Chapter Five
Afterwards I went downstairs to the gentlemen' club to drink beer, smoke
cigars and play pool. I found the clientele very affable and made myself at
home. As the evening progressed though my thoughts keep returning to Lisa.
Eventually I found my self-drawn to her quarters.
I rapped on her door and after a moment I heard a cautious "Yes?" through the
heavy panel.
I answered, "It's me. Open the door."
There was a pause then the sound of a bolt being drawn and she peered out at
me. She scanned the hallway quickly and then opened the door fully. She wore a
chaste white peignoir and was holding a hairbrush. She seemed shy and unsure of
herself. After our intimate interaction earlier in the day I too felt unsure of
my next step. But, despite my hesitation, I adopted a confident air, kissed her
on the cheek and entered her room. I sat on her bed and made myself comfortable.
I told her to continue what she was doing and we would talk a while. She sat
on a lacy cushioned stool before a mirrored make-up table and began to run the
comb through her thick hair. We could see each other in the mirror. I noticed a
framed photograph of a beautiful woman next to the mirror.
Her bedroom was decorated in a very feminine - almost little girl - style.
White ornate furniture, lacey frills, fluffy cushions, stuffed animals, flowered
motifs and a sweet perfume aroma made the feel of the room overwhelmingly
female. There was a phonograph playing softly. I realized this was Lisa's
sanctuary. This room was as different from the atmosphere I had just left in the
club below as night and day.
I stretched out on her bed and propped up my head with an overstuffed pillow
and began to ask her about her life. She was quite forthcoming and I found her a
very good conversationalist. She seemed as interested in me as I was curious
about her. We talked at length about parents, school, Italy, the USA and the
War. Her English was flawless when she was relaxed.
I learned Lisa too was an orphan. Her father had been an Italian officer and
had been killed in Mussolini's Ethiopian invasion. She and her Mother had
suffered near poverty until a German officer had entered their lives. He had
taken Lisa's mother as his mistress and moved them to comfortable chateau on the
island of Capri. They had spent an idyllic time there far removed from any
hardships being suffered on the mainland. Then the Allies had arrived and with
the abrupt departure of their benefactor the two were thrown back into a harsh
reality. Lisa's mother had been scorned and chastised by the rising Naples's
populace. She had been caught and had her head shaved. They had lived on the
streets like hunted animals. Then in a quiet tone she told me how she had seen
her mother beaten to death in a riot after Mussolini's downfall. Nuns at the
church had taken her in and had cared for her until my uncle found her.
There was a poignant pause of silence. The record player had stopped. She was
looking at the picture on her table and she reached up to touch it. She sniffed.
I rose from the bed and went to stand behind her. I was feeling some remorse for
my earlier callous actions. I laid my hands on her bare shoulders in comfort.
She looked up at me in the mirror. Her reflected eyes were brimming with tears.
"She was so beautiful," Lisa said quietly. "I miss her like part of my heart
is missing."
I leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. Her smell was deep and
intoxicating. I ran my hands to her throat and the untied the ribbon supporting
her silken gown. The filmy material slid down the high slopes of her breasts.
Her hand came up to catch it before it completely fell. Our eyes were locked in
the mirror. I ran my hands down and gently pushed hers away. The gown dropped
leaving her naked from the waist up. I cupped her full breasts feeling their
heaviness. She took a deep breath.
"I want you Lisa," I whispered close to her ear.
She turned her face toward me with her smooth cheek rubbing against my
coarseness. Her skin was wet and I realized her recollections had made her cry.
Her lips met mine and we kissed deeply, our tongues dancing.
Taking her by the hand I guided her to her feet and took her in my arms. Her
lips rose to mine and we kissed again. I opened my eyes to look at her graceful
back in the mirror. The gown had gathered at the rise of her hips. The gauzy
material hung loosely across the swell of her buttocks. I ran my hand down and
pulled it away so it pooled at her feet. The naked girl shivered as she pulled
herself tightly into my embrace.
I firmly clenched her warm buttocks and gently kneaded them, but in a
demanding manner. She flinched and I realized her bottom was still smarting from
her earlier spanking. I eased my grip and turned towards the bed. With my arm
around her waist I led her there. She followed me passively and I lay down on my
back and pulled her next to me. She squirmed against me until she was nestled in
my arms then she laid her head on my chest.
I ran my hand through her thick hair to the nape of her neck. I brought her
lips up to mine and we kissed. I moved her up till her breasts hung above my
mouth. I slowly tongued a nipple, rolling its taut pertness around my lips. I
looked up at her and she had her eyes closed and lips parted savoring the
contact. I held the nipple between my teeth and applied a little pressure. Her
eyes opened and we exchanged a silent message of mutual want. I kissed the
nipple.
"Take my cock out," I told her.
She blinked then turned her head to look down my chest. She looked back at me
then used her hands to push herself down my body. I cradled my arms behind my
head to watch. She fumbled with the clasp on my slacks then pulled them open,
pulling the zipper down. My erect penis bulged in my thin silk shorts. She ran a
finger down the length and then grabbed the girth through the material. She
looked up at me and smiled. It was the first time I had seen her smile. She was
radiantly beautiful.
"I excite you... Master?" she said. That was more of a statement of fact than
a question.
"Take it out." I replied.
She unbuttoned the loose flap and pulled my penis free. I was demandingly
erect. Her eyes were wide as she focused intently on manipulating her fist in a
slow pumping action on the rod. She glanced quickly up at me to note my reaction
to her ministrations.
"Suck it." I told her.
She smiled coyly at me and then engulfed the corona with a swirling up and
down mouth movement. Holding the head in a widely pursed lip embrace, she bobbed
her head in a purposeful manner, gradually engulfing a large length of me.
It was a rapturous sensation and took my breath away. I involuntarily threw
my head back and gasped. Taking in a deep breath I looked down at her. She had
nearly swallowed half my girth. She angled her head so the cock was pressing at
the back of her throat. I could see her neck bulge as she relaxed her muscles to
take me in. She was humming and making a wet slurping noise. It felt marvelous.
She would pump her head then pause every few strokes to rotate her head and
create a twisting pull on me. My knees had drawn up and I was suddenly short of
breath.
"God damn! Were did you learn that?" I moaned.
Slowly she pulled her head up. She would tantalize me by rising several
inches then sucking me in again and taking me to the edge of ecstatic pleasure.
Then she slowly rose up keeping a hard suction to the last full mouthful Her
lips popped free. She ran her tongue around the head, looked up at me and smiled
shyly.
"Your uncle brought a call-girl here once. She taught me how to do it." She
added breathlessly, "Do you like it?" She laid her head on my thigh and slowly
stroked my gleaming phallus. Her expression was one of dreamy worship.
"I have never felt anything like it," I told her honestly.
She kissed the blood-engorged crown. "Let me show you the whole trick. My
Master loves for me to do it for him," she said sweetly.
It was a tempting proposition but I had a nagging feeling I was losing
control of the relationship. I resolved to demonstrate to Lisa one of my own
"tricks".
A Greek whore in Boston had taught me the joys of anal sex. She had a
perverse yearning for this "backdoor love." She had once said she should be
paying me for servicing her so well.
I pulled Lisa up and rolled her on her stomach. Using a large stuffed teddy
bear under her stomach I propped her well-formed bottom up in the air. Using a
jar of facial cream I greased her anus. At this intrusion of my fingers Lisa
began squirming as my intentions became more evident.
" I am not sure I can do this... Master," she pleaded. " I know of this, but
I have never done it." Then she added, " I can make you very happy in many other
ways."
As I greased and probed her anus with one finger then two, her pleas had
turned to a whine. "Master, I am afraid."
I was silent as I wiped the remnants of cream on the head of my cock and than
on the side of her hip. I positioned myself behind her placing my erection at
her sphincter. "You must relax, Lisa, and the hurt will pass," I promised her.
Using a slight pushing motion with my pelvis I nudged against her entryway.
She pulled away in response from the unfamiliar intrusion. Holding her hips I
pushed more forcefully and was rewarded with some slight penetration. Suddenly
with more pressure I overcame the barrier and became partially buried in her. I
stopped my movements and enjoyed her tightness. My prick looked enormous
protruding from her tight cheeks. Her writhing beneath me heightened the
sensation of my power over her.
She gripped a handful of sheets and had the wad clenched to her mouth, making
muffled cries of discomfort. I leaned forward to brace myself on my arms and
began a slow but persistent driving. I would slide back till my cock was at the
end of her channel, which was still the tightest point and then very slowly
slide forward to push toward new depths.
She would tense at each new inch I gained and then I could feel her muscles
relax as she accepted the increased plumbing of her. It was a slow and
painstaking progress but the intensity of taking her in this fashion was
delicious. When I felt my balls finally bumping against the smooth skin of her
bottom I knew I was close. Concentrating, I made one more thrust, becoming fully
buried in my pliable conquest. I closed my eyes and smiled in a deep
contentment.
Lisa was holding herself very still as any unneeded movement might cause her
more pain. I leaned forward to bury my face in her hair. I kissed her. Then I
began anew my pumping motion, always thrusting myself to the limit of our
joining. She had stretched out her arms over her head and flattened herself
almost as if in a bowing gesture in an attempt to straighten and align herself
to my thrusting. She made small panting noises.
As we continued she was able to accommodate me with less effort so I became
less restrained in my motions. Soon I was fucking her with nearly all my
strength. Toward the end I believe she had somehow taken pleasure in the act.
Her cries had changed and when I finally halted and released deep within her she
released a long sigh. I laid on top her and caught my breath. Then rising up I
slowly pulled my shrinking penis from her. As the head caught and then slipped
past the ring of her sphincter, she sighed again and then curled into a ball.
I rolled off her and lay on my back staring at the ceiling. There was a
silence between us. Then she moved against me to lay her head in the crook of my
shoulder. She ran a hand up my stomach to rest on my chest.
" I am not sure I like that," she murmured. " I felt like there was nothing I
could do but lie there. I like to..." She paused as if hunting for a word.
"...participate," she added.
I smiled, basking in the afterglow of a very satisfactory ejaculation. "Let's
take a little nap," I replied. "Then we will do it again and let you
'participate'."
We did it twice more that night in a more traditional fashion. The third
session was a slow dreamlike pre-dawn coupling. It was almost as if our bodies
had joined together without any conscious effort. In what seemed like a timeless
state she rode on top me, thrusting in a languorous fashion against my penis.
Then suddenly her motion became more frenzied, she stiffened and cried out
alarmingly. Then she went slack in my worried embrace. She was crying. She moved
her lips to mine kissing me passionately with tears running down her cheeks. She
broke the kiss. "Oh, my Master! That was so wonderful. I have never felt such a
thing before."
I noted that for the first time was no hesitation in her addressing me as
"Master".
