Her Secret Sex Life

Willie Maiket
Chapter 1

The tall gray-haired man finished the last of his Grand Marnier soufflй and accompanied it with a swallow of the strong black demitasse, leaned (back against the comfortable red-cushioned back of his seat in the Quo Vadis Restaurant with a happy sigh of repletion. It had been a memorable day for him in New York, and what awaited him already had set his pulses tingling with an almost boyish anticipation.

At three-thirty this Friday afternoon, old Hector Dunbar, president of Dunbar-Thorby Industries, had smilingly informed him that the firm's three-million-dollar advertising billing would be awarded to the Chicago agency of Duffy, Woodling and Stander. To have come all the way from Chicago to give a presentation against the competition of at least a dozen of New York's finest agencies and win a lucrative plum like Dunbar-Thorby was in itself a spectacular day's work. And now there was the celebration which would climax it: first, a leisurely dinner at one of the world's great restaurants, savoring the culinary marvel of a chicken gismonda accompanied by a bottle of Corton de Charlemagne. And now, or rather half an hour from now, to spend the night with one of the most talented call girls in all of Manhattan-or so at least Ted Amberly, the affable advertising manager of Dunbar-Thorby, had intimated.

As he signaled to the gracious yet always unobtrusive waiter to bring him another demitasse, he clipped the end of a Havana panatela, lit it and drew on it till it was going satisfactorily. Then after another sip of the strong hot coffee which had appeared as if by magic, he closed his eyes as speculative images began to insinuate themselves in his mind. The rustle of silken garments, the soft shir of zippers being drawn, the delicate aroma which perfume and soft eager flesh made in their rapturous blend, the satiny-smooth feeling of naked warm palpitating skin against his own, and the little sounds of feverish gasps and sibilant murmurs in the night. He felt his loins quivering with a dull ache which was the presentiment of fleshly delight to come. It helped dispel the gloomy, brooding thoughts which had preceded it, the impressions of his recent second marriage and his ineptness in that marriage. That was why, all the more, he hoped that tonight would finally banish the specter of failure from the bed of passion.

To be sure, commercial lust had its drawbacks. It was usually contrived, generally mechanical, and it sometimes left one with a self-disgust which entirely destroyed the temporary carnal relief from sexual tensions which it was meant to ease. Yet Ted Amberly out of a clear sky, clapping him on the back and telling him that he had really scored with old Jason Dunbar, had volunteered the name of this gifted play-for-pay girl out of a clear sky. He had winked and said, "I think I know just how you feel, Tim boy, but you did a great job and you deserve it. You know what I'd do if I were in your shoes right now? Treat myself to the best chow in New York and then have a night with Eleanor."

And when he had looked blank and asked who Eleanor was, the plump, nearly bald advertising manager had winked and whispered, 'She doesn't do it for free, old buddy, but she picks and chooses, so you might say she's still a sort of amateur. College girl- from what I heard, she went to Barnard. European graduation trip and all, and then the family fortunes went down with the Dow average, so she set herself up in a swanky pad. But she's a terrific actress and she likes sex, and I just happen to have her number because I celebrated my own promotion with her about two years ago-and I'm here to tell you it was like nothing in this world!"

The tall gray-haired man took another puff at his cigar and frowned. He hadn't liked the idea of anyone's pandering for him, but Amberly's enthusiastic praise had piqued him, and so he'd finally accepted the phone number. Then, back in his own hotel room, he'd called this Eleanor. Her voice had been crisp, yet pleasant, guarded and yet friendly. He'd told her only that he'd come to New York to celebrate a big business deal, and wanted a little companionship to end -a very memorable day. And so she'd told him to be at her apartment by nine o'clock tonight.

It was a long cab drive out to Rego Park, and so he rose now, opening his wallet and nodding to the waiter for the check. He left a generous tip, stopped to compliment the suave black-haired co-owner of the restaurant on the magnificence of the cuisine and service, and then had the doorman hail him a cab. Then, finishing his cigar and leaning back in complete relaxation, he waited for the adventure which he hoped would not only end this day in a burst of glory but also solve the nagging, babbling problem that had cropped up since his re-marriage…

He did a double-take when the second-floor door opened and a stately coopery-haired young woman in a green hostess gown confronted him. Her burnished red hair was piled into a thick almost prim bun at the back of her head, leaving dainty little ears bare and the smooth long nucha of a beautifully chiseled neck. Her brows were short, thick, expressively arched, her nose slightly aquiline with sensuous, flaring wings, and her mouth was full and passionate.

"You're Tim?" her voice was husky-soft.

He nodded, suddenly, inexplicably trembling. "Yes, I'm the one who phoned."

"Do come in, Tim. First we'll chat a bit because I want to get to know you. That way, you see, it will be much more personal. You won't be just an unknown stranger and I won't be just another girl. We've come together for romance, and I pride myself on trying to give a little more than the illusion."

He chuckled softly. "He said that you were gifted, Eleanor. I can see already he was right."

"Because I can talk intelligently? I'll do better for you than that, Tim." Her own soft laugh revealed beautiful, perfect small white teeth, and he caught a glimpse of a pert pink tongue and shivered at its intimations. "Now first, as is traditional, let's get the sordid details out of the way at once. I presume you'd like to stay the night?"

Again he nodded, already fascinated by this stunning, obviously more than competent young daughter of joy.

She took his hat and coat and hung them up on a rack in the foyer what seemed to be a large and most luxuriously furnished apartment, then moved over to a richly upholstered couch and gestured to him to sit beside her. "You were in luck I wasn't already engaged on a Friday night in New York, Tim. It's two-fifty, and yes, I'll admit it's a bit much. But when we're finished, if you aren't satisfied, then I'll let you pay me just what you think it's worth. Fair enough? After all, you're a guest to our fair city, and I don't want you to go away thinking that New York girls are highway robbers."

"I'm sure I shan't be disappointed." He took out his wallet and swiftly paid her. The redhead deftly tucked the money away in a pocket of the lustrous hostess gown and smiled her thanks: "Now then, tell me a little about yourself. Your first trip to New York, are you married, whatever you want to say in strictest confidence. I'll tell you in advance that I don't work with anyone, certainly not many cab drivers and never a pimp, and I don't gossip about my friends-which I want to count on you as being one. I'll also tell you that I'm twenty-three, this is my second year in the world's oldest but I think still honest profession, and I'll even tell you how a nice girl like myself got into a place like this. I was an only child and spoiled rotten, with a European trip after my high-school graduation. And then when my father went broke in the stock-market, and my mother died of a broken heart after he'd jumped out of his office window, I decided that I wanted to go on having the same luxurious, pampered life-and this seemed to be the only certain way I'd be able to do that. Now then, the rest of the night is all yours. Start by letting me know what you like and what makes you tick, Tim."

Over the years, before and after his first marriage which had ended with his wife's unexpected death, he had bought the services of many a comely, delectable companion for the night But this was the first one who had intrigued him and who made him want to establish as close a communal bond as two strangers who meet in passing can procure in a single night. That was why he found himself telling her about his wife's death and his two children and how he had married about two months ago in the hope of a new happiness. And then, finally, not without embarrassment, looking down at the floor, that he hadn't yet been able to achieve that happiness because of his own imperfections.

"I think I understand," she said gently after he had finished. "You're a very fine and decent man, Tim, and I'm very glad that Ted gave you my phone number. I'm going to try to rid you of that little problem. Will you do just what I tell you to? I spoke about romance a little while ago. That's the way I like to think of these encounters, as you might call them. Each one is new and with its own special setting and implications. I like to adapt myself to them, because it's a kind of challenge. And it's more exciting for me that way. As he may have told you also, I happen to enjoy sex and I think it's natural and beautiful."

"So do I, Eleanor."

"Good! Then you come right along with me now, and I'll start the treatment."

Again he felt himself trembling, but this time with a new hope and expectation. She took his hands in hers and led him out of the large living room into a beautifully tiled bathroom with a huge sunken tub. "Take off everything," she smilingly instructed, and he obeyed.

She had started the water running, and bent down to test its temperature." It has to be warm, that stirs the blood," she said almost as if she were giving a lecture in the Sorbonne. Her eyes scanned his still strong, athletic body. "You certainly have nothing to be ashamed of, Tim. You look better at your age than most of the men I see who are ten or even twenty years younger. There now, it's just about full Now I'm going to put in some bubblebath, and then you're. going to soak yourself and just relax for a little bit. After that, I'll really start the treatment."

He carefully lowered himself into the sunken tub, and lay back. The warm water was indeed pleasant, and the fragrance of the bubble bath added a new nuance of sensual pleasure. He could feel his dormant penis stirring, and he glanced down at himself, hoping for prodigious energy tonight For a haunting moment, the memory of his past inadequacies savagely returned to haunt him, but her smiling face and her svelte beauty in the clinging, molding hostess gown reassured him.

Eleanor had left the bathroom for a moment, and returned now with a tray on which was placed an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne, a straight razor and a tube of shaving lather. Setting it down on the laundry hamper against the opposite wall, she playfully beckoned to him: "Time for your shave, Tim dear. Just sit down on that stool and I'll do you.

He clambered out of the sunken tub, grasped the large Turkish towel she handed him, and quickly patted himself dry; then sat down on a heavy leather-padded footstool and watched her with mounting interest.

Her face calm and inscrutable, the red-haired call girl opened the tube of shaving lather, squeezed Out a copious portion, went over to the wash basin and turned on the tap for a moment, then came back to kneel down before him. "Spread them wide, Tim dear," she instructed, and again he obeyed, a rapt smile on his face as he intently watched her.

Vigorously she rubbed the now foamy lather into the thick pubic bush at his lower abdomen and about his penis, then took up the straight razor and began to shave 'him very delicately and carefully. He quivered at her soft touch along his groin, his abdomen and lower thighs. When she had finished, she whispered, "Stay just as you are," and went back to the tray to uncork the bottle of champagne. Then, pouring a little in a glass, she handed it to him, and then tilted the bottle to her lips.

Holding the liquid in her mouth, she moved back to him, and knelt down and then began to rinse his loins with the cold champagne. He gasped and squirmed at the stinging, tickling sensation. Once again she returned for the bottle, and this time brought it hack. Kneeling back down, she repeated the process three times. "There you are, clean as a baby, darling. And now I think the time has come to adjourn to the bedroom, don't you?"

His penis was half-erect, and the cords along his inner thighs were flexing and tremoring convulsively.

"My God, yes, Eleanor!" he hoarsely ejaculated.

"I'll bring along the rest of the champagne. And I'd say right now, you've nothing to worry about, darling. Come along."

He followed her down the hall to a door which she opened. She reached in and touched a switch, and there was a soft indirect bluish lighting. As he came to the threshold, he gasped in surprise. Beyond him he could see that the walls and the ceiling were mirrored, and that there was a huge round waterbed dominating the very center of the room. Over to the left was a backless low wide couch padded in black leather, and to the right was a huge deep armchair and a footstool beside it. Near the chair was a hi-fl console, and the red-haired call girl moved to it now, bent and turned it on, adjusting the dials. At once he heard the soft music of Debussy's "Nuages," the first of the set of three orchestral "Images." The ethereal beauty of the music wafted a kind of spell over this exotic room.

Atop the console was a singular Chinese incense-burner, which Eleanor now lit And presently the subtle scent of a kind of tantalizing pungency emanated throughout the wide high-ceilinged room. She smiled at the quivering naked man and motioned towards the huge bed. "Just relax and absorb the atmosphere, Tim. That's why I prefer all-night engagements, you see. Don't think about a thing; that's my assignment."

"You're-you're incredible, Eleanor," he breathed, moving to the bed cautiously seating himself on the edge; then he drew up his legs and stretched out on his back. His eyes at once widened; the sensation of the waterbed was new and immensely stimulating. He had the feeling he was suspended in space and time, and with the soft insistence of the music and the incense and the indirect light which cast fanciful shadows on everything it touched, he began to feel an awareness of his own naked body such as he had seldom had.

She stood a long moment contemplating him, an enigmatic smile on her soft red lips. "Feeling better?" she murmured.

"My God, yes!" he blurted, and then blushed, observing that her widely spaced, large dark brown eyes were intently fixed on his nearly turgid penis. Instinctively, he put a hand down to cover himself.

"Now that's naughty, darling," she laughed gently, shaking her head as she moved closer to the bed. "What's there to be ashamed of? My goodness, I told you already that you're in better physical shape at your age than lots of fellows ten and even twenty years your junior. Besides, that kind of false modesty leads exactly to what you want to get rid of. Now you just put your hands behind your head, spread your legs and make your mind a perfect blank. Ready?"

He nodded, bemused. She put her slim hands to the bun of coppery hair and loosened it, letting it fall in a rich, cascading mass below her shoulder blades. Then, drawing the zipper of the hostess gown, she wriggled out of it, and stood for his inspection in a matching black nylon bra and panty set, with a narrow white garterbelt hugging her supple waist and sending its tiny tabs lovingly along the sleek upper columns of her thighs to clamp to the gossamer tops of smoke-hued nylons.

He sucked in his breath and stared avidly at her. In this dishabille and in this pose, Eleanor suddenly seemed familiar to him, though of course until tonight he had never before met her. Yet there was such a striking physical resemblance between her and-no, he mustn't think of that, it was definitely perverse. He cleared his throat rather nervously, pressing his palms down on the soft yielding service of the waterbed, devouring her seductive and yet subtle beauty with all his inflamed senses. She was as tall as Rachel, there was no doubt about that. And this new thought made him wince inwardly with a sense of guilt which might well be destructive. It was to escape all the various kinds of guilt which had cropped up almost at once after his marriage to Rachel that he had taken Ted Amberly's recommendation tonight. And so he forced himself to surrender to the magic of this atmospheric setting and to the alluring sensuality of this extraordinarily intelligent 'young woman who knew enough to turn harlotry into an art worthy of being appreciated by a connoisseur.

"That's better, Tim," her voice was very soft as she moved even closer to the bed. Then she reached behind her to unhook the straps of the bra and to let it flutter to the floor. Once again he sucked in his breath as the proud, boldly round globes of her pale ivorysheene4 breasts fairly thrust out at him. They were widely spaced, high-perched, with broad orangeish coral aureole, and her nipples were full, already almost stiff under the duskier hue. The smooth plane of her belly was exquisitely ornamented with a wide shallow navel, a kind of lascivious eye which winked complaisantly at him. And from above, the diffusion of the bluish light tinted the pallor of her smooth bare flesh in an indefinably erotic way.

The slimness of her waist accentuated the bold richness of her firm naked breasts. And again there was contrast in the long sleek legs to whose marvelously sculptured contours the gauzy smoke-tinted nylon hose called titillating attention.

Satisfied by the almost stunned admiration with which he stared at her, she lowered her arms to her sides and straightened her shoulders, tossing her head Just a little to let the shimmering cascade of her coppery red hair dance and tumble against her bare shoulders and upper back, and to let him see also the resilient jiggling of her bare breasts. It was as if a beautiful Circassian slavegirl, summoned for the first time to the bed of her new lord, set out by every intuitive and disciplined mannerism to demonstrate not only her appreciable beauty but also her intense willingness to submit to his every caprice. To think of this now began to overcome his secret anxieties, and with it came a quivering pulsation all along his thighs and loins, further stiffening his penis.

As she observed this further tumescence, she uttered a soft little laugh of pleasure and nodded, then turned and went over to the hi-fl console and adjusted some more dials, next touched a switch at the back. Instantly the light turned to a pale green, and also he became aware that the bed was moving In a slow but very definable circular pattern.

"Yes, it's like those famous revolving restaurants. Only it revolves a little better than 360 degrees an hour, as you'll feel, Tim dear," she answered his ins-spoken question. Then- she moved back to him and mounted on the bed, swinging her beautiful long legs onto it to lie beside him on her left side. Her left hand moved to stroke the back of his head, while her right hand tentatively glided along his calf, thence over the knee, and then along his inner thigh. Once again he could not help sucking in his breath and this time quite audibly. His hands clenched under his neck and -he made a gesture of withdrawing them, but she shook her head: "Not yet, dear. Just let me go on as I'm doing. You'll know when it's time to take action. And besides, it will be a long night and you mustn't try to do everything the first time. That's part of the secret of letting yourself go and relaxing. All right?"

He could only nod, stricken with delight and wonder at this novel and yet marvelously sympathetic attentiveness. Thus far there had not been a single gross or coarse word or act or the least suggestiveness; it had been, indeed, the most imaginative and esthetic prelude to fornication that he had ever encountered, even in a book!

Eleanor moved closer to him, and he could feel the slightly moist warm flesh of her upper thigh against his hip. Her soft fingertips lingeringly stroked the back of his head and then his earlobes, while her right hand continued its gradually ascending, stroking maneuver along the inside of his thigh, halting just before reaching his now achingly readied penis.

Now, bending her head towards him, she began to apply rapid little kisses all over his chest and collarbone, while he closed his eyes and gave himself up thoroughly to the multitudinous sensations now beginning to take full hold of him. The pungency of the incense blended with the spicy scent he could detect from her half-naked nearness; and the soft moist, quickly fleeting pressures of her red lips on his prickling skin began to act like a cantharis in predicting the carnal euphoria in store for his long-deprived maleness.

And now, very lightly and tentatively, the fingertips of her right hand grazed the throbbing glans of his penis, frictioning the puckering lips for a memorable instant, then moving quickly to his testicles and tickling them in an evanescent way that made him groan with remembered pleasure. She shifted herself now, moving slightly below him, and now her lips attacked his belly while her left hand trailed slowly over his throat and chest, the fingertips just brushing his quivering flesh. And meanwhile the slowly revolving bed on which he lay sprawled and abandoned had inflicted its own novel and exciting sensation on her nerves and sinews. By now, the shadows of the unfortunate past had been crowded out, to be replaced by all these delicious new nuances of sensuality by which she was so expertly seducing him.

He opened his eyes, and saw their bodies reflected down from the ceilinged mirror. Now the light was red but soft and not at all harsh, and it emphasized the libidinous and imaginative setting in which they had come together. The music, too, had changed, and he recognized the strains of Deius' "Walk Through the Paradise Garden," music of hauntingly evocative beauty and appropriate for the languorous dalliance by which this imaginative red-haired beauty sought to produce pleasure and release for him.

With a kind of wondering joy and grateful awareness now, he became conscious of the virility of his wakened body. Now it was time to concentrate no longer on the brooding speculations over previous failures or secret, forbidden longings; now it was time only to be sensate and alive and capable of communicating to this beautiful young houri all his pleasure in her artistry.

Her lips had reached his lower abdomen, and now both hands stroked his sides and hips, as she huddled at his loins. Leaning slightly more forward, she let the rich firm curves of her naked round breasts brush against his groin, and the thrilling friction of her warm woman flesh to his sent a spasm of tortured joy throughout his eager body.

He lifted his head, his eyes wide now as he strained to watch her every movement in this exquisitely prolonged foreplay. And as he did so, she glanced quickly up at him and smiled sympathetically, then put her lips to the very tip of his penis in a stinging little kiss that made him groan aloud and reach out his hands for her.

"Oh no, not yet, dear, let me do it all," she murmured.

Now very gently she put both hands to his rigid shaft, stroking it from scrotum to glans with just the tips of her fingers, back and forth in slow, deliberate titillations. He could feel all of his marrow, all his juices, all his vitality yearning towards her touch, and he could feel himself arch and flex as he awaited her, Having been admonished to hold himself back and to let her take initiative was a sweet knowledge now, and the pangs of this denial became at once a novel pleasure for him yet without any sacrifice of his own determined masculinity.

Now, deftly and felinely, she had moved between his straddled thighs, bowing to him as a slave to her overlord. She cupped her full ivory-sheened breasts in both hands and lowered herself to him, and he uttered a strangled gasp of ecstasy as he felt the smooth warm globes enclasp his turgid organ and hold it sweet captive. She began to shift herself slightly on her knees, and again he opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling to watch the reflection of this erotic ritual, the first such ever performed upon him. He began to tremble and he could feel the pulses pounding in his temples. He could feel his penis rubbing back and forth along that gloriously improvised cleft which her two fine round breasts made for him so obligingly, and his entire body was stricken with a readiness and keenness that had been lacking all those times before.

Now, suddenly, she straightened, a roguish little smile curving her soft mouth, reached back to gather her tumbling, shimmering coppery hair and to furl it down towards him. Moving slightly backwards on her nylon-sheathed knees, she arched herself, turning her head this way and that so as to make the fringe of that silken cascade ticklingly graze against his inner thighs and his swelling penis in evanescent caresses that made him shudder with their subtle delicacy.

His eyes feasted on the. jiggling firmness of her splendid round breasts, and now, wonderingly and delightedly, looked upwards at the ceiling where all this fascinatingly prolonged preparation was being mirrored, then to the walls where, here too, he could observe himself in this exquisitely passive participation at the ritual of passion.

Now again she paused, and this time it was to tug the clinging, gossamer black nylon panties down to her knees, lift each in turn and then toss that gauzy sheath to the floor, remaining in garterbelt, nylons and spike-heeled pumps. His eyes blazed at the revelation of her loins, for Eleanor's love cleft was completely depilated: like a soft pouting, ripe fig, shell-pink and daintily vulnerable, the lips of her vulva offered themselves without dissembling, and as he stared avidly-for he had never before seen the female Venus so provocatively unadorned-he could just glimpse the furtive nodule of her clitoris peeping from its discreet hiding place at the very apex.

Now the softly diffused light had turned to a warm yellow, and the music, too, had changed. The piquant chromatics of Ravel's "Alborada del Gracioso" filled his ears, courtly and gallant, archaically romantic, with the hint of bitter sweetness that was part of this inventive seduction.

Never before had all his senses been so sharpened, so cumulatively aware of his aching maleness and his need for cohesion with the female. Distractedly, he found himself thinking of Plato's theorem that man and woman were of the same polarity and thus were fulfilled only when their two divergent entities were brought together. And for this unison he longed now with every fiber of his wakened being. The incense, the music, the changing light and the sensation of movement which the constantly revolving waterbed procured heightened the imminence of longed for ecstasy of the flesh. And beyond lust which filled him now, there was a profound gratitude for this imaginative and intellectual young woman who, even granting that she was for hire, had given him the gift of restored manhood and a rich exultance in its possession. He found himself fiercely impatient, and put out his hands to her with a hoarse groan of "Eleanor, please-now, now!"

"Would you like some more champagne first, Tim dear?" she teasingly proffered. And when he shook his head, she laughed softly, and murmured, "That's very flattering. Well, maybe you are just about ready. But first let me make sure, darling. I want this to be perfect for you.

Now, taking her hair in both hands, she bent over him and began very gently and lingeringly to friction his aching penis with the silken strands. He ground his teeth to hold back the savage urge to ejaculate, and the muscular cords along his inner thighs flexed sporadically. The soft brush of her fingers as they guided the coppery red curls up and down his now fully rigid shaft could discern his frantic eagerness for consummation. Gently she stroked his testicles, rubbing the ends of her shimmering cascade against the gnarled, hairy sacks till they contracted and spasmed with the furious urgency that-had begun to take hold of him.

Now she stretched a lovely bare arm out towards a little tabouret just beyond the revolving bed, and retrieved a small white porcelain jar whose top she unscrewed. Then, dipping her right forefinger into the ocher-tinted ointment, she carefully applied it over the velvety glans and the tautly rigid shaft of his swollen penis. The fragrance of sandalwood came to his dilated nostrils, and he blinked in pleased surprise at this unexpected nuance of erotic preparation. As in a three-dimensional dream in which the incense and the light and mirrors and music all compounded this fantasy which was yet reality, he watched her anoint the soft pink quivering lips of her vulva. Then, replacing the top of the jar and setting it over at the foot of the bed, she moved hack to him and knelt between his straddled thighs, her hands reaching for his and their fingers entwining. Her hair tumbled down onto his chest, and he arched himself with a frenzied impatience, wanting to assuage the maddening aching in his loins and to slake himself as if it were almost the very first time in his existence.

She crouched before him, tossing her lovely head so that the thick cascade of coppery red hair tumbled down over her back and, with that motion, let him again delight in the jouncing of her firm white breasts. Her nipples seemed stiffer and darker now, though perhaps it was the fanciful tinting which the diffused light accorded her naked flesh. Her fingers glided over his inner thighs, thence to his abdomen and chest, now stroking his sides up to the armpits and back down till at last she took hold of his aching penis with both thumbs and forefingers and commenced a rapid- series of tiny little squeezes which made him groan aloud.

"You've been wonderfully patient, you're a perfect lamb, Tim," she complimented him. And then, in a whimsical tone and a quick little smile of her moist red lips, she added, "Remember, don't try to do everything the first time. It's good to take the edge off, and then we can both take our time and learn more about each other. You'll see. And now, I know rye kept you waiting an awfully long time, but I'll try to make it up to you."

With this, she put her left thumb and forefinger to the soft pink hairless lips of her vulva and yawned them apart, while her right hand grasped the middle of his upright, throbbing spear. He caught his breath and shuddered with a feverish anticipation, his hands wanting to reach out and squeeze and possess the warm resilient naked body so tantalizingly displayed before him.

"Now put your legs tight together, dear, so I can have you," she whisperingly instructed, and he obeyed. Deftly, straddling over his hips, her nylon-sheathed knees planted firmly on the waterbed which continued to revolve, she took hold of his penis at the circumeisional groove, exerting a very light pressure with the very tips of – forefinger and thumb, and guided him into her gaping cleft. At that initial contact; he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, for the ferocious impulse to release his pent-up essence was almost intolerable. Tilting back his head, tightening all his muscles, he fought against the disaster, for that would be to repeat the failures of the past, failures he had come here to repair.

Slowly she sank herself down upon him, impaling herself, and he could feel the pulsations of her vaginal sheath as it enclasped his penetrating organ. Her fingers moved down to the scrotum as she absorbed almost all of it, and the quick little pinches which she applied served also to block his frantic will to climax at this inappropriate moment.

"My goodness, you've nothing to be ashamed about at all, nothing, darling," she confided in a soft, little girl voice as very carefully now, reaching out to grasp his shoulders, she lowered herself. When he felt the impact of her ripe firm naked breasts against his panting chest, he yielded to impulse for the first time and locked his arms around her smooth deeply hollowed warm bare back.

Her mouth sealed his, and her tongue nimbly probed between his lips. It was like a galvanizing current flowing between their bodies. He steeled himself to withhold his juices, for this had been so perfect till this moment that the least flaw would destroy the illusion of ecstatic perfection, of love as it was meant to be between man and woman with a dash of sophistry and wit to spice the episode.

It was strangely pleasing for him to feel her mouth on his and her tongue probing, for he had always had the belief that this was the one thing professionals would never do with a client It served to give him greater confidence, realizing that Eleanor was not only a superb actress and imaginative love-partner but also sexually sincere. And now he could surrender himself to the multitudinous sensations which besieged him.

The elegantly ironic music of Ravel had reached its finale, at a swifter pace that seemed to accompany the pounding of his pulses and the throbbing ache of his imbedded penis to the hilt within her contracting sheath. For he could definitely feel the fluttering, constricting, tremors with which the walls of her gloriously tight vagina held him in an ecstatic captivity. He began now to want to take initiative, and he arched himself.

"Oh, darling," her soft tone was almost reproachful," not this first time, please? Let me do it for you, because after all, we have all night. I promise you'll be the master next time. Is that all right, Tim dear?"

"Why C-God, why-yes, Eleanor-oh God, it's so good!" he hoarsely panted.

Her fingertips brushed his armpits with slyly insist-ant caresses, as her tongue nimbly moved this way and that, rasping against his gums and teeth, then encountering his own tongue to create new incendiary excitement in his being. Her body was warm and smooth and slightly moist, and the smell of her flesh blended with that of the incense and the fragrance of the sandalwood, and as she moved with furtive, forward thrusts and sinuous recoiling, he could feel the rasp of her garterbelt against his prickling, thoroughly awakened flesh. There was a luxury and a libidinousness to her erotic dalliance which might well have been that of an ambitious young slave seeking to entice the master of the seraglio. Passive as he had been all through her preparations, he could not but feel this apt erotic analogy; it had succeeded where the commonplace animal enthusiasm of a far less imaginative commercial partner would have filled him with disgust at his own calculated infidelity. But actually that infidelity was born out of his doubts about himself and his anguished will to have happiness with the woman he had so recently…

Then suddenly culmination seized him, and he twisted his face away contorted in 4ningled despair and rapture, groaning out, "Oh God, I can't help it oh, Eleanor, I can't-"

Swiftly her right hand moved between their bodies, her thumb and forefinger gripping his shaft at the very base and pinching it tightly to help him hold back the bubbling jet of essence that seemed to surge from the deepest reservoir within him. But the intoxicating atmosphere and, now, above all else the pulsations with which her vaginal sheath was gripping his captured lance destroyed what little self-control was left. His eyes bulged, glassy, dilated, and he dug his fingers into her slim shoulders as he arched himself to her and felt himself burst within the tight warm clamping chasm of her matrix.

She did not move for a long moment, murmuring soft, hardly audible words of compassion and encouragement, stroking his forehead and cheeks and eyes with gentle fingertips. Then at last she whispered, "It was really lovely for me, and I told you before, once you take off the first edge, you'll more than keep up with me. Now I'm going to sponge you, and then we'll have some champagne and a cigarette together, and then I'll try to make you want me again. How does that program sound, Tim dear?"

Two glasses of champagne and one cigarette later, he lay at his ease beside her. Eleanor had slipped on a gauzy black net sleeveless wrap which had three large brass buttons. As she lay on her left side beside him, her left arm under his shoulders, she began a slow rotary movement of her right palm over his quivering belly. The bed had stopped revolving for the nonce, and there was only a natural indirect lighting from the mirrored ceiling.. Nonetheless, the subtle scent of incense and of the sandalwood ointment lingered pleasantly in the aura of the huge bed.

"I've really been a naughty girl, haven't I?" she whispered, glancing mischievously up at him. "Here I went and had things my own way even though you're the customer. So from now on, Tim dear, you're in complete command. But you see, I wanted to get acquainted with you, to find out what you like especially."

"Please don't apologize, sweetheart. It was like nothing I've ever had before, believe me!" he fervently admitted as he put one hand on her swelling breasts and fondled them. "I guess I've been worried a lot about how to act in bed, especially since I just got married. And at my age, a man is always on trial-if you know what I mean, Eleanor."

"I can read between the lines, you don't have to tell me anything. But I do want to help an awful lot. That's why, Tim, I want you to do everything you've always dreamed of doing. Just tell me or make rue do it. Please, dear."

"I-I guess I'm the straight type to start with, though of course like every guy I've got some secret whims-"

"That's why I'm here, to make them come true for you. And now," she slipped her right hand down to his flaccid penis, "shall I get him ready for me?"

"Oh yes, I want you to!"

"But after that, remember now," she shook a playfully reproving finger at him, "you're in complete command."

He nodded raptly, and he did not consult the mirrored ceiling or the walls to stare avidly at her, near as she was, the gauzy wrap shaping out her voluptuous hillocks of buttocks, breasts and the sweet sweep of her quiveringly muscled thighs. She began to trail the tips of her fingers against his penis, lingering most of the glans and then moving along the shaft and to the testicles. Slowly she proceeded to tickle the undersides of these now diminished sacks, till gradually he began to feel a renewal of that aching intimation towards sexual readiness.

"Would it help, do you think, dear," she murmured, "if you were rough and used, well, you know, dirty words? Sometimes that helps, especially with an intellectual, mature man like you. You're so much the father type, Tim, I suspect you've been holding yourself in for years-of course it's none of my business."

"But it is," he chuckled, then reached for her and pulled her to him, his mouth seeking hers. Her tongue at once delved between his lips and brushed the tip of his, and once again the feverish electrical current between them seemed recharged. He could feel his penis stiffening, and the dull ache in his groin became noticeably more demanding.

"I swear, you must have majored in psychology at college," he hoarsely whispered when the kiss was over.

"Matter of fact, I did," she giggled softly, then bent to take one of his paps into her mouth and to suck it daintily and then rubbed. the tip of her tongue over it. Once again it was a new sensation for him, and he felt again the stimulus of lustful eagerness.

And now, felinely, she got to her knees and crouched at his left side, her fingers lightly fleeting over his belly and inner thighs as she bowed her head towards his penis and playfully flicked the reddened tip of the glans with her pert tongue. He closed his eyes and shivered, for the angle at which she was placed and the exquisite wantonness of her face as seen through the tumbled cascade of coppery hair recalled to him the vivid image that he had tried to banish from his mind. Yet there was a resemblance, and the awareness of it shocked him while at the same time appealing to the basest senses of his sexual yearnings. But in the midst of this conflict, he could feel his penis growing turgid once again as if he had not already achieved a magnificently shattering fulfillment just moments ago. The awareness of this over weighed the guilty shame of that other thought, the thought he dared not dwell upon.

And yet there was protection in this fantasy-world which Eleanor had created for him: she knew only his first name and he hers; she had just now given him carte blanche to translate into lecherous abandon all the secret longings he had nurtured for so long. After tonight, it could be a forgotten interlude, dismissed as a one-time caprice, though its memories could be cherished in delicious secrecy through the years ahead, through the nights with Rachel. And because there was no cruelty in him to begin with, what he did now in this mirrored room would not and could not matter to anyone save himself so far as the future and his peace of mind were concerned.

Suddenly he groaned aloud. She had begun to inflict tiny nibbling kisses all along his penis from scrotum to the urethral lips, which had begun to pucker and twitch with convulsive receptivity to the soft moist caress of her red lips. At the same time, her fingertips plied the insides of his thighs and the edges of his buttocks near the cleavage with a persistent and delicious friction that sent innumerable tremors through his entire nervous system and inevitably concentrated all their cumulative revitalization into the now agonizedly swollen structure of his throbbing penis.

"Oh, my, Tim, you're ready to take command right now, really you are!" she huskily declared, kneeling up and considering him with humid, widened eyes. "Remember, I want you to do whatever you like to me, and don't hold it back. How do you want me to get ready for you, lover?"

He sat up, trembling with unslaked desire. "Get on all fours, bow your head way down to the bed, and spread those luscious legs of yours, Eleanor honey!" he heard himself saying in a hoarse, unrecognizable voice. As she began to pluck open the buttons of the black net wrap, he put his hands to her wrists, shook his head: "No, just the way you are right now!"

"Your command is my law, master," she whispered and made a saucy face at him as she moved away to the middle of the bed and then bowed her forehead down to its yielding surface, pressing down her palms on either side of her and beyond her head, and spreading her knees to maximum. He knelt up, shuddering violently as he moved behind her. With trembling fingers he lofted the wrap and rolled it up along the smooth ivory plane of her tendered back. This time he glanced upward at the ceiling to watch the libidinous reflection, his hands reaching out to stroke and squeeze the resilient globes of her jutting naked buttocks. Eleanor sighed deeply and squirmed lasciviously as she felt his sinewy fingers fondle her ivory flesh.

Her hair tumbled out along the bed towards her left arm, and in this genuflecting servile pose she became the epitome of every exotically beautiful concubine awaiting the virile will of her owner. His fingers moved round the edges of her hips, to feel her belly and abdomen, then dipped into the pink hairless orifice, tickling the soft moist twitching lips as he moved closer to her. The tip of his penis brushed against the shadowy, distended groove between her up reared, yielded naked buttocks, and he heard her suck in her breath sharply at the intimation. "Do you want some of that ointment first, before you do it to me, dearest?" he heard her gasp.

"No, you sweet bitch, and I'm taking over now, remember?" Now his voice was authoritative and compelling. There was a glory in being male now, the possessor of this exciting, imaginative houri. "Get ready to be fucked, Eleanor." Again he did not recognize his own voice as It throbbed with lust. And the very words made a thousand thrills of sensuality permeate his every nerve and sinew.

"Yes, master, I'm ready to be fucked," she whispered huskily. "Do it to me hard, as long as you can, I need it so badly! I'm your little girl, and I want my Daddy to give it to me good and hard!"

His face twisted into a rictus of tortured passion at these fateful words. They had evoked the very images he had sought to banish out of an age-old taboo, and now they were furiously vivid. With a choking cry, he gripped the insides of her upper thighs and steered his aching penis against the gaping pink cleft of her vulva. There was a lewdly sucking sound as he entered her, and then with a savage thrust impaled her to his very testicles, feeling them slap against the under edges of her jouncy ivory buttocks. And then once again he was caught up in the magic of her primal womanliness: he could feel the tightening clench of her vaginal walls against his rooted shaft. Closing his eyes, his fingers mercilessly digging into her quaking thighs, he prolonged this ecstatic moment of possession. And through it all he could feel the flutterings of her sheath as it gripped him in a timeless yet always thrillingly new captivity.

He reached forward now to cup the dangling globes of her swelling naked breasts and to squeeze them ardently as he pressed himself to complete cohesion. The warm grinding resistance of her thrust-back naked behind against his belly and upper thighs was indescribably glorious. And this time he knew that it would be long and sweet and savage, as it should always be when the flesh burned for fulfillment. Because she had eased him of his first agonized tensions, there would now be time to spin out this far more assionate consummation that would give him back his direly needed confidence in his own powers.

Eleanor arched up her buttocks, so that he could feel his penis stirring in the nethermost depths of her moist tight chasm, and he drew slightly back, his hands stroking her bare belly and sides and returning to squeeze the tops of her agile hips as if to guide and dominate her. Then again he thrust home, and was rewarded by her choking little "Ohh, that's lovely, darling, that's so lovely! I'm so glad I'm nice for you. Tim dear!"

He halted long enough to look round at all the mirrored walls and then up at the ceiling, seeing the two of them in this licentious cuppling like a photograph perpetuated throughout eternity. And indeed time did stand still now for this dreamed of moment. His right hand moved across her belly, descended till his forefinger found the dainty little bud of her clitoris, and he prodded it experimentally. She gasped, lifted her face and he could see in the mirror of the opposite wall the wide-eyed, sensually expectant face of his beautiful red-haired consort of the night. And then he began a relentless thrusting home and drawing back just to the brink of her moist quaking maw, while his finger speeded the frictioning of her stiffening lovebud. His left hand squeezed her upper left buttock, and he could feel her jerk and squirm and weave against his maneuvers.

"Do you feel me fucking you, Eleanor, you gorgeous red-haired bitch, you?" he growled, exultant in his newly regained role.

"Oooh, yes, Daddy, I do, I do! Ohh, it's good-oh that's a lovely thing you're doing with your finger, Daddy-oh fuck your little girl ever so hard now, please hick her till she comes, I need it so badly!" She exhorted him in a tiny, whimpering voice that made him seethe with lust.

For now he could drive away the demons of the taboo, knowing that it was for this night only and understood only by the two of them who would not meet again after this night. He hilted himself inside her vagina with a furious lunge, and once again he could feel her velvety-smooth buttocks convulsively grind and squirm against his belly. His forefinger pressed back her turgid clitoris into the soft protective cowl of loveflesh, then let it spring forth, and Eleanor uttered a sobbing little cry of pleasure, rubbing her forehead on the bed this way and that: her fingernails now scrabbling over the moving surface.

"Don't you dare let it slip out of your sweet cunt now, or you'll be sorry," he gasped a lewd waning as he drew himself back to the portals of her twitching vulva. And before she could answer, he thrust home again his spear scab barding itself into her tightening, contracting sheath.

His right forefinger returned to commandeer the swollen nodule, making her jerk and gasp as tumultuous sensations began to invade her crouching proffered naked body. Now his left forefinger caressed the smooth effulgence of her buttocks before at last stealthily moving towards the sinuous, shadowy groove between the jutting globes. A moment later, she tilted back her head, her nostrils flaring widely, her mouth gaping in a startled cry of pleasure as his fingertip thrust inside the contracting rosette of her anus.

"Aaaaa-oooh-ohh, D-Daddy-oh yes, hick me everywhere, give it to me hard-oh Daddy!"

He forgot everything except the overwhelming glory of the flesh, the joy of triumphant domination and cohesion. He thrust back and forth, his fingers moving in tempo, and Eleanor's crouching body was shaken with interminable spasms as her own magnificent fulfillment approached.

And then with a simultaneous, chorused cry which drowned out the music from the hi-fl, he and his paramour of the night knew at last release from the frenetic longings of their whetted flesh…