The Dhanush

I awoke to a warm morning, in a bed with clean sheets (how the bed had been remade around and under me I have no idea to this day,) fresh cut aromatic flowers in vases all over the room blending with the aromas of classic Turkish breakfast foods: sucuklu yumurta, börek, fresh baked breads and a rich black tea wafting on the breeze.

The room was like clear clean-cut crystal and the sounds from the street were razor sharp. As I tried focusing, I could hear the sound of rubber and leather soles squishing along the pavement outside accompanied by the harsh rasp of threads of fabric of the person's clothes as the fabric shifted back and forth with their gait. A bird on the phone wire sounded like it was screeching inside my head and a dog was whimpering somewhere close by. Various conversations outside were all blending together in a cacophony of swirling din and the leaves dancing on their limbs in a gentle breeze sounded like big sails flapping and snapping in a gust. My senses were working overtime -- pulling in even the minutest elements and amplifying them to extreme levels.

There was a knock on the door to my duplex -- which now sounded like a thunderous battering ram. I donned my robe which felt like warm oily liquid gently caressing my skin, opened the door to find Ayman grinning his gentle smile at me.

"Help me figure something out Ayman?" I asked, seeing him in the doorway.

"Of course Karamat. Anything I can do to help I will as always" he replied.

My jaw hit the ground!

"Ayman? How did you ... do you ... what do you know about that? About me? It?" I blurted out somewhat panicky. My fear was that everyone around me knew about this thing, device, the very nature of my being.

"I of course know everything sahib. You see ... Hadad is my koruyucu melek, or guardian angel in your current tongue" Ayman continued. "Did you really think it was chance that it was I who was sent to be your guide? Nothing in this world is coincidence -- you of all people should know that."

Well isn't that something special. I began to understand that I was entwined in a web that was far older than I and I was apprehensive about what was to follow. I decided that a reunion was in order so I closed my eyes and beckoned Hadad to me. Within mere moments I felt his presence outside the door. "Ayman, would you be so kind as to go open the door for Hadad?" I asked. He grinned conspiratorially in approval.

With the two of them now standing in front of me I needed to explain something about my desire for privacy. "Please ... gentlemen ... take a seat" I requested. My years of business experience, negotiations, diplomacy and tact needed to be brought to use because I neither wanted to offend nor dissuade these handlers from their duties but I also wanted to draw some boundaries. How foolish I was to think that I was dealing with hired staff.

"In America we have some really terrible and stupid television programs" I began. "One in particular comes to mind. It is based on the premise that anyone with money or power -- which they have ignorantly imagined to be the same -- needs to have their "crew" tagging along every moment of every day and night. These sycophants sponge off their benefactor like vermin and the main dude -- in our case, me -- deals out praises and punishments, assignments of sorts and other activities to this bunch of leeches while the members of the crew desperately try to rise up through the pack hierarchy by any means possible. Lies, deceit, little power struggles created on purpose -- you name it. It's ugly and base and I cannot nor will I tolerate it here."

As I blathered on and on about my expectations both men looked upon me with quiet amusement, nodding slowly like children in class who are bored and who's minds have wandered to far-off adventures all the while keeping their eyes glued on the teacher up front. It's a practiced art -- anyone who has ever worked as a bartender or server knows it well. That thousand-mile stare...

I was just about to continue on with my diatribe when Hadad cleared his throat slightly and gently held his hand up -- not in a "I have a question" fashion but in a "stop -- you're embarrassing yourself "manner.

"You have no need to ramble on so dear Karamat" Hadad said. "We have no intention of intruding on your time master. We are here for you when you need us ... though there are moments, like now when we need to bring certain ... matters ... to your attention" he continued while doing that no-blink stare thing.

"And... What would these matters be?" I asked somewhat unsure of where this was headed.

"Before you expend more energy on your ... exploits ... I should like to remind you of a promise that was made long ago. Search your memory Karamat ... you will be aware of what I speak momentarily" Hadad said.

I closed my eyes and focused on the hum and clutter ricocheting around my head ... trying pull up a "promised" file of sorts like one would when sorting through folders of documents on a hard drive. Flash -- a vow I made long ago to return Hadad to his regular appearance once danger of discovery was past flew front and center in my cortex. My mind captured the image of him now and then quickly morphed him to his real appearance like a super hi-def computer CGI trick.

"Ahhhhh -- I see now why you want me to take care of business ... you are really quite a stud Hadad" I grinned at him.

"This will take a lot of effort master and it will drain you for a considerable time I am afraid" Hadad said. "It may also be beyond your current abilities so we are curious if you would like some time to delve deeper into the Dhanush before you attempt this task?"

As I was considering what he had said to me I picked up on some interesting vibes coming up out of the open windows up off the street below. It seemed to me that someone, a young woman, was scared but excited, pacing and indecisive outside the front door.

"That seems like a good idea Hadad. Now I'd like to get some me time and yes, I will delve into what will be required of me before I attempt the transformation but for now gentlemen I would appreciate it if you would leave me in peace. I'll be with you in a day or two and we'll take it from there" I said trying to sound nonchalant. I quickly figured out who was downstairs after sending out a quick probe and I wanted it -- her -- the beauty from the pharmacy -- now!

The two made their way out so I quickly send out a command to Jasmina to come over ready for some seriously hot and raunchy sex. I sent her mental images of the beauty from the pharmacy that would be awaiting her, pleasing her, and so much more. I felt Jasmina's mind answering yes excitedly and then a flurry of activity as she spun into gear to get herself ready. It was all too much -- like a kaleidoscope in fast motion. I reached out to the young woman below who was still sending out waves of undecided and conflicted emotions and settled her mind down.

I felt the young woman relax and regain some composure, ready to do what she had come here to do. The knock on the door was faint, tentative but insistent at the same time. I took a deep breath, went down and opened the door to see this gorgeous young woman looking down at her feet, sensing at the same time her pulse beginning to race. Dressed in a simple silken tan blouse and forest green skirt with sandals, she was a vision of simplistic beauty.

"Please ... won't you come in?" I asked.

She looked up hesitantly, almost coyly barely catching my eyes as she shuffled past me into the foyer. "What is your name?" I asked.

"Enver" she said in a hushed voice.

I searched my mind and the Dhanush and came to a description -- Enver meant "radiance" in English and indeed the name fit her perfectly.

This young woman was gorgeous. Big wide chocolate brown eyes framed by long lashes, lush long shiny black hair that hung to the middle of her back and a flawless mocha complexion, lush lips and a small button nose on a face that makes you want to stare at it forever. She stood about 5'3" but her body was like that of an old time pinup model. Round and full in all the right places with a wasp waist with a flat belly, enormous breasts crushed into a bra, a well-rounded bubble ass and tapered legs. She had a fresh scent of sandalwood swirling around her but through it all I could tell -- even without my powers -- that she was a total mess and really conflicted about why she was here.

"Enver -- why are you here? I can tell you're terrified -- even now you're trembling throughout your entire body!" I stated.

"Sir -- ever since you came into my father's shop it's all I can think about..." she replied meekly.

"What do mean by 'it's all I can think about' Enver?"

"You, her ... and, you know, sex..." she almost whispered.

I sent a surging, high-voltage jolt of sexual stimulus through her body and mind from her cunt and ass to her breasts, making her nipples tingle and spark from the inside out. She gasped and swooned. She freaked out -- I could hear her brain scrambling for a way out of her predicament.

I decided to power her lust to overcome her trepidation. I entered her mind and planted the overwhelming need to turn into a complete nymphomaniac with not only men but women as well. I would turn this impulse off later but for now she needed to become a total whore. "You need to come upstairs now" I spoke calmly to her.

Taking her face gently in my hands, I lifted her chin until she was looking into my eyes. "No harm, only bliss awaits you if you follow me Enver," I calmly stated staring with adoration back into her eyes. At that moment, I felt any last bit of resistance melt away as she moved in and crushed herself to my torso. She held me tightly to her, crushing her oversized bosom into my stomach and breathing deeply, her face only coming up to my chest. My cock was rapidly filling, becoming as hard as I have ever been, and it was obvious that she noticed this change as one of her hands reached down and brushed the length of it. I heard her breath catch and gasp as she felt the length and girth of her first big hard cock.

I held her gently, smelling her hair and letting her become familiar with the feeling -- her first -- of giving her ripe body over to another. Reaching down and taking her hand in mine, I guided her towards and then up the staircase, leading her to the bedroom and the big king-sized bed that would be the dais for her deflowering.

I felt Jasmina arrive and let herself in with the spare key I had given her. "Perfect timing" I pondered as Enver shyly lay down on the bed looking up at me expectantly. As Jasmina entered the room, I immediately saw both of the beautiful women's eyes light up and sparkle in anticipation. Jasmina was dressed beautifully in a saffron yellow kaftan braided with cerulean blue threading through each hem, wrapped around her glorious figure. A simple ivory silk sash served as the belt.

I stood looking at the scene that was unfolding and allowed my robe to open wide, just barely balancing on my shoulders. Enver looked over my body with searing lust and as her eyes rested on my newly minted massive erection. I could actually feel superheated lust surging through her body and mind. I walked the two paces over to Jasmina, put my arms around her lower back, pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, our tongues instantly dueling gently but insistently. Jasmina moaned into my mouth as her hands came up and pulled my head firmly to hers. I reached lower and grabbed her incredible ass with force, pulling her into my stiff cock, now trapped between us and pushing into her belly.

"I love your huge penis Karamat" Jasmina panted into my ear. "Please master, use me all day long..." She whinnied.

As Jasmina whispered I felt Enver come and encircle me from behind. I may have overdone the sexual drive in her because I felt her grind her pelvis into my ass as she reached around to embrace us both as best she could. Being sandwiched between two beautiful women was certainly sending my drive into overtime as well...

I turned sideways and reached around, pulling Enver into a triple face circle. No sooner did I do this than both women's hands went for each other's bountiful chests. There was no hesitation or trepidation on either Jasmina or Enver's part -- they were both as hungry for each other as I was for both of them and they for me. This was going to be an exhilarating but exhausting day!

Clothing started coming off on record pace -- the first to go was my robe which Enver pushed off my shoulders and let fall to the floor. Then reaching for the sash holding Jasmina's kaftan together Enver briskly untied it and Jasmina's garb pooled at her feet leaving her in flaming lipstick red matching bra and panties. Enver's hands went immediately to the front clasp of Jasmina's satiny bra, unhooked it deftly and as it flew open due to Jasmina's large chest Enver slid her hands up and under the cups, pushed the bra straps aside in one motion off of her shoulders and that too fell to the floor.

Jasmina wasted no time as her bare breasts with those big nipples, hardening with the building tension, in all their glory showed themselves to our eyes. She reached for Enver's blouse and practically tore it off, exposing Enver's aquamarine lacy bra -- which was straining tremendously at the weight and size of her own bountiful orbs -- bulging and straining to keep their twin treasures hidden away. Jasmina didn't even bother to reach around and unclasp the interfering item -- she just pulled the straps down off of Enver's shoulders and pulled the cups down her torso.

I thought Jasmina's breasts were the most perfect I had ever seen but Enver's tits were nothing short of breathtaking. Easily 50 DDD's -- they suspended themselves easily off of her chest standing proudly high and flushed with excitement. Her nipples literally defied gravity, puffing up and away from her breasts like two magnificent cinder cones. I decided that with how light-headed I was getting from lust and desire that I needed to move the party to the bed.

I took both of these incredible beauties hands and looking at both of them but not saying a word I gently led them to the bed where I sat down, the women standing in front of me, their four enormous and beautiful golden-mocha colored breasts right at mouth level. Jasmina reached behind Enver and deftly unsnapped her bra sending it dropping to the floor. I could see Jasmina's excitement due to her rock hard nipples and extended wet patch on her panties, the unmistakable aroma of a woman in heat wafting through the air.

Enver reached down and unclasped her skirt, sliding the zipper down her hip and then she was standing there in nothing -- no panties and her mound was completely barren, waxed smooth. Her clitoris was extended with her anticipation, her thighs glistening with her juice. She looked first at me and then Jasmina longingly, desperately for someone to do something, anything to slake the fire raging through her body.

Jasmina reached down to slide her soaked panties down but Enver reached over and quickly stopped her. Enver then crouched down in front of Jasmina with her face right in front of Jasmina's cunt, reached to Jasmina's hips and rolled her panties down. She then abruptly buried her face directly into Jasmina's folds and inhaled deeply, delicately kissing the top of her slit with light flicks of her tongue over Jasmina's extended clit.

My cock was beading at the tip with pre-cum at the luscious sight evolving before me. Jasmina sighed in unison with Enver's amateur ministrations as she bowed her legs open to allow more access to her carnal treasures. I looked into Jasmina's sparkling, smiling eyes, watching her tongue dance across her lips as this gorgeous young woman was trying to eat her pussy from a crouched stance.

From my vantage, I was looking at Enver's back, narrow waist and wide hips, the cheeks of her ass flared as she crouched on her feet in front of Jasmina. Her skin was flawless, her natural beauty stunning as any grand master could produce. I reached down and gently slid my hand between Enver's splayed legs to find a completely soaked and dripping pussy. I cupped her cunt from behind and slowly played with her slippery lips and clit. This caused an immediate reaction as she almost jumped right out of her skin the moment my middle finger came into contact with her clit. Lurching forward from the stimulation she came close to sending Jasmina flying.

I reached back to her dripping hole and slipped two, then three fingers inside her body, feeling the hymen blocking my way to further depths. Even without her hymen broken she was making so much of her natural lubrication that my hand was now soaked. I took my dripping fingers from inside this beautiful woman's vagina and slipped my middle finger gently into her asshole right up to the knuckle, prompting Enver to moan and push back onto the invading digit, rotating and gyrating her hips to get more pleasure from the anal finger fucking I was giving her. It was time for bed.