Pleasure Starved (Vintage Erotic Novel) - Anju Quewea - ebook
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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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Pleasure Starved

CHAPTER ONEI examined myself thoroughly in the mirror before returning to Jon. I wanted to make sure my eyes held their sparkle, my lips their smoldering invitation. I smiled at my sexy reflection. My beauty was of model-quality. My brunette hair spilled seductively over my shoulders, framing a gorgeous face. Those dazzling green pupils were the incarnation of a cat's. I stretched my arms and turned my waist to accentuate and savor its tininess; Jon easily encompassed it with the span of his two hands. My large, eye-popping tits made a big splash as well. Clad in white lace panties and bra, I struck the chords of a potent fantasy.Tonight, I was going to portray Jon's fantasy woman. My rendition, however, came with a steep price. Jon would not realize the amount he would pay until much later.My sensual presence would not be complete without one final item. From my purse I removed a simple gold chain with a diamond pendant attached, and slipped it on. Once the clasp was secured, I stood back to admire its loveliness. The pendant glittered between my luscious cleavage. To the average person, it was a piece of expensive jewelry, an antique ornament; most would never suspect its extraordinary powers. I, alone, knew how to harness its capabilities and use them to my benefit.The music filtering in the background was a classical piece from Jon's CD collection. I dabbed a bit of perfume behind my neck, plus a dash behind my knees, before joining him. My scent was positively alluring. My attention to detail in providing him the ultimate experience was sublime.I walked into the bedroom, guided by the soft light of a small lamp and its reflection on completely mirrored walls. Jon claimed he enjoyed watching from every angle. His comment prompted concern: were we being videotaped? He assured me we weren't, but I scanned the walls for an opening and protruding lens nonetheless. The last thing I needed was for our little session to be captured. I resolved to eliminate the threat before the night ended.Jon's condominium was an illustration of opulence-luxury designed for a king. His tastes were embellished in the selection of furniture and artwork. Jon's treasures were exhibited in every room, from antiques to paintings from the masters. Statuary also appeared to be another of his collections; figures shaped from exotic materials at the hands of renown sculptors were assigned locations where they could be viewed in all their splendor.Jon also had installed, at great expense, one of the best security systems available. Infrared beams were activated during the nighttime hours for maximum protection. Nothing could be taken from him without his-or the police department's-knowledge.I lived below Jon. My place had a fraction of his worldly possessions-at least, on display. Although he admired my things, they didn't suit his sense of achievement. He made no pretensions of them, either. I was clearly the object of his focus. Ever since I moved into this complex, he made it his business to cross paths. He chased after me in the lobby, the elevator and health club facility. My eventual surrender gratified him to no end.Jon awaited me in his spacious water bed, which was lined with satin sheets. From the rise and fall of his massive chest, I could tell he anticipated steamy activity. Having become familiar with me, he understood I could supply the needs he kept private. Jon, an art enthusiast, appreciated beauty in its various forms; I represented his newest addition. He prevailed upon me to see him privately, hinting that a session was inevitable. Aware of my passion for the arts, he strongly believed we-two sensual beings-should come to celebrate in the most physically and emotionally satisfying way humans could.I could tell Jon was wild. He might have induced others to speculate that he was cultured, gallant, and polished with no visible flaws; they had yet to discover his erotic tendencies dominated his personality. That feral gleam in his eye was a sign, in my book. Although difficult to describe, it wasn't difficult to spot. Body language was also another determinant: Jon was apt to sit with his legs apart and crotch elevated; it was as though he expected someone to kneel before him and suck his dick. I pictured him snaring a female head with those large, expansive hands and guiding it to his satisfaction while studying the lip-catching process made on his erect cock.Strikingly handsome, Jon wasn't. He was average, with thin-to-balding dark hair and a high forehead, a groomed mustache and a Roman nose. At forty-six, he was seasoned to perfection. Some men improve with time, and Jon was definite proof of that theory. A tinge of gray that took root at his side added character.Twice divorced, his marriages had yet to deplete him of his thirst for women. His carefully attained treasures were very likely protected by pre-nuptial agreements.I had seen a stair-climber and rowing machine in one of his spare rooms; evidence of their use could be seen in Jon's muscled legs and arms. His stomach was level, resistant to flab. Jon rigorously combated the decline of aging. With an eye for the ladies and many years of sexual indulgence ahead of him, I could see Jon's point.I also subscribed to that school of thought: at thirty-two, I did not take my appearance lightly. I was prepared to battle the ravages of time when it was essential; proper diet and exercise were on my permanent agenda. For now, I was youthfully gorgeous; those contributions weren't as imperative as they would eventually be.My entrance to the bedroom was heralded by one of Beethoven's prized symphonies. I smiled. The music enhanced my voluptuousness and my walk to Jon. My movements were guided by the sweep of those fluent notes. My large, jutting breasts bobbed in lacy confinement. My hair brushed my shoulders and flowed with the oncoming breeze from the open window. The curtains billowed during my arrival.A picture-perfect seduction, it was the first time Jon and I would have sex. Everything preceding this night had been ingeniously calculated. Jon may have wished to conceive of my submission as a culmination of weeks in attracting my attention. He sought me tirelessly, sending one invitation after another until my acceptance was secured.My lips curved. If only he knew the truth ..."You're breathtaking, Sheila," he remarked as I stood at the foot of the bed. His hazel eyes were fastened to my tits, then gradually traveled the length of my magnificent body. My choice of underwear met with observable favor. At his insistence, we were to start this adventure attired as such. Jon's boxer shorts concealed his immediate reaction; I saw no significant bulge that alerted me to his excitement.As I suspected, the pendant caught his eye. Given its delectable position between my sizable tits, how could Jon avoid it?His hand went around my ass, then pulled me toward him. I set a knee on the mattress, then lowered my swollen boobs to his face. The nipples were approaching total exposure. My intention was for Jon to release them with his tongue. Jon's erotic antennae were up, for his snake-like tip was instantly propelled into action.My diamond pendant remained a background fixture for him. Although he slurped at the pink buds and spurred their freedom, he could not remove his eyes from it.Pretending not to notice, I streamed my hands through the dense locks that covered his chest. My faint murmur coincided with my flashing gaze. I climbed onto his lap, placing my sumptuous butt over something solid inside those boxer shorts. Shivering, I rubbed myself back and forth, prompting its further growth. Ohhhhh. From the feel of it, Jon had something enormous to give.He gasped as I stroked him with my ass. My captivating shift caused him to temporarily break his gape of my jeweled ornament. When his eyes reopened, he looked to my face, then gradually pursued that glittering symbol.I brought my lips down on him. His mouth was first to welcome them before I was penetrated by his tongue. Our kiss was long and sweet. His response was quick. The pressure of his urgent fingers to my spine and buttocks ruled the moment. He squeezed me to his solid frame, encouraging my loss of control. His rock-hard shaft ground into my crotch. If I hadn't been so determined to execute my plan, I might have been tempted.I wiggled my tits against his hair-rough flesh. His chest moved in a stimulating fashion, affording us both a burst of enjoyment. My thumbs passed over those firm biceps, thrilled by their density. I received a ticklish thrill from his mustache while our lips remained connected. A hot surge of desire ran through me. Whether I wished it or not, Jon ignited my lust. Dampness between my legs was building. I smoothed over the protruding hardness of his cock, motivated by its thick outline. Working my hips from one end to the other, I subjected myself to a flurry of agitation."Ohhhhh," I sobbed, disengaging my twittering mouth. I dragged air into my lungs. Jon charged me with exhilaration.I noticed, upon rising, that my lacy bra fell from my bosom. My tits sprang to full prominence. Jon must have unlatched the hook during our kiss.He scooped up my large, silky breasts, filling his hands to capacity. His thumbs rotated over the lust-swollen nipples. He watched me sigh and arch my back as he adhered to this eager measure."Ohhhhh," I moaned, nearly displaced from his lap. My sole recourse was to push down on that rigid cock and savor its unyielding texture. My clit throbbed at my sliding rhythm. I could feel the heat mount through my flesh, radiating from my inflamed nipples. The urge to remove my panties, then sit on that huge cock was prevalent. I knew it was going to split me in a way that would shake my very foundation.Jon was ahead of me by several laps. Those large spanning fingers dipped beneath the elastic band and peeled them over my undulating hips. I watched the rise and fall of his substantial chest and heard his hoarse breathing as my dark thatch was slowly revealed. Those scrumptious curls and pink slit were a mouth-watering sight. He moistened his dried lips with his tongue while laying bare more and more of me."Oh, Sheila," he muttered, exhaling roughly. "Jesus, you're incredible."I predicted this reaction. The enticing leotard and tights I wore at the health club facility in the same building furnished him a mind-bending picture of my curvaceous figure. Now that he was observant of the real thing, his excitement escalated.I lifted my ass so that my panties could be effortlessly discarded. From the slant of his burning eyes, he probably wanted them to keep. They carried the scent of my desire for him. I considered gifting him with them, providing he made my job easy.I sat on him, naked. I allowed him to stare at my nudity without interruption. The soft glow of the lights favored my lush skin. I writhed for his entertainment, swinging my tits from side to side; in doing so, I propelled the pendant. He returned to its sparkling brilliance, unblinking.Once again, my lips curved. No matter how he tried, he could not challenge its powers. He was drawn to it without fail, unconsciously seeking out its dazzling quality. Shortly, I would give him a full demonstration of its might.Just as Jon succeeded in extracting my panties, I changed position. I slid down the length of his aroused body, dragging my nipples over his susceptible flesh. I received some prickling jolts myself as I traveled along his coarse planes. My cheeks, lips and nose were subjected to that carpeted chest, bristly stomach and finally, a shape that strained the folds of his boxer shorts. I tested his trembling disturbance with my lips. I grasped that jutting thing and held it tight. Mmmmm. Jon answered me with some strong pulsations. I relinquished that mouthful after only a few sizzling seconds. I saw that he balled his fists while studying the distance between my mouth and his swollen cock. I'm sure he was contemplating their moment of continuous contact.The moment had arrived for me to see his cock. I could scarcely wait. I pulled down his shorts in short intervals, deliberately prolonging the suspense. His pubes curled out from under the elastic rim, then the bulbous head of his shaft was made public. Its red helmet inflamed my appetite. I slurped it before proceeding. My sudden application of hot saliva caused him to clench his teeth and exhale sharply."Jesus," he said from above. Those long fingers started coming toward me, ready to lock about my head. I gathered from his intense expression he intended to bury his cock in my face. He wanted to get sucked by my red-painted lips. "Oh, Sheila. Oh, yeah."Jon was not going to be left disappointed. He would get exactly what he yearned for without apprehending his unconditional consent to reciprocate.His boxer shorts were yanked over his hips after a few tugs. Anxiously, he elevated his buttocks to expedite the stripping process. His hard dick stood upright, teeming with commotion. I gasped at its size. Wow! Jon was truly an endowed man. His cock matched the lengthiness of his limbs, his stretched fingers, his large feet in tantalizing proportion.I filtered warm air over his bared equipment. I promoted a dizzying sensation that should have started in his balls and gathered steam through his stirred up body. His pectorals rose and dropped at my inquisitive touch. I could see how I seared him with a simple caress. He was deliciously rigid. I lowered my face another couple of inches so that I could study his undraped cock from stem to tip. Mmmmm. He was certainly going to feel great inside my pussy.Having extensively digested his mass, I let out my tongue and trailed it up the immensely protruding vein of its underside. My spittle triggered a jarring reaction inside him. Jon was ill-prepared to receive that generous amount. He groaned and trembled my entire trip."Oh, yeah," he grunted, reeling with want. His Adam's apple rippled in direct response to my scalding lash. His fists were clenched and shaking. His chin went up and his head rolled from one side of the pillow to the other.Having elicited this type of reply, I didn't stop. I started licking him in earnest, slobbering his towering shaft with ample spit. His cock tasted great. I unleashed a barrage of oral fireworks the--likes of which he hadn't previously endured. My aim was to get him off quick.That, however, wasn't quite my scheme. My tongue was merely establishing control of him; my lips had yet to assert their command.I watched my saliva trickle down his swollen thing. I didn't permit those errant globs to reach his balls; prior to their hot, churning collection, I scooped them up with my expert tip. My ticklish endeavors served to electrify him. I raced back to his velvet top, distributing more of my brain-numbing spit. I could practically envision his cumhole opening to remit that heavy flow of white goo. If I chose, I could have made him erupt immediately; that, however, would have ruptured my plan. I had to keep his fervor blazing-hot."Take me into your mouth," he muttered.Jon's instincts were razor sharp. Outwitting him wouldn't be simple. I had to exercise caution in handling him.I hoisted myself over his cock-not to sit on him, but to place my tits on his lap. Jon watched purposefully, weighing my actions and perhaps deciding whether this was the best course to take. I gave him little time to think. I wrapped my big, huggable tits around that wildly beating cock. Its palpitations and saliva-wet surface caused me to shudder. Ohhhhh. Jon couldn't have been quite programmed for this experience. I compressed my billowy softness to that rigid shaft and began massaging it. Up and down, I stroked him. My satiny cloak stimulated his erotic imagination. Between my malleable fold and its lubricated sheath, he was trapped in brisk splendor. A spark of ebullience flared in his hazel eyes. I turned the heat up an extra notch by flicking that plump helmet. A drop of cum emerged after several squeezings. I'm sure Jon was beside himself in ecstasy."Do you like that?" I whispered, between licks. I got his cock juicy with spit. I shifted my tits high and low, from side to side, treating him to luxurious manipulation. The curl of hair on his thighs and stomach amplified the prickling sensation that swam through my flesh as well. I formed a delectable tent over his swollen cock. "How's that? Hmmmm?"Jon's throat muscles functioned as he swallowed roughly. "Jesus. Oh, Sheila. Uhhhhh. Don't stop."I had taken care not to have my pendant interfere with the kneading process. As I enveloped his hard dick in my pillowy tuck, the position of that object was ingeniously arranged. My fluttering hands and my rubbing boobs mesmerized him. My piercing eyes reinforced his concentration; it was as though I directed him to stare at my pendant."Do you like my pendant?" I whispered.He nodded. That glittering jewel was right by his engorged cock. I reduced my stroking rhythm in tandem with the lure of my soft voice. "Where did you get it?""It's very old," I said, taking a moment to slurp him. "And very valuable."Jon couldn't end his gaze, no matter how he seemed to try. His eyes snapped right back to my sparkling ornament. His pulsations inside my tits were still fierce, still demanding, yet I detected the beginning of his subconscious surrender."Do you think you can find the center of my jewel?" I murmured while caressing his cock. "You have to visually separate all those colors that keep weaving together, but you'll manage. Keep looking at it, Jon. It's beautiful. You love to watch beautiful things, don't you?"Gradually, I noticed how total his absorption was. I propelled his compliance with my smooth, exhilarating voice and seductive massage."You can't resist looking, can you?" I went on, deepening his trance. I sucked gently on the head of his cock. I prompted his feverish pulsations. "It's drawing you into the center of light within the jewel. Its colors keep mixing, but I know you'll segregate them with your mind. You're compelled to do so; it's unstoppable at this point."I decreased the handling of his dick in concert with my slurred pronunciations. My hot lashings grew infrequent, yet managed to hold him captive. Jon somewhat opposed my influence, from the occasional blink of his eyes; I merely strengthened my control with another stream of penetrating dialogue, peppered with tingling saliva. It was important for me to overwhelm each and all his senses. I bent his will to mine. It was impossible for him to combat me. The pendant exacted its toll. Jon's hazel pupils dilated as I spouted further instructions. His hands, previously cupping the back of my head, slumped to my shoulders, then fell leadenly to his sides. I discerned their twitch, as though they wanted to return to my flesh, yet couldn't."Have you found the center yet, Jon? Have you ended your search, or do you still feel it necessary to locate it? Don't fight it, Jon. You're obliged to do so, Jon. You're curious by nature, and your curiosity won't be satisfied until you finish."The rise and fall of his hairy chest, once emphatic, diminished to a sluggish pace. A man would normally be much too excited having his cock wrapped in a pair of tits, but with the added feature of the pendant, the combination was powerful. The throb in his dick existed, yet it was eclipsed by his engrossment.I smothered him with my tits, affording his cock a crushing embrace. The dampness of saliva that still clung to my flesh and made his thing slick wafted through my cleavage. I succeeded in lowering his heartbeat and enslaving his will. I could see the departure of his conscious thought patterns by the glassiness of his pupils. I was speaking to his subconscious-my key goal this evening."How do you feel, Jon?" I whispered. "Is your brain numb? Of course, it is. You're in my power."I detached my sticky tits from his cock. My nipples were vibrantly erect from having intensely embraced him. Although my mind functioned on a separate level, my body couldn't counteract the effects of a sexy man. My hormones were stirred, eager to take him; I had to regain discipline of those needs as well.I clasped the pendant and stationed it a foot from his transfixed gape. I knelt between his legs, guarding for a sign that he wasn't completely in my control. Jon displayed no capacity for revolt. He stared blankly back at me, his eyes glued to my pendant. His dick was the only part of him that showed life: it stood hugely in the air, at full extension.My lips curved. The hypnosis had been successful. I placed him in a deep trance from which only I was capable of releasing him.I decided to test my domination. "Raise your left hand for me, Jon."Without hesitation, he obeyed. That huge paw of his lifted from his side and became immovable, awaiting my next instruction."You can put it down, Jon."He immediately lowered it. The slight expansion and contraction of his chest alluded to relaxed breathing. I couldn't have planned it better. In his condition, I could prolong his hypnotic state for hours.I maintained the distance between the jewel and his face; they were in perfect alignment. I exercised infinite care in not touching him; doing so would break the spell. "As I've just demonstrated, you are at my command. I will issue orders, and you will submit to them. You have no choice, Jon. You are my slave." I paused. "Nod if you understand."His head moved up and down in affirmation."Excellent. I want you to give me the combination of your safe, Jon. The one in your study."In a monotone voice, he divulged, "Left twenty-eight, right eighteen, left five, right forty-one."My steel trap mind captured each and every number and filed it away for later reference. "There are no security devices activated at the present?"He shook his head."You will remain here, in this position, until I return. You will forget that you have given me this information. This entire encounter will permanently slip from memory. Do you understand, Jon?"Again, he nodded."Only my touch can free you. Until then, you must yield to my will." I slid off the bed, smirking at his enormous hard-on. All his senses were frozen. Only I could unlock them, and I wasn't nearly ready to do so.Although I had seen his safe once before, its contents remained secret. Jon did not boast of all his possessions. I was fairly certain the more expensive items were stashed away from the naked eye.I fished for some plastic gloves in my purse. Having performed structured burglaries for years, I had every base covered. Each was polished, flawless in execution. Few, if any, steps were omitted. I always examined my actions later, when the job was completed, and looked for ways of improvement. Hypnosis worked the best. It gave me the edge that was otherwise unavailable to the professionals. I fleeced people of their valuables, then inserted a post-hypnotic suggestion that protected me from blame. My subliminal order prohibited them from naming me as a suspect. As a result, I ran a safe and profitable business. I amassed substantial wealth over the years. I kept several safe deposit boxes in various cities throughout the country to stash money; confiscated art work was disposed of systematically via European channels or black market. Jewelry and other personal property, such as stocks and bonds, were liquidated through private transactions. My connections were vast and thorough. There was virtually little I couldn't steal.I was an independent contractor. My operation was exclusively mine. I had no partners, no accomplices. I trusted no one. My contacts for the disposal proceedings were varied by intuition. I didn't use the same outfit more than twice in a single year. Doubt therefore never shifted in my direction.