Chapter 1
Something wet was licking at me through my sleep. I felt myself torn between the warm comfort of my dreams and the growing erotic stirring of pleasure that was spreading like a pool of warm water up and down my body. It was as though the blanket of sleep was like a cover around me, engulfing my body, and this moving wetness, like a distant awareness, was abrasively washing through the mud-like fog of sleep.
"It's eight o'clock, Mr. Caldwell," said a voice, cutting like a knife and opening a hole in my brain. The words fell through the crack, like drops of colored rain, and tinkled musically against my consciousness. "Time to get up, sir. It's morning."
I gripped the edge of my sleep and began to pull my body through the hole punched open by those soft words. Closer to awareness, I could feel the wet pleasure more acutely now, and my body stirred as, involuntarily, I arched my hips up. My groin seemed suddenly very hot, as though I had somehow penetrated even more deeply into the wetness; as though there was a sucking warmth pulling against my erect cock.
"It's eight o'clock, sir," the voice said again. It was a woman's voice.
I pried my eyes apart and a flood of bright light exploded in my brain. A shadow passed in front of me and then gradually took focus. I was looking up into the face of an exquisitely attractive woman. She was smiling down at me. Her lips were colored a deep red, and they were parted moistly, and behind the two even rows of perfect white teeth, I could see her tongue. The woman had jet black hair, and it flowed down around her face like a vivid frame, setting off her striking features and deep-set, electric-blue eyes. The woman was also very naked, and her breasts, like two large grapefruits, were almost in my face.
"Good morning, sir!" she said crisply. Her hands were against me and she was rubbing my chest and stomach. Smiling, she asked, "Did you sleep well?"
A name floated through the fog in my skull and attached itself to her face: Diane. Her name was Diane Miller and she worked for me.
"Good morning, Diane," I said finally. My voice was brittle with sleep and it cracked. I tried to move my body, but I seemed to be pinned down to the mattress, as though there was a great weight pressing against my thighs. Completely conscious now, I was aware again of a sexual tingling in my crotch.
I must have looked confused for Diane smiled at me again. She turned her head and looked towards a point just in front of me but barely out of my line of vision. Her eyes suggested that I follow her stare.
With an effort, I lifted my body slightly and propped myself on my elbows. The blanket on the bed was pulled up to my waist, but down between my legs, hidden by the covers, there seemed to be a very large, irregularly shaped figure moving about on the mattress.
Sleep must have numbed my mind, for I still didn't understand what it was that I was looking at.
Diane sensed my confusion. She took hold of the sheet and blanket and flipped them back.
"Mr. Caldwell," she said, "allow me to introduce you to Patti Marshall. Patti is working with us now. Today is her first day with Xanadu."
Down between my legs was Patti Marshall. like Diane, she was stark naked, but I couldn't appreciate the view for all I could see of her was the top of her blonde head. Her arms were pressed against my stomach, holding me down, and the long blonde strands of her hair were splayed out across my lap like a sunburst. She was pumping her head up and down in a slow, bobbing movement, and I could feel the stiff tip of each breast brushing against my thighs. It took me a second or two to realize that Patti Marshall was sucking on my cock.
I looked back at Diane, but her attention was still fixed on what Patti was doing to me. There was just the faintest flush of excitement coloring her cheeks, and she held her mouth open, as though she were breathing heavily. I stared at her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect as her breasts rose and fell.
Diane turned back to me. "It was Patti's idea to wake you in this manner, Mr. Caldwell. I hope you don't mind, sir?"
I thought for a moment. "No ... I don't mind."
"Good. I'm glad. Actually, I thought Patti's idea was rather inspired. After all, what better way could there be to wake a man from a deep sleep than by ... sucking his cock."
Diane said these last three words slowly and gutturally, and I felt a chill run through me. Blunt, sexual words, coming from a beautiful woman, have always had a strangely exciting effect on me: I've always found it extremely erotic. Diane knew perfectly well that she was preying on one of my sexual weaknesses. She often used that technique very effectively.
"You do like your cock sucked, don't you, sir?" she asked playfully. She ran her hand down to my crotch and I could feel her fingers in my pubic hair. Her hand slipped around the base of my cock, around the part that was outside of Patti's mouth, and she squeezed the shaft in her grip. My cock was coated with Patti's saliva, and I could hear the sticky-wet squish of Diane's closing fingers.
Despite not being quite awake, I began to moan softly. A wave of pleasure spread warmly across my crotch, and I arched my hips up into it.
"You know I like it, Diane," I said, dividing my attention between her smiling face and all the frantic activity going on around my cock.
Diane slipped her hand between my legs, just under the plunging wetness of Patti's pumping mouth. Her fingers were wet with saliva and I trembled as she spread the thin film of moisture across the sensitive flesh of my balls. Then she grabbed the twin sacs in her hand and squeezed gently, applying just enough pressure to bring on another rush of excitement.
"Your cock feels very hard this morning, Mr. Caldwell," Diane observed. "Patti must have a very good mouth. Perhaps I'll let her use it on me before we've finished. Would you like to see her do that to me, sir? Would you like to see Patti use her mouth on my ... cunt?"
It was a rhetorical question: Diane knew very well what my preferences were, and she catered to them. She knew how to turn me on.
An image flashed through my mind of Diane on her back, with her legs parted and Patti between them, applying her lips and tongue to Diane's cunt. Then the image altered to include me, and I saw myself fucking in and out of Patti's elevated cunt while she licked feverishly at the aroused clit that was nestled warmly between the delicate folds of Diane's very hairy cunt.
The images excited me very much, and I arched my hips up again and buried even more of my cock into the wet hollow of Patti's sucking mouth.
Diane was very good today, I thought. This was an inspired move on Patti's part, and she was making the most of it. To be wakened up to sex was extraordinarily erotic and stimulating! It crowded everything else out of my brain.
My senses were fully awake now, and I began to appreciate the softness of Patti's wet mouth. My cock was very hard, and it stood stiffly between her puckered lips. I could feel the slow, rolling caress of her tongue as she washed it across the tip of my organ. She used her tongue expertly, and pressed it flatly against my cock, wrapping it around the swollen, spongy head of my organ as though it were a thick, wet blanket of swirling flesh. Her movement was steady and insistent, building to higher and higher peaks of pleasure; then she would shatter these peaks of pleasure and reduce them with quaking tremors of raw intensity by breaking away from her steady tempo, and inserting just the tip of her stabbing, darting tongue into the narrow, slitted opening at the tip of my cock.
Allowing Patti to wake me like this was inspired in another way, I soon realized. Patti was a new girl, and to my erect cock, her mouth and her lips and her tongue were equally new. The very uniqueness of her touch, her very lack of familiarity, the applied differences in pressure and texture from the swishing friction of her tongue, coupled with Diane's intimate knowledge of how best to satisfy my every desire, made the act so much more exciting and intense. There was a raw, almost frantic energy, a selfless enthusiasm to please me, that was clearly evident from the vigorous suction of Patti's vacuum-like mouth.
"Suck him, Patti!" Diane whispered urgently. "Suck his cock until he shoots his sperm into your mouth!"
Diane's hand loosened its grip on my balls. She wiggled her fingers between the open vee of my parted thighs and the plunging efforts of Patti's mouth until her hand was almost curled under my body. Her hand was still very wet and I could feel her pressing her long, tapered middle finger between the bunched muscles of my ass cheeks. The sharp, pointed fingertip scratched against my flesh and made me quiver with anticipation.
I pushed myself even higher on the bed and propped myself against the wooden headboard behind me. The back of my head ached and my neck was stiffly pressed forward, but the sight that this new position afforded me was well worth the price of my discomfort.
I could see my own cock now, and it was sliding effortlessly in and out of Patti's mouth. The organ was rigidly stiff, and the throbbing web of veins along the shaft made it seem as though it was straining to push between her lips. The flesh was wet and shiny, and in the bright morning-light of the bedroom, it glistened like new leather.
"Suck him, baby!" Diane urged. "Suck him!" ll
Diane's fingertip pushed at the puckered mouth of my anus. My balls tensed with excitement and I tried to press down so that I could impale myself on the slender probe of her finger. But Diane had already anticipated my move, and I felt her finger push suddenly upward, into me, and she slid it into my anus.
I closed my eyes and ground my teeth together at the intensity of the pleasure. The sensation was a close combination of pain and pleasure, and I rolled my ass down against it so that the twin-pronged sensation filled my body with a burning swell of ecstasy.
"Push it up ... further!" I groaned and tightened my stomach muscles so that I could endure the intensity of the pleasure. I began to rock myself against Diane's finger, moving in and out slowly.
It took a moment or two to adjust to the size of her finger. Then, gradually, as the saliva on her finger and the natural lubrication of the passageway made the penetration comfortably smooth, Diane pushed upward, moving even more deeply into me, and I cried out and pushed my body down around it.
The high-degree of pleasure that Diane was providing almost made me forget the excitement of Patti's mouth. To remind me, Patti tightened her lips around the shaft of my cock so that, in my excitement, I didn't dislodge myself from her mouth; then she proceeded to follow me down as I crushed my ass into the soft knuckles of Diane's thrusting, curled fist.
Eat him, baby!" Diane moaned, watching Patti pursue my cock with her lips. "Eat him up! Don't let him get away from you!"
Patti had an extraordinary mouth: somehow she managed to sink her lips to the base of my crotch and take in the whole length of my seven-inch cock. I could feel her tight, pursed lips nuzzling through the forest of hair on my stomach while the tip of my cock pounded repeatedly against the soft opening of her throat.
Then Patti began to pump, using her mouth like a piston. As her lips slid up the length of my cock, her teeth scraped teasingly against the swollen column of flesh until they were pressed tightly against the stiff crown of my organ's head. She began to lick the head as she had before, running her tongue over and over the tip. Then, before I could get used to this feeling, she swooped again, and I felt myself swallowed into the warm wetness of her pulling mouth.
There was a burning in my balls, and I knew, if I wanted to, I could have ended it then and there by depositing the hot issue of my balls down Patti's throat. But I wanted something else; I needed something more.
I opened my eyes and my breath sucked in at the vividly exciting sight of the two women working industriously on my cock. I purposely pushed my cock up into Patti's mouth and watched it sink into the ragged O-shaped hole of her lips. Diane's hand, buried deeply in my ass, jabbed upwardly as she followed my thrusting hunch.
I put my hand on top of Patti's blonde head and pushed her away from me.
"Sixty-nine, girls!" I said. "Do sixty-nine to each other!"
I stared down and, with the wet, rigid silhouette of my cock standing starkly erect before her face, I saw Patti Marshall for the first time. like Diane, like all of the girls in my own personal harem, Patti was a strikingly beautiful woman.
The flush of passion on her cheeks made her intense, aqua-blue eyes burn like pieces of ice. She held her mouth open, and the heavy, curved impression of my cock's weight remained evident on her lips. Her long blonde hair cascaded down to shoulder-length, and she tossed her head sexily and flipped the hair behind her. A thick slobbery film of her saliva coated the whole lower half of her face, and I watched as she attempted to pull a short dark pubic hair-my cock hair!-from her red, slippery tongue.
I bit down on my lower lip as Diane withdrew her finger from my rectum. It was like a balloon deflating inside of me; as though the burning pleasure was trying to follow her finger out. I was almost disappointed when it was no longer there, but then the realization of what was to follow more than compensated for my momentary paroxysm of disappointment.
"Sixty-nine!" I encouraged again, pulling myself away from them so that they'd have room on the bed to come together. I stood up and leaned against the wall, sitting on the headboard's narrow wooden lip because my legs were weak and like rubber. "Eat each other's cunt!"
Whether it was out of real passion or the desire to please their employer and give me what I wanted, the two naked women curled their bodies around each other. I watched excitedly as heads entwined in limbs, blonde hair against olive skin; thick, black waves twisting between the vee-like spread of alabaster thighs until the air was filled with the rapid wet-slap of lashing tongues.
I put my hand on my cock and began to stroke myself. My cock was wet and my hand slipped effortlessly up and down the length of the shaft. My whole crotch was soaked with the dripping efforts of Patti's enthusiastic bath and against the wet, exposed flesh, the cool air of the morning began to tickle at me and make me even more excited.
As I stood there, staring down at the two women making love for me while I massaged my own cock, I became increasingly aware of the room beyond their twisting, sweaty bodies. The profusely ornamental decor of the room was well-suited as the private bedroom for the owner and founder of the Club Xanadu. There was an opulent splendor about the room-an almost decadent richness that was somehow fittingly appropriate to the function of the room. The swirling forms of the pink, spiraling columns stretching from floor to ceiling, the lavish overuse of gold ornaments and gilding whenever and wherever possible, the light, bright colors reflected back and forth in the many, many mirrors until the whole effect was to make you dizzy with color, the lustrous satins and richly brocaded draperies, even the plush, arabesque-like carpets and rugs-certainly the kings and sultans of old could not have easily matched such extravagances as these I Then, as I looked at the two women making love for my benefit, I remembered all the other, similar women who have worked for me, and I knew that I had those regal monarchs outclassed in yet another way. In all of history there could have been no harem as beautiful and varied and as willing to please than my own personal harem. The women of Xanadu! Brian Caldwell's girls! Wall to wall women! Cunts like running water-just pouring from open taps!
I was a king! I thought. Truly a twentieth-century king of my own making! And Xanadu, my estate, was my kingdom!
My momentary reverie was shattered by a loud, unmistakable groan of passion, and I turned my attention back to the two women writhing on the bed.
Diane was on top and she was facing me. I could see the wild, flowing mane of her black hair spread across the open nakedness of Patti's parted thighs. Her face was pushed tightly against the fine blonde hair of Patti's thrusting cunt, and I watched in fascination as Diane's lapping pink tongue parted the delicate, lip-like fold that ran the length of the new-girl's crotch. The tongue went in and out, up and down, and made a wet slurping noise as it rapidly stroked the firm, supple bud of Patti's clitoris.
Thoroughly excited now, I was anxious to see how this all looked from the other side of the women, and so I moved away from the wall. Holding my cock in my hand, still pumping my fist up and down its length, I bounced across the soft, bobbing mattress and fell down beside the two women. I ran my hand across Diane's back, from the curved arc of her bent, pressing neck to the soft, round curves of her rocking, tensed ass. Her back was damp with a slippery coat of perspiration.
Down on all fours, I bent forward and looked around the bulging swell of Diane's open thighs. My cock throbbed excitedly when I saw Patti's lips and tongue working feverishly in the sloppy wetness of Diane's cunt. Diane's short dark pubic hairs were all matted down against the underside of her crotch, and I could see Patti's tongue, like a miniature cock, thrusting in and out of the gaping hole in the middle of Diane's very wet, very active pussy. There was the raunchy odor of an excited, oozing cunt in the air, and it hung thickly, like a sweaty, sexual cloud.
"Move!" I said, commanding Patti to pull her face away from Diane's cunt. "I want to lick her!"
I put one hand on the soft, pillow-like cushion of Diane's ass for support, and I applied my lips and tongue to her wet, open cunt. I stabbed my tongue into her and enjoyed the warm tightness of her slippery canal as my tongue slithered up. The wetness of Patti's saliva and the heavy flow of Diane's excited cuntal juices greeted my face and lips, and I slid my head from side to side across the heavy, flapping lips, and spread the wetness all over my face until the reek of her flowing cunt filled my nostrils with the intimate fragrance of her body.
I pulled my lips away to gasp for air, and as I wiped the wetness away with the back of my hand, Patti pushed her face into the very same spot where my lips had been. The urgency and directness of her move seemed very real to me, and her stiff tongue stabbed forward and replaced mine inside of Diane.
Now that I had tasted one cunt, I knew I had to taste the other. I slid my wet mouth over Diane's ass and moved it down her back, retracing the path my hand had followed just moments before. I licked my tongue against the nape of her neck.
"Let me!" I said, pulling her face away from Patti's cunt. "It's my turn!"
Diane moved away, and I moved in. Patti's cunt was smaller across than Diane's was, with narrower lips and considerably less hair. It even smelled different: cleaner, newer, and had just the faintest sweet-smelling trace of powder or perfume.
As my lips touched her cunt, I felt Patti shudder with excitement. "Oh God!" she moaned. "Eat me!"
I opened her narrow cunt lips with my tongue, exposing the bud of her clitoris at the tip of her mound. I flicked the small nub rapidly with several short, quick strokes, and felt Patti's body trembling again in pleasure.
"God!" she screamed. "God!"
Did she mean me? "Oh God! God! Do it!"
Her clitoris felt hot to my tongue, and I allowed saliva to dribble down the curve of my tongue until the trembling bud was bathed in a pool of wetness. I put my teeth gently around the sides of the pod, and as I splashed through the saliva, I began to saw my teeth back and forth into her excited flesh. Patti's legs stiffened, then shot straight out in the air, opening and exposing the whole underside of her cunt, as though she were preparing her body to accept the thrusts of some huge, invisible cock.
"Eat me, you fuck!" she screamed, hunching her cunt into my face. "EAT ME!"
I thrust my tongue once up into her cunt and I marveled in surprise at the intense, almost molten heat I discovered there in the depths of her liquid belly.
"Now you eat her," I told Diane once my face was pulled away from Patti's hot, blonde-haired cunt. "Put your tongue where mine was."
I was in the last stages, I knew. Just one more new experience and then I would be ready for the final act.
On my knees, I positioned myself in the middle of the mattress, between the two women and I stretched out my arms. I bent my hands around the opposite ends of Diane's prostrate body so that I was touching both cunts at the same time. Then, just as one of the women grabbed my stiff cock and began to furiously jerk me off, and I could feel two tongues licking at my hands, I plunged a single finger into both their cunts and impaled them down to the knuckles of each hand.
The sensation was like an electric charge that raced through my body: it flowed from one finger in one cunt, through the two women, and into the other finger in the other cunt, as though closing a circuit. A complete sexual circle.
"I'm ready," I said, pulling my hands out. "I'm ready to fuck now!"
I lay flat on my back and my cock stood straight up in the air. Diane knew the method I desired, and she directed Patti with a few crisp words.
I saw Patti standing over me, preparing to squat down on my cock. Her eyes were glazed and she was squeezing her own breasts in excitement as she descended. Then my line of vision was cut off by Diane. She was standing above me with her legs parted around my head. I was looking straight up into her cunt. Diane's knees bent and she began to lower herself, and just as the moist, leather-like lips of her cunt touched my face, I could feel Patti's cunt slide down around the stiffness of my cock.
I jerked up viciously and pushed my whole cock inside of her. Her cunt was tight and firm, and she worked her cuntal muscles like a moist hand, a squeezing fist, applying delicate, subtle pressures against the length of my cock. It was like being inside of a tight, wet sleeve that touched me from the root of my belly right up to the tip of my cock-head. I thrust in and out and knew it would not take very many strokes.
On my face, Diane's cunt was like a hot, open mouth. I felt the hardedge of my nose slide up, inside of the open passageway of her cunt, as the flap-like lips pushed down against my face. I wriggled my tongue back and forth against her clitoris, stabbing it occasionally straight up so that I was fucking her with it. Her slimy-wet pubic hairs scratched my cheeks as she began to rock her cunt back and forth against my face.
I had my hips raised as best I could, and I pounded my stomach into the open tightness of Patti's cunt. I heard my cock squishing inside of her, parting her cunt with the solid wedge of my thrusting organ. She was flowing very heavily, and it seemed as though her wetness was spread all across my belly. It was like sliding through a puddle of hot water.
"I can see you fucking her!" Diane shouted. Her voice came to me through the muffled distance of her pressing cunt and thighs. "I can see your cock going into Patti's cunt!"
I pictured it in my mind and constricted my stomach as I prepared to spew out my sperm. I felt a hand circle the base of my cock as I sawed it in and out of Patti's hole. I knew it was Diane's hand that was assisting me. She squeezed me tightly and just as my tongue pushed itself as deeply into the wet, secret lining of Diane's cunt as it was possible to penetrate, I thrust up hard, with all of my might.
I began to come. Hot, thick spurts of an orgasm that began at the tip of my spine, coursed its way through my balls, up the spout of my penis and exploded out like an erupting volcano. My cock throbbed, and I felt the walls of Patti's tight canal grow even wetter and more slippery than before, and I knew it was from my sperm-gushing out and splashing against the tip of her womb, coating my cock and the whole passageway of her cunt in the thick, mucousy discharge of my pleasure.
I licked furiously at Diane's cunt and tried to drive my tongue as deeply into her as I had plunged my cock into Patti. Diane squatted heavily on my face and ground her cunt into my mouth and nose, almost cutting-off my breath.
"I can feel you coming!" Diane screamed and she tried to shove her fingers along side of my throbbing cock, inside of Patti's cunt. "I can feel your sperm!"
Unable to force her entry into the overstuffed passage, Diane took the sperm that was dripping down the pole of my cock as it oozed out of Patti's overflowing cunt, and she began to rub it against my belly. Then she lifted her hand, and clutching the dripping, spermy fingers to herself, I felt her slide two fingers into the crack of her own cunt until she was fucking the two fingers in and out of her sucking hole. And while my cock was exploding violently inside of Patti cunt, dripping from Diane's slimy fingers, I found myself lapping up my own thick, hot sperm.
I held out as long as I could, fucking and sucking the two cunts, and then, when I could no longer breath, I lifted Diane's ass and pushed her back on the mattress. A sudden rush of cool air flowed across my naked, perspiring body, and I lay, still deeply buried in Patti's cunt, completely exhausted.
Eight o'clock in the morning and I was exhausted already.