Money Paw

Author's Note: Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. This is my submission for the

Literotica Halloween Story Contest 2024

, enjoy!

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Tabuk, Saudi Arabia 1991

A formation of Tomcats buzzed low over the wadi but the American airman did not look up. Only twenty minutes from base and he was already parched from the midday heat. He almost wished he had bought another canteen but then he remembered the strange object hanging from the worn leather pouch around his neck and the wish faded on his cracked lips.

The airman reached the edge of the ravine and looked at the riverbed hidden in gloom far below him. Listening closely, he could hear the distant burble of water.

"Tamanaa 'amniatan..."

The airman looked around. Anyone with any sense was sheltering in shade at this hour. He was alone. The desert playing tricks. Nothing more. He lifted the pouch from around his neck and held it over the ravine.

"Tamanaa 'amniatan..."

Louder now, there was no mistaking the words. A force seemed to take hold of him, willing him to keep hold of the pouch and the devilish antiquity within. He gripped it tighter.

The Tomcats were above him before he was aware of them. The airman flinched away from the sudden blast of noise and the spell was broken. He thought of home. Of apple pie and denim jeans. Coors light. The fall in New Hampton.

The pouch hit the water with a splash heard by no one, not even the airman, who was already retracing his footsteps in the sand.

--

Dubai, UAE 2024

"Be careful what you wish for," Ellie thought as she dumped her bag on the sagging double bed. The hotel room somehow smelt of damp despite the stifling heat.

A final family holiday before Ellie and her twin brother, Doug, left for college had sounded like a good idea when her parents suggested it. A chance to put their differences aside and make some lasting memories before they parted ways. And Dubai had sounded memorable. Exotic, luxurious, so unlike their family holidays until now.

"Out of my way, Skeletor."

Doug barged past Ellie and glanced around the room. Doug was a high school quarterback. A school legend. Popular, attractive, athletic, Doug was everything his mousy sister was not.

"Where's the other bed?" Doug asked.

"I think this is all there is."

Doug and Ellie watched as a strip of floral wallpaper peeled itself off the wall.

"Some holiday."

"Don't complain," Ellie warned, "you know how hard Mom and Dad saved for this."

"Mom and Dad?"

Just then the adjoining door to the next guest room opened and their parents bundled through.

"Isn't this great!" Nancy beamed, "and we're only forty minutes from the beach!"

"Is that all?"

Doug's sarcasm washed off Nancy and Larry like water off a ducks back.

"I know it hasn't got all the mod-cons but..."

"It's great, dad," Ellie chimed in, "it's perfect."

"At least it's got an ironing board," Doug quipped, ruffling Ellie's hair.

Ellie crossed her arms over her flat chest. Her petite figure was a constant source of embarrassed to her and ammunition to her brother. Larry was too engrossed in his wife to notice the tension between his children. Putting his arms around Nancy, he kissed her on the neck.

"Get a room, Dad!" Ellie groaned, burying the unbidden spark of jealousy she felt watching her parents.

"I'm going to check out the pool," Doug said, averting his eyes, "you coming Skellie?

"Yeah in a bit, I just want to freshen up."

"Good idea," Doug quipped, holding his nose, "you stink."

Ellie self-consciously sniffed her armpits as Doug swaggered out of the room. Ellie closed the adjoining door behind her parents but the thin plywood did little to stifle their excitable giggles.

She looked at her reflection in the cracked mirror that hung wonkily on the wall. Turning sideways, she assessed her shapeless body in profile and, as she often did, wished she had been blessed with her mom's curves.

The giggling had stopped but Ellie could hear Nancy through the wall.

"Larry no...the kids...Larrr..."

A long, sensual groan stifled Nancy's next words. Ellie stepped closer to the wall, resting her ear against the thin plasterboard.

"Right there...yes Larry...give it to me..."

Ellie's hand slipped inside her panties as she listened to the wet slap of her dad entering her mother. She closed her eyes and imagined, not for the first time, that it was her legs that her father was between.

Larry was the kind of dad your friends fancied. Effortlessly charming, easy going, and handsome even in spite of his injury. In other words, a DILF.

Ellie's fingers found her clit as Larry's grunts rumbled through the wall. She indulged in her forbidden fantasy and felt a pressure rising as Nancy's moans crescendoed in a desperate cry.

"Fuck...yes...cumingggg!"

Ellie hung tantalisingly on the precipice of her own climax but, no matter how desperately she rubbed her throbbing clit, release remained as elusive as it always had. Frustrated, hot, and shamed, Ellie flopped onto the bed, which promptly collapsed beneath her.

--

"Tamanaa 'amniatan..."

Ellie heard the strange words like an echo from the past. She looked around the crowded bazaar for the source.

"Tamanaa 'amniatan..."

Stepping away from her family, she followed the whispered words into a dark store. The small space was cluttered with curios and trinkets. A wizened fakir sat cross legged on a cushion in a darkest recess.

"Sorry, do you speak any English?"

"Tamanaa 'amniatan," the fakir repeated, holding out a filthy leather pouch.

Ellie took out her phone and opened up the translator app.

"One more time?"

"Tamanaa 'amniatan!"

The fakir shook the pouch insistently. Ellie watched as her phone translated his words: make a wish.

"I'm not in the market for a souvenir today," Ellie smiled apologetically, "thanks though."

The fakir pulled open the pouch.

"Tamanaa 'amniatan..."

Ellie didn't see the fakir's lips move and, for a moment, she thought the words had come from inside the pouch.

But that was impossible. It was the stifling heat and the pungent incense dulling Ellie's senses to the old trickster's ventriloquism. Nevertheless, some force drew her to him. She reached towards the pouch.

The fakir broke into a toothless grin. His rancid breath washed over her as he nodded encouragingly. She was under his spell now, unable to pull back, reaching deeper until she felt the cold, dead touch of another hand.

Ellie jerked her hand out of the pouch and stumbled backwards as the fakir cackled wickedly. She fell into a pile of rugs and a withered monkey paw landed at her feet, its five furry fingers stretching towards her.

"Lak, lak." Yours, yours.

"Umm...no...no thank you.." Ellie stuttered, "I haven't any money."

The fakir cut her off sharply.

"Tamanaa 'amniatan!"

Of course, Ellie had read the stories about monkeys paws but she didn't believe them. They were fairytales. Amputated primates didn't really grant wishes. Did they?

Ellie picked up the paw and offered it back to the fakir.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could pay you for it but..."

Ellie's next words died on her lips as one of the spindly monkey fingers suddenly cracked and curled itself inward against the palm. Ellie stared at it, horrified and amazed. The fakir cackled again, nodding his shaggy head wildly.

--

"Don't wander off alone," Nancy chastised, when Ellie returned to her family.

"Someone might trade you for a goat," Doug quipped, as she stuffed the pouch inside her backpack.

"What have you got there?" Larry probed.

"Just a...um...souvenir. Nothing special."

Her father eyed the backpack suspiciously but asked no more.

"I think I'm going to head back to the hotel," Ellie said, "the heat is getting to me."

"Doug, walk your sister back to the hotel."

"Why? We could use a goat. It's a good trade."

"I'll be fine, mom. Seriously. It's, like, really safe here. I'll be fine."

--

Distance and some clear air had broken the fakir's spell. Ellie was halfway back to the hotel and had put the whole experience behind her as an elaborate prank. Laughing at her own gullibility, she didn't notice the gold plated Rolls Royce limo until the driver's window rolled down and a voice called out to her.

"Madam," the driver said, "my esteemed master would like to offer you a lift. It is much too hot to be walking at this time."

Ellie smiled but shook her head.

"No, thanks."

"Do not be afraid," the driver continued, gesturing to the royal flags of the neighbouring state on the gleaming bonnet, "of his eminence, the Prince."

The rear door of the vehicle opened and a burst of cool, pleasantly scented air wafted over Ellie.

--

Inside the vehicle was an immense, hulking man in beautiful robes. At least two meters tall and three hundred pounds, he sat like a silent statue from some age forgotten. Ellie hugged the side of the car to maximise the space between them, slender as it was. The driver was separated from the passengers by an opaque glass divider but his voice spoke to them over an intercom.

"His eminence would like to make you an offer."

Ellie glanced at the impassive man-mountain beside her.

"What kind of an offer?"

"His eminence desires you. He offers one million dollars to couple with you."

"Couple?!"

"Sex."

"I..." Ellie shied away from the silent hulk, "I'm a virgin."

The man beside her spoke softly in Arabic to the driver.

"He offers two million. In front of you is a tablet. Enter you bank details and his eminence will make a deposit to display his interest."

Insane as the offer was, Ellie didn't see the harm in humouring the Prince.

With shaking hands, Ellie typed her bank details into the tablet and passed it to the Prince. He entered a number and Ellie's phone pinged to alert her of a transfer. Opening her banking app, she discovered a ten thousand dollar sum had just been deposited from a Swiss bank.

"I can't accept this. I'm...saving myself for marriage."

Another quiet exchange passed between the Prince and driver.

"This is a gift," came the voice over the intercom, "his eminence understands and approves of your pledge of chastity. He counters with an offer of five hundred thousand dollars to suck his most royal of cocks."

"I...um..."

The Prince entered another figure into the tablet. Ellie's phone binged. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars had entered her account.

"The rest will come after the deal has been completed."

Ellie thought of her parents. The hard hours her mom had worked and the sorry hotel room they had to show for it. Her father's expensive physio for the wounded spine that had kept him from employment. She dropped to her knees in front of the Prince.

The Prince nodded with satisfaction and hitched up his robes, exposing his soft cock. It was the first Ellie had ever seen. Tentatively she shuffled forward and gripped the warm flesh in her hands. It twitched and began to stiffen immediately. Ellie gazed in amazement as it grew in response to her touch.

Soon she could not fit her hands around it. Standing erect and rock hard, it must have been seven or eight inches long. The musky smell was not unpleasant. Ellie inhaled deeply and felt a shiver that ran straight to her pussy, despite the shame that was burning her cheeks. Ellie stroked the Prince's thick cock and was rewarded by a bead of clear fluid spilling out of the tip and onto her hand.

The Prince softly reached out and touched the side of Ellie's face. She looked up into his impassive eyes. He nodded once then guided her head towards his dripping cock with a gentle but insistent force. Ellie lapped at the stream of pre-cum and swirled the salty fluid around her mouth. Finding it quite tasty, she lapped it at it some more, licking the Prince's cock head with increasing enthusiasm.

The liquid was spilling from the Prince in a steady stream. Ellie fastened her lips over the tip and sucked it directly from the source. She closed her eyes and moaned gently against the spongy tip, then became aware of the Prince applying more pressure to the back of her head, encouraging her to take him deeper into her mouth.

Opening her mouth wide, Ellie let the Prince feed first one, then two, then three inches past her lips. Ellie squeezed the Prince's shaft at the base and felt a spurt of the viscous liquid hit the back of her mouth. With wide, questioning eyes, Ellie looked up at the Prince. He nodded with approval then replaced her hand on his shaft with his own.

The Prince stroked himself with a greater pace and strength, which send jet after jet of pre-cum into her waiting mouth. Burying any feelings of shame, Ellie closed her eyes and slipped a hand beneath the waistband of her jeans. She was shocked to feel how wet her panties were and how easily a finger eased inside her tight hole.

Ellie felt the familiar pressure building inside her as her soaked pussy clenched around her finger. Savouring the Prince's taste, she was shocked how quickly the situation had brought her to the precipice of an orgasm. She ground hers pussy against her palm, desperate for the relief that had eluded her all her life.

Then Ellie was gagging, her body heaving against the sudden intrusion of the Prince's cock deep into her throat. Instinctively Ellie pulled back but the Prince tightened his grip on her head, wrapping his knuckles round a fistful of hair and forcing himself deeper still. She looked up at him with imploring eyes, slapping his thighs to signal her discomfort, but the Prince was merciless. Retracting just enough for Ellie to draw breath, the Prince thrust into her throat again, fucking her inexperienced mouth ruthlessly.

Saliva drenched Ellie's chin and t-shirt. Her eyes burned with tears. She struggled in vain against the Prince's overwhelming strength. She felt his swollen tip distorting her throat as the Prince forced it deeper still. Her nose mashed against his course black pubes as he bottomed out inside her. Only the pain caused by the Prince's grip on her hair stopped her from passing out.

The next thing Ellie knew she was gasping on the floor of the limo and the Prince was towering over her. Ellie was only vaguely aware of the powerful jets of cum splattered against her face as she heaved air into her tortured lungs. Then the vehicle was stopping and the driver was guiding Ellie out of the door.

--

"The lottery?"

"That's right. I got a ticket at the airport. I guess it was my lucky day."

It wasn't easy for Ellie to explain how she could suddenly afford two rooms in the Burj Al Arab but luckily her family weren't in the mood to interrogate her too thoroughly once they saw the luxurious surroundings.

Larry took his daughter to one side while Nancy explored the walk in wardrobe and Doug raided the extensive minibar.

"Can you really afford this, kiddo?"

"Stop worrying, dad. I want to treat you. You deserve a break."

Larry studied his daughter, suspicion gradually giving way to admiration for the selfless young woman he'd raised.

--

Ellie emerged from a bubble bath that was larger than her entire bed at the previous hotel. Gazing out over the panoramic view of the city, her mind wandered to the monkey paw hidden inside her suitcase.

It was a coincidence. It had to be. An elaborate ruse by a sick old man and a chance encounter with a royal pervert. Improbable, sure, but more likely than the alternative. Ellie wrapped an Egyptian cotton towel around her body and pulled her suitcase from the closet.

Ellie inspected the creepy limb and wondered what she would wish for, hypothetically speaking, if the monkey paw was for real.

"That's an easy one," she thought, catching her shapeless reflection in the floor to ceiling windows, "I'd wish for a body I'm not embarrassed of. The kind of body women want to have and men want to fuck. Hell, the kind of body men and women want to fuck."

Ellie held her breath, waiting for another digit to curl into itself and her world to turn upside down, but nothing happened. Ellie rolled her eyes.

"Stupid," she thought, "but just to be sure..."

"I wish I had the kind of body I wouldn't be ashamed of!" Ellie declared loudly, squeezing the monkey paw tightly.

"Dude, you'd need a miracle not a wish!"

Ellie span around to discover Doug standing in the doorway to their room. She quickly hid the monkey paw behind her back.

"Get out!" Ellie shouted, "I'm getting changed!"

Doug swaggered into the room.

"Relax, Skellie, it's not like you've got anything worth looking at," Doug drawled, "I only came to get another beer."

"You know I'm paying for them, right?"

"That must be why they taste so good."

Doug grabbed a beer from the minibar and cracked it open on his way out of the room.

"Laters!"

Ellie flopped onto the California king bed. Slinging the monkey paw across the room and into the cupboard, Ellie groaned with embarrassment. Holding her head in her hands, she didn't see the monkey paw shift and wriggle until another finger curled up.

--

"Go and change into something more appropriate this minute, young lady!"

Ellie pulled the baggy t-shirt over her head and was shocked at her mom's reaction.

"You've seen this swim suit before, mom. I've had it for..."

Ellie looked down at her red bikini and squealed. Her red bikini top was stretched obscenely over a pair of perfect teardrop breasts that, if they hadn't been attached to her body, Ellie would have denied owning.

The small cups once fitted her tiny tits perfectly but now barely covered her nipples and the string was stretched to breaking point. Noticing how Doug goggled her, Ellie crossed her arms over her chest. Larry peered over the rim of his sunglasses at his daughter.

"Listen to your mother, Ellie," Larry said, casting an appreciative glancing down his daughter's body to her waist, "go to your..."

Larry took his sunglasses off for a clearer look. Ellie followed his gaze. Her father was staring directly at the tiny triangle of fabric that clung to her pussy.

Ellie dropped one hand to cover her bikini bottom and glanced around the poolside. She was suddenly aware of all the eyes on her.

Ellie turned and dashed back into the hotel, painfully conscious of the staff and guests turning to watch her thick butt jiggle around the swim suit that it had all but swallowed completely.

--

Back in her room, Ellie inspected her new body in the mirror. Her once insignificant A cups had swollen to gravity defying CC. Her abs were toned like a gymnasts and her long legs had the definition of a track runner. Looking over her shoulder, she cupped her pert butt and gave the cheeks a jiggle.

Ellie rummaged through the cupboard for the discarded monkey paw. Sure enough, two of the fingers were lowered.

"It works!" Ellie cried, "it actually fucking works."

There was a knock on the door. Ellie quickly stuffed the monkey paw back into her case.

"Come in!"

Doug stepped into the room. Still in his trunks, a towel was slung carelessly over one shoulder, revealing his muscular chest and arms.

"Oh, it's you," Ellie eyed him suspiciously, "what do you want?"

Ellie noticed the way Doug's eyes remained transfixed on her chest as he stammered and blushed uncharacteristically.

"I, um, just came to see if, you know, like, needed a hand with anything?"

"What's the catch?" Ellie probed with growing confusion.

"There's no catch," Doug said earnestly, stepping towards Ellie and wringing his hands, "it just kind of hit me how, maybe, I've not always been the best brother to you."

Doug's eyes slipped down Ellie's defined abs to where her tiny bikini bottoms clung tightly to her lips.