to that bud of flesh I so need him to touch. He does so, rubbing it hard, drawing my pleasure swiftly to a head. But just as I think I will tumble from the edge, he pulls back, removing his hands and his mouth. I moan with abandonment and hear a slight laugh from the Pharaoh.

  Amunnakht paces away. I am bereft and my head hangs. My nipples are angry and hungry from his assault and my cunt drips with need.

  ‘Fear not, beauty. He is returning.’

  And sure enough, the High Priest is back swiftly. I stare at him, my eyes wide as I see what he is carrying. In his arms he has rope and something which looks like an animal flogger of some kind. It has a handle from which extends many thin hide strips. My skin, despite the heat, is cast with goosebumps of expectation and dread. I want him in every way, but I fear what is to come.

  He approaches me again, the rope in hand, his face grave. Instinctively, I take a step backwards.

  ‘You will not defy him. Or me.’ The Pharaoh’s voice reverberates loudly around the chamber. I steady myself and wait.

  This time Amunnakht leans in gently and plants a soft kiss on my lips, so comforting I am hardly aware of him taking my hands, pulling them behind me and binding them in the rope. When I realise, I shift
away instinctively, but I am now lost to him. My body lives for any touch or sensation he will bestow on it. Carefully, he curls the rope around my wrists locked behind me. It burns a little and I move them to relieve it, but find the sensation of sweet pain only reinforces my desire more. He tightens the rope, glancing at my eyes, bleary with lust.

  Lifting a breast, he brings the rope around it. With a shudder of amazement, I watch as he circles the rope under, across, then around my breasts, so that the downy flesh is pushed out like water jugs upended. At first it does not hurt; they merely feel snugly contained. I note the nipples pushed out, perched on the front, and long for his mouth on them again. He bends down and gives one a little lick. It is exquisite, as if all my need is focused in my breasts. I gasp with sheer rapture. He continues to coil the rope – he is clearly skilled in the art – settling it around my flesh, until both breasts are held in pert, bulbous imprisonment. The nipples swell and harden, larger and darker than I have ever seen them before. Bringing the end of the rope behind me he ties it off and steps back to admire his work.

  ‘You see. My High Priest is skilled in many ways,’ intones the Pharaoh.

  I barely hear him. I want Amunnakht’s mouth on those hard, hungry peaks of flesh so much I can scarcely breathe. I groan, arching them toward him, feeling my breasts throb as they are pushed out. If it hurts I do not register it as such. It is simply sensation.

  And he is at them again, and I am pure white bliss. He sucks, he nips, he laves and pinches. Always a hand at one, his mouth at the other. He torments and abuses my nipples. Pain becomes pleasure. Sensation and feeling are all that matters. I moan my rapture loud and the drip of lust leaks from me again. Amunnakht reaches down and picks up something I had not noticed before. In his hand he holds what appear to be two small gold scarab beetles, each with two little legs at the front. He holds one up, inspecting it. Pressing a catch, the legs spring apart, and, looking deep into my eyes, he brings it to my right breast. I gasp as I realise what he is doing. He is attaching it to my nipple.