Mistress of Pleasure
Mistress of Pleasure
Reian
8-23-2010
I stepped off the boat and took a deep breath of the air around me. There was still the strong tinge of ocean, but I could smell trees, flowers, and women. I looked around and there were certainly a lot of them. Most of them holding signs that already had someone's name one them. I shook my head and sighed at that.
My girlfriend left me about two months ago, in a letter that she sent to the boat. She had found someone else who wasn't in the Navy, someone who could shower her in all the attention she wanted, and, in some ways, that she deserved. I stepped heavily down the gang plank stairs onto the pier, trying to ignore the shouts of happiness and declarations of love from below.
The farther I walk from the ocean though, the more the memories hurt. I didn't understand; it seemed so silly to still be thinking about her after two months. Yet, as I continued toward shore the feeling of a life I could have had washed over me far stronger than any tide could have. With a laugh to myself though I try to put it behind me as I stride towards a new life for the next few weeks.
Though, it seemed like I would get to that new life at a much slower pace than I would have liked, as I had to shoulder through the crowd that had clustered at the end of the walk way. As typical, the families were waiting down here, screaming for their fathers and jumping up and down with small gifts. This was not my first time being coming off the boat, but it was my first time without someone waiting for me and I felt the waters of despair begin to lap at my heels again.
When I finally pushed through all of the people and almost knocked down a few children on accident, I looked around where I was, noticing bars, cafes, and pubs that lined the streets, offering specials to entice customers inside. Nothing that they were offering sounded any good to me. Fancy sandwiches, super healthy salads, foreign beers; none of it was what I wanted after being out at sea for almost a year eating the crappy rations that were provided for us.
I turned the corner and realized I had come into the Red Light district of the port. I began to turn to go the other way, but stopped mid step. Why shouldn't I indulge myself? I smirked to himself and continued farther into the area of debauchery. Prostitutes lurked in the alleys. They stepped out into the light, trying to entice me for a blow job or a quick ride.
I wasn't just looking for sexual pleasure though. Well, I kinda was, but nothing so crude as a back alley blow job. As I turned another one of the prostitutes down, a small flickering light at the bottom of a set of stairs. I looked over the railing to get a better view and saw a neon sign that had a frog jumping into a martini glass. I smirked a little at the sign, finding it some way endearing. I swung around the banister and began to descend the stairs, hearing the voices above me chatter.
"Oh, suga', you gonna be in for a big big surprise down there."
"You are betteh off staying up here with us, hun'."
I brushed the comments away. They were just prostitutes probably jealous they weren't going to meet the quota for their sugar daddies. I turned the brass knob on the door and opened the deep olive green door. I was greeted by a wall of music, smoke, lights, and booze. I stepped in and the cacophony of sounds, sights, and smells engulfed me, welcoming me home more so than the port did. I saw women dressed in very little twirling themselves around poles and grinding themselves against members of their audience's lap.
I traveled the perimeter of the club, looking at the different girls and trying to decide on one for later. There was pretty red head dancing in between two men that intrigued me. How she got the top part of her to move seemingly independent from the bottom half, I didn't understand. Her breasts moved and rubbed against the one guys face while her ass ground against the other. I felt my breath get heavy at the sight and tried to divert my eyes somewhere else. I searched the room and was met with enticing body again and again. I saw the bar and almost let out a sigh of relief. After being out to sea for eight months, all of the women were almost driving me crazy; sorrow and girlfriend troubles be damned.
I walked over to the bar and sat down, not allowing my eyes to go back to the dance floor. They had a small menu of food, which mostly consisted of anything you could put in a fryer. I signaled the bar tender who acknowledged me rather quickly with a nod, but finished up the work he had in front of him.
Since it seemed like I had a couple of minutes before I could order anything food wise, I figured I would see what I could order body wise. A lot of the strippers seemed to have noticed my Naval uniform and had taken an interest in me. Even the ones already occupied by a John seemed to want to hurry up and come over.
"What'll it be?" a voice asked. I turned around to see the bartender had finally gotten to me.
"A rum and coke along with an order of chicken strips."
"Alright. Follow me before you get devoured by our less lovely ladies, brother," he said, with his back to me and tapping on a screen. I quirked a brow at him. "Well come on," he said, coming out from behind the bar.
I shook my head and got up from the barstool I had just sat on, following him around the edge of the walls. I glanced at the mirrored ceiling, enjoying the views it provided of the various females. Some of them would hang upside down from their pole, their g-stings not completely concealing their light pink cunts. Just the peeks made me far more aroused than I had ever been. I glanced down from the enticing view just in time to notice him stop at a door.
"This is our VIP room, it has just what you asked for. I'll send you in an appetizer with your meal. We try to serve our men right," he said with a smirk, going back to the bar. I walked through the opened door to a medium room. Each of the walls seemed to be a giant mirror, glancing up I noticed the ceiling was too. A golden pole was situated in the center of the room and a few large, comfy looking, emerald green chairs sat around that.
I took a few more steps in, sitting, a bit nervously, in the first chair available. I was at a loss for what had just happened. I had asked for a bite of food before trying to round me up a companion for a few hours. Now I was locked in a room, alone. Though it had felt like I was going to get torn apart out there. It was like they'd never seen a sailor in there before or, I admitted to myself, it was as if they could smell a desperate male in the room.
There was a sound to the left of me and I turned my head. A door opened and two girls walked in. It was the red head and the one who showed the most of her pink cunt. Now, while that doesn't sound like the best identifier, I hadn't seen her face at all yet. I mostly recognized her by the bright yellow g-string that was hugging her nether regions like a second skin.
"Hello, ladies," I said, only after thinking about how stupid that sounded. They giggled a melodious sound as they began to circle me.
"We saw you watching us," the red head purred.
"So we asked to be your appetizer," yellow g-string said. As she came to the front of me I saw that she had blond hair that wasn't real, blue eyes that were like sapphires, and lips that were just as plump and pink as her sex.
"Oh?"
"Yes, so just lean back, relax, and enjoy the show. We know it must have been real hard on that boat for you," red head said, her breasts landing on the top of my head. I could have died right there and been happy, but no, g-string had to go work her magic on the pole, giving me all the views I could ever want.
"Ohhhh," I echoed, feeling my body temperature and other body parts rise as the two girls worked their magic on me. G-strings breasts seemed to engulf the pole she slide up, down, and around on, the grease covering her body and making the exquisite form glisten in the lights. Her legs were wrapped so tight around the pole I thought she might actually bend it.
As she slid down the pole, red head walked over to her. G-string lifted her leg up high over red head's body, putting it on her shoulder. Red head walked up to g-string, her own ample breasts resting on the slightly tanner woman. I watched intently as they began to grind against each other, their barely there bottoms seemingly falling down. While g-string was completely shaved, red head had a small patch around her sex's lips that matched her hair.
As g-string's leg came down off red head's shoulder, the door opened once again. The bartender came in with the food and drink I had ordered, completely unphased by the dancing girls. He placed the items down on the table beside me and as he went to leave, I looked up at him, my stare questioning.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"Um, well no. I was just wondering how you can work here with this," I said, motioning to the girls. He chuckled and shook his head.
"I'm here nearly everyday. There is little I haven't seen," he started with a glance over at the two girls. "Occasionally they surprise me and I get a little excited, but most of it is the same day in and day out."
I pondered about it for a moment. I had been on a boat for a very long time where most everyone was male and those who did happen to be female were completely covered, not even the slightest bit of cleavage showed.
"Anything else you want?"
I snapped out of my thoughts and look up at him, "Nah. This will be the best food I have had in months."
"Well, your main course will be ready soon."
I watched as he left a little baffled by what he meant. I picked up a chicken finger as g-string and red head began to dance again, this time red head on the pole and g-string around me. I'm not sure how long I sat there, holding that chicken finger, mesmerized by g-strings rather large bouncing tits and red heads voluptuous ass.
"Take a bite there, big boy," g-string said, her hands on my lap, cleavage in perfect view. I moved to take a bite and felt her hands sliding up my thighs. I could feel my cock pushing against my uniform pants, wanting to burst out and be pleasured by those absolutely fantastic breasts. I saw the red head stop dancing and walk up behind the other girl, but didn't think much of it until she knelt down behind g-string, moving the small piece of cloth away from her tanned cunt. My vision was torn between g-strings breasts, which were now starting to fall out of the small straps that were currently holding them, and red head, who was now beginning to play with her counter parts sex.
The chicken finger never made it to my mouth. G-string began to moan at red-head's stroking, which pushed me over my limit. My hand reached up and grabbed one of her tits, massaging it right out of its covering, making her begin to gasp for air. I glanced down and saw that red head was not only pleasing g-string here, but also thrusting fingers in and out of her own sex. I moaned at the sight before me, wanting to be inside them both so bad. As if reading my mind, g-string began to work at my pants, slowly unzipping them. With each centimeter, I could feel my erection pushing to get out.
As she unbuttoned the top part of my pants she gasped in surprise. I glanced down and saw red head licking g-string's clit. I groaned not only at the sight, but the slight stroking that was now being applied to my cock through the boxer fabric. I went to kiss g-string, but was avoided for some reason. She stood up, red head still eating her out and pleasuring herself all at the same time. I sat there and watched them, my hand going to my cock to unveil it from its cover. I began to work my shaft as the girls re-positioned themselves once again, red head now laying down with g-string's pussy over her mouth. G-string massaged red head's tits as her pussy was assaulted by red head's tongue.
I watched as they moaned, licked, and massage each other in front of me. I wanted to join in, but something told me not to. As g-string's hands wandered down towards red head's abdomen I worked my hand up and down my cock faster in anticipation. She was almost there, her fingers tracing the underside of the bikini bottom and face getting ever closer.
At that moment the door in the back opened and I cursed it, no matter who it was. G-string crawled off red head and moved towards the figure that had just entered the room, red head not far behind her.
"Mistress," they both said, looking up at her with pleading eyes. The figure shook its hood off, revealing a face with skin that was lightly tinted green and hair that looked like she had just gotten wet. I looked at this woman in both disgust and interest.
"Remove my robe, my wenches," she says stepping forward through the girls. As she walked towards me they tugged at the bottom, pulling the single piece of clothing off inch by inch. I watched as her body was revealed to me, her neck line looking particularly enticing, even with the gleam of wet on her skin. I looked down at the girls and noticed them changing too. What I thought was oil and lubricant was now pooling around them, and their necks seem to be gaining small slits. The soft lights showed shadows of webbing between their fingers, but I thought it was a trick of the light. As they moved, the slick stuff on their bodies left strings that connected from limb to limb or torso.
The robe fell off a few more inches, revealing three breasts that were ample in size. I was very surprised at this, I did not think it existed. It had been one of my biggest dreams, my wildest fantasy, my craziest thoughts, and here it was in front of me. I just stared at the gorgeous figure as she walked towards me, my exposed cock growing harder if that was even possible. The robe fell farther, revealing her well toned arms and abs, most likely from all the dancing she did, and then her hands.
Her hands were fascinating. There were fingers, but the were very slender and connected together with webbing, like you would see on a frog. I watched as she moved her hands, the webbing stretching and contracting with each movement, a light film forming in between the very tips. I looked down at the two others and noticed their own hands becoming webbed slowly. I didn't know if I should watch the strange beauty in front of me or the two whores in the back who were becoming like their so called mistress.
The mistress won in the end. Her robe completely fell to the floor, her slimy, but toned body naked in front of me. She picked up a leg and raised it above her head, resting it on the pole. I could tell that her feet were just as webbed as her hands, which she ran across her breasts, teasing each of the three nipples lightly. This kind of tease was far from fair my mind screamed. I watched g-string and red head crawl across the floor towards their mistress. As she stretched and moved, the two now slightly amphibian whores touched her, allowing their hands to slide around her body, both of their tongues working at her clit.
I blinked repeatedly, my breathing so shallow and fast it almost hurt. This was so much better than any lesbian porno I could even want to watch. Her webbed hands wrapped around the pole tightly, and all I could imagine was them being around my cock. It got even better when she brought her leg down to waist height and curled her one foot around it, then bringing the other up and also wrapping it. As she stayed there on the pole, the two girls reached up with their webbed, slippery hands and fondled her.
Pre-cum began to leak from the tip of my rock hard cock and watching to much more of this threesome would probably make me cum without a touch. The three breasted woman moved around on the pole, her tits knocking into each other as she changed directions. G-string and red head had a hard time keeping up with her as she swung back and forth, flipping and twirling on the pole. She slowed down and reached a hand out to the other pole, grabbing onto it and seemingly sticking. She reached a leg out so that she was straddled in the air.
Her whores, slaves, workers, I don't know what to call them, went right over to her. Little drops of slime came off her arms and legs slowly, but she lost none of her slick appearance. They sat below her, their own webbed hand touching her legs, massaging her ass, occasionally slipping a digit against her dripping cunt. I sat forward in my seat, wanting a closer view, I didn't care if they were only a few feet in front of me. My cock pointed at them, aiming at the beautifully magnificent three breasted woman. It twitched fiercely, as if wanting to shower its load all over her and then have it it drip down on to her subordinates. Having my own cum mix with the slickness on her body sounded like a great plan to me.
She slid down slowly, the two other woman moving out of the way. She placed her webbed feet down, one at a time, and then walked towards me. I could see the slime trail from her feet to the ground as she lifted and placed them down one after. As she got closer I could feel my cock leak more pre-cum and the feeling of it dribble down towards my balls made me shiver. I watched as she knelt down in front of me , looking up through her short and wet hair.
"So you are our hero?" she asked. I went to answer, but got a webbed finger put to my lips. The slime dripped across my lips, surprisingly cold. I wanted to lick it, to taste it, to feel it in my mouth, but I couldn't move. Her eyes gazing into mine had me transfixed. I could think of all the things I wanted to do to her, but couldn't actually move to do anything.
She dragged a webbed finger down and around my chin, then tracing my throat. She traced the neckline of my uniforms, my breath caught in my chest. Her eyes still hadn't left mine, their misty green coloring reminded me of the ocean I had just come from, but instead tranquil and loving rather than turbulent and deadly. This was not your everyday stripper, that is for sure.
"Well, hero, allow me to welcome you home," she said, an evil smile crawling across her lips. Even with that face I was not afraid. I nodded at her, eagerly wanting my welcome. She leaned forward, the middle breast touching my cock, my wish of my cum and her slime being mixed almost being granted. Her hands moved craftily down my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. The tip of one of her fingers trailed down my chest, leaving a trail to my pants, which she further removed and exposed my package.
One of her webbed-hands cupped my balls, the slippery goo giving more sensation then I thought was possible. As she began to massage my balls, the other hand continued to take of my pants. I stripped the rest of my shirt off, putting it on the back of the chair as I removed each arm from its sleeve. The woman climbs up into my lap, her weight nearly nothing and her skin slick and cool. I glanced over her shoulder quickly, seeing the other two women still playing with each other, both of them having slight aspects of their mistress: small gills, webbed-hands, and glistening slick skin.
I'm quickly brought back to the amphibian woman on my lap though, her multiple breasts now in my face. I leaned forward into them, enjoying their movement against my cheeks and lips as she began to move against me, her hands covering my whole torso, her feet tracing up and down my legs. Her gloriously wet cunt was against my cock, teasing it more and more with each of her gyrations. I hoped that she would allow me to enter into her and have her slippery walls hold onto my firm cock as tight as she could.
She slipped her body up and down mine. Each inch of my front was dripping with her unique slippery coating making the feeling of her against me even more pleasurable as I became more and more lubed up. My cock began to twitch again, making me doubt how much longer I could hold on. As she bent her body in half, two of her breasts hugged my cock tight, slipping up and down it with ease. I gripped the arms of the chair, each slide providing a new wave of pleasure. She took her webbed-hands and pushed all three of her breasts tighter together, molding them tighter around my cock so they were like a second skin.
"Feel free to release," she said. Was my discomfort that apparent? I nodded in acknowledgment, my fingers releasing their death grip from the arms of the chair.
"That is better now," she said with a sly smile. She then picked up her pace, magnificent tits working my cock and pushing me to my limit. I felt her foot come up and begin to fondle my balls. I moaned out loudly, the webbing feeling glorious. My body began to flush and my breathing became rushed, as though I couldn't get enough air into my lungs. I could feel my orgasm build and she could tell. She began to jiggle her breasts as she moved up and down along with cupping my balls and squeezing them just right.
I really couldn't hold myself anymore. I began to moan loudly, grabbing the attention of the two women in the back. I could see the women on top of me smiling as my noises grew louder and more frequent. I could feel my balls get tight and with one last grand pump of her tits, my load gushed out, covering her chin, neck, breasts and shoulders. Her tongue, which was a little longer than most, licked up my cum from her face, a string of goo and cum trailing it.
At the sight of her covering in my thick and white cum covering her made me get hard right away again. She climbed off of me, my seed dribbling down her body and mixing with the slime on her body. The two other women, at the point also completely naked, came over and licked her clean of my cum, her body regenerating the slick appearance quickly. All three looked over at me, smiling.
"Our hero tastes good," the red-head said, her tongue sliding across her lips, getting the last little bit of my cum and her mistress' slick coating off her face. G-string nodded in agreement, her face going back to the amphibian woman's middle breast and suckling on the nipple. She, however, gave no notice to that.
"It seems that our hero needs more, please leave us," she said to her subordinates, stroking their hair briefly. They nodded at her, their eyes saddened. As they walked away, she watched them, giving me time to touch myself, one hand running up and down my still hard and long shaft while the other slid across my chest. I enjoyed the feeling of my own body feeling so slick, much like one of the salamanders I played with as a child. I closed my eyes and imagined her back on me, wanting to know how that dripping cunt felt on the inside.
My eyes snapped open as I felt her cool, webbed hands wrap around the tip of my cock, running over the tip. I let out a low moan of appreciation. As both of her hands began to work my whole cock I looked down, unable to tell which strands of slime where from my pre-cum or from her. The unique texture of the webbing between her fingers made my eyes roll, as if my body was in sensory overload. A sock on a rocking ship could never get me off again after this.
"Now that we can have some us time," she said against my cock. As her breath rolled over my skin I was not sure if she was talking to me or my penis. I didn't really care either way, particularly when one of her feet came up and the webbing between her toes began to run under my balls, her toes occasionally rubbing the area in between them and my cock.
Then suddenly her tongue was wrapped around the tip, her hands sliding down and eventually releasing me. She put her hands on the arms of the chair pushing it so her feet were on my knees. I blinked, not even realizing what she was doing to me, but instead trying to figure out how she could bend her frame like that. Even further impressive was the fact that she bent farther, eventually getting all of my cock into her mouth and beginning to lightly bob up and down.
Oh, and that mouth! It was the most fantastic experience ever. It was soft, warm, and slick, exactly what I imagined her pussy being like. As I was quickly brought back to the treatment I was getting I completely and totally focused on this goddess. I wanted to find a way to take her with me, to make her my little slave. Somewhere in the back of mind, I knew I couldn't do that, no matter how much I wanted to.
She brought one of her webbed feet to the base of my cock, removing her mouth and and simply playing with the tip with her tongue. I groaned, finally realizing that the webbing on her feet had a more defined texture, one that sent shiver around my whole body, a feeling that made it feel like I had a vibrator on. As she continued to lap up what I think was my pre-cum, but it could have been her slick goo, she brought her other leg over, surprising me once again with how she could move. Her elbows were locked tight, holding her up on the chair and her feet began to move up and down the length of my shaft.
I moaned and arched in ecstasy, the texture being more than I could handle almost. Her head came up and began to lick my chest, occasionally flicking over one of my nipples and every once in a while nipping at a stop that she magically knew was sensitive. Everything felt so good, even better than before. My head fell back and I watched her work from the mirrors on the ceiling. As she moved I could see her vertebrae through her skin. I could she her supple yet modest ass jiggle as her legs worked to move her webbed feet up and down my shaft.
I watched from the mirror as her head traveled down my chest and then finally to my cock. I sat up and watched as she opened her mouth wider than I had ever seen another person and took about half of my length plus the top of her feet into her mouth. She started to suck harder and her mouth slipped into the perfect place right above her feet, not leaving any part of my cock uncovered or unattended to.
Her body dropped a bit, her webbed feet now able to pump more agile like and her moth capturing just a little more of my cock. The roof of her mouth brushed against my head, the slick roughness making me once again shiver. She began to move more forcefully up and down and I noticed that the slippery, slightly webbed textured, lips of her sex were brushing against my sack. I moaned out loudly, wanting to call her name, but instead just calling her goddess. I could feel her lips curl up into a smile.
The grip on my now so hard it hurt cock tightened, both by her feet and her mouth. I screamed out, the pain mixing with the pleasure to the point where my body did not know what to do anymore. She released a little bit and the rush of blood to my cock made it twitch rapidly. My body became flushed and skin hot as my orgasm climbed. Whatever she had down may have hurt, but now I was teetering on the edge and unsure of what to do with myself. She began to bend more, her mouth seamlessly slipping over her feet. With each of the movements one of her nipples would lightly touch the top of my sack, the feeling now alternating between that and her semi-webbed lips.
The stimulation got to be to much and my whole body tensed up before coming more than I had ever cum before. My seed began to leak out the sides of her mouth, down her neck and then all over her body. Her webbed-feet kept working, milking me for all I was worth. The massage on my softening cock allowed me to ride orgasm after orgasm, cum still flowing out of its tip, but no longer into her mouth. Instead it covered her breasts, dripping down all three of her nipples like a waterfall, down her stomach, and into her womanhood.
When she finally climbed off of me she turned, picking up her robe and throwing it at me.
"Welcome home hero. Thank you for what you do," she said, her back to me. I see a faint smile on her lips as she walks to the back door and exits, slime and cum being left in her trail. I sit there for a few moments, panting hard and trying to stop my body from aching for more. I cover myself with the robe as I hear the other door open.
"This is why I don't get turned on anymore," the bartender says, picking up my forgotten about drink and food. "I see what she and her women can do to men like you and say I don't want to be left for the rest of my life craving more."
He turns to leave and I just sit there, looking dazed at the ceiling. My hands run over my body, enjoying the remnants of her slime that were on my body, my fingers absently tracing circles in it. My mind constantly went back to the mistress and her two girls, hoping they would come back in for more, but they never did.