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I will be resubmitting the other stories as well, with corrections and changes, so take time to read them soon. Please enjoy.
All Characters are above the age of 18.
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Prologue
It was early. The clock shouted a bright 6:30, still fifteen minutes before his alarm went off, which meant he had thirty more before he had to get up, but he knew all to well that there was no chance in falling back asleep. Reluctantly, he got out of bed, drowsily heading for the bathroom.
After the shower, Jason looked in to the mirror, noticing tired eyes looking back at him, a beard that asked to be shaved, and flat, long, read hair. Uninteresting. He shaved as reluctantly as he had gotten out of bed, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Something of a ritual in his 26 years was to have coffee before breakfast, then a quick and hot short cup right after. True to it, he headed for work.
Jason never thought how things had gotten this way. Or, maybe he had once thought about it, but quickly concluded that unless he was going to do something about it there was no point, and since, at least at the moment, he was not, then he would not thing about it. Most probably he did not want to think about it, or had not to think about it, as it would surely lead to more sleeplessness.
He headed for the firm in his old two door red Honda. He liked the car; to bad most women did not share his appreciation. Oh well. There were always his hands to help in those matters of desire. He did not feel great, and although he did not drink often, there were times he awoke feeling a hangover. He noticed that this feeling occurred the day prior to his drinking, and also the day after. He felt that today at awakening, wondering unintentionally what he would drink.
He stepped in to the office, saying hello to Michelle, the receptionist, petite blond, about his age, with a pretty, freckled face, and straight white teeth. She had at times walked naked through his fantasies, and often was either on all fours inside her little receptionist office as he ploughed her from behind, or riding him on his cubicle chair, her small breasts being happily licked by his hungry mouth.
Then there was Rachael, the hot, brunette manager, who was good at her job, and was certainly the desire of most of the male workers, and he would not be surprised if some of the females. He thought she was fucking the boss, but could not prove it. She exuded sex. Sex, and the clear "No," to most all that approached, except for Pete, whom, to most everyone's confusion, she was dating. She, Rachael, was even more present in his fantasies, but almost every time he jacked-off in the bathroom, unable to concentrate on work, and needing some form of release. He could always drink at lunch, but he was raised with some form of integrity.
And then there was Misty. Oh Misty. What a name. True to it, too. He had memorized everything he could of her. How great her ass looked in jeans, or how sexy her hips swayed when she walked. And, when she wore a skirt and high heels, Jason could stare at those legs eternally, wishing that his lips could be at the place where they finally meet. The way her tits flowed as she walked was also deliciously tantalizing, and her smile could melt just about anything, him included. She was not thin-stick, but delicately shaped recalling the title of a movie he never watched, but agreed with it completely, "Real Women Have Curves." At times, he would call her with the excuse that a phone call had come in for her, and it somehow had ended on his line, most often the caller would hang up before the call was transferred, and they would chat for a few minutes, bending the company rules. Once the phone call was over he would replay the conversation, enjoying the sound of her melodious Mistyfing voice in his inner ear.
He wanted her. And, she took all remaining fantasies. There had been many times, specially when she wore a skirt, he liked skirts, that he had visualized crawling to her unseen, sneaking in to her cubicle, under her desk, and eating her out, licking her delicious pussy, and drinking all the nectar that came out of it. Then, she would pretend to be talking on the phone, and seriously concentrating on what the other person was saying, while she really was cumming all over his mouth, moaning so quietly that only he could hear. He would then crawl back to his desk, and happily continue with his work, occasionally smelling his upper lip to get more of the scent in his nostrils. Later, going to the bathroom to relieve the tension. He was ten cubicles away and an aisle over. Man, did he want her. If only he was not so self-conscious when he walked toward the bathroom and took his eyes off the floor he may have caught her green eyes looking at him, filled with desire.
It was time to change things. Jason had been hesitating for a while--days to be exact! Ever since he had gotten back from his vacation in Cairo had he been slightly on edge. But today, Misty looked particularly hot, with a white blouse that was almost see through, but appropriate enough for the office, breasts that beaconed him, and a skirt that nicely draped over her hips ending at the center of the knee, close-toed high heel shoes. He was sure, or he thought he was, that every time she walked, she swayed a little more, just for him.
He could not take it. The whole day at the office he was so hard he skipped lunch to avoid embarrassment, and could not make his way to the bathroom feeling too self-conscious due to his highly aroused state, at times wondering if "The Trip" had anything to do with it. What gorgeous frustration. He had waited long enough, and it was time to find out if his discovery would bear the promised fruit.
Jason arrived home in record time, immediately going to his bedroom, dropping his pants and falling in to bed. He wrapped his hands around his still stiff dick, moving them up and down, delighted at how Misty was riding him, him completely free to lick and suck those fantastic large tits. "Oh fuck, I'm going to fill your pussy with my cum, MMMMMisty!" Cumming hard and fast, his cum creating a puddle on his stomach.
After he recovered, and cleaned up, he double secured all doors, and closed all the blinds and curtains. You never know if the FBI was watching. He thought about bugs in the apartment, but threw caution to the wind. He took out a small book he had hidden in a compartment in his night desk. He was not sure if the compartment was that secret, but all seemed as it was and he instantly relaxed.
Chapter 1
It was in Cairo, in one of the ruins, that he found the little book. He had been taking a tour of one of the pyramids at the time, and being familiar with what the guide was saying, decided to take a detour, and went looking around alone. He somehow managed to exit the pyramid at a different side, and right in front of him stood a small and shabby hut, at least as old as the pyramid had been. He did the only sensible thing: he walked inside.
As soon as he stepped in, he realized that the hut was only a façade, and what was inside was a large room that seemed to have been dug in to the earth, with other rooms around it. He could make out no doors on any of the rooms. Excitement ran through him as he made his was down the steps, and entered the large room. Jason was sure he was not supposed to be there, his excitement rising. He walked around the great room first, not being sure if it was once a hall, or perhaps a jail, although he felt that it was no jail, but something else all together. Perhaps, even the Pharos private hall.
Walking in to the last room to the left he felt shivers overcome him, as he and idea of where he was. He had seen the hieroglyphics inside the pyramids before, most often being associated with pharos, and the ones in this room where similar, but somehow, they exuded importance. Or, better yet, royalty. He wondered for a second why there was no one else here, or why this hut was not being protected, but immediately abandoned the thought when he noticed some kind of a lever close to the right, deep corner, protruding from the floor. If he were not such a nerd for pyramids, he would not have even noticed it.
Dropping to his knees, he looked closely at it, but did not notice anything peculiar, and could not make out any inscription on it. He pulled at it, but nothing, and was unable to turn in. He got to his feet, and thinking, "what the hell!" roughly stepped on it. He stared at the corner waiting for a magic door to appear. It did not. He turned feeling dejected, and nearly had a heart attack when at about five feet in front was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, wearing the sheerest gown ever created. She had long flowing black hair, breasts proudly up right with slightly dark nipples making him salivate. Her legs were perfectly shaped, and her gorgeous toes seemed to be suspended just above the ground. Jason felt that her dark eyes were looking right in to his soul.
Quickly he turned, looking along the wall behind him in search of a hole for a projector, or some other machine that would explain the vision, but found nothing, nor did he notice any beam of light coming from the walls. The room had also become brighter, as the small windows near the ceiling just above the ground poorly lit it before. The only thing in the room was he, the hieroglyphics, what seemed like an old bed to the right side of the room, against the wall, and this gorgeous woman.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not help his dick from rising, and straining against his jeans. The palm of his hands were slightly sweaty, and although, he probably should have run out of the room screaming, he was not afraid. The fact that the gorgeous woman was practically naked did haze his inexperienced judgment. She spoke to him. Jason was sure that it was not English, but somehow he could understand. He tried to concentrate on the book that was held by both her hands and being presented to him, and not on the way her breasts were pressed together by her arms, nor how sensual her stomach moved as she took in breath, and those lips!
