That morning, as she brushed past the weather-beaten oak door, something hard and long jabbed into her crotch. For the first time in her life the key was waiting in its hole and all she had to do was to grasp and firmly turn it.
The soft oiled click.
The Magic Theatre of Sex had, at long last, unlocked its heavy old doors for her, the blind usher had taken her by the hand and lead her through the convoluted, dream-like corridors decorated with fresques, sculptures and paintings of men and women in the throes of passion, passages impregnated with the odour of exotic over-ripe fruits and spices (in fact the odour of copulation seeping through velvet draped doors) and he had seated her in the deep purple couch in front of the heavy curtains. The overture was climaxing as the curtains slowly parted, lights dimmed.
Spotlight on Angel.
Young, beautiful and desirable but she didn't know how desirable she was. This 24 spring rolls of petite Chinese monkey-girl, small breasts, wide hips and smiles. She did not know how beautiful and sexy she was. But she was beginning to learn as she discovered her naked self, as her hands wandered over her soft body imagining his hands and lips nuzzling at her nipples and her belly, his face slowly kissing down to her hot wet dark jungle of sex spices where his tongue slowly unfolds her most intimate parts, licking, sucking, nibbling.
Waiting.
She watches the fantasy.
He has her spread, an X, ankles and wrists softly bound to the four posts of the huge bed with silken scarves. As she lays there naked he has been telling her stories. Her pebble nipples puckered and hardened, her luxurious pussy softened and moistened like the sweltering undergrowth of a hot rain forest, scuttling lizards, giant snails horning slimy paths. And her pebble nipples? Flotsommed on small perfect pacific island breasts.
He told her he had to educate her, to teach her to enjoy her body and his to the maximum. His soft British voice coached her in oozing honeyed sex words, massaged her sensual brain centres. And as he did so she sighed and whimpered and made little pussy cat noises that kept him constantly hard and erect, his balls stirring with lust for his sweet young Asian girl.
He ached to fuck his angelic niece, to feel his hardened member of a private club slipping into her warm wet sexual grip, tight and milking him like a hungry hand maiden. He had been brushing the tip of his glistening cock upon her body, painting her soft cunt lips with pre-cum as he told her about the 101 ways he would make love to her, how she would cry and beg for more, how she would wrap her little body around him, urging him deeper into her soul.
He had told her how he loved her wide hips, how he would turn her over and take her like a dog, a monkey, a tiger, a bear, a slug, like some sort of creature, anyway, from behind, holding onto her hip grips as he pounded into her obscenely spread slim thighs.
He loved to see his peach-tanned girl dressed only in white ankle socks and tight white panties, kneeling on the bed, ass up and head buried in the sheets, hands pressing into the pillows. He loved to see that his little slut had no bikini line, see her pubic hair proudly bustling out of her knickers. He loved when she whispered, "I am your little Chinese slut, fuck me Uncle Donal.." With that Chinese little voice.
But right now she was still spread-eagled over the bed, her lower body squirming for release. And as he spoke he took a large realistic cock-like vibrator from a drawer and switched it on to maximum leaving it buzzing and lying over her soft pubic hair. Her sex pushed at it needing to feel the stimulation.
He untied her left hand which instantly, urgently, flew to the vibrating sex machine, pressing it against her hungry vagina, only needing to have the perpetual, imperceptible on/off/on/off/on electric tickle upon her swollen clitoris, hips swirling and gyrating to the music of the urgent sex dance.
