Spirit of the Wild Seed
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,933
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter One
Tara looked over the man, who stood and looked towards her. His chiseled face and chest made her thank the goddess that she was fortunate enough to get his business, and not the fat and ugly men she usually got. She backed against the door, looking him from top to bottom, taking in all his features, including the slight bulge that she could see in the crotch of his breeches.
“How can I help you sir?” she asked, fixing her brilliant blue eyes upon him. She lifted her hands to her long red hair, letting the green ribbon that held it up fall into her hand. A cascade of deep red curls fell about her. The light from the outside lit up her hair, giving him the impression that her head was on fire.
Slowly he moved towards her, a slight blush evident upon his tanned cheeks. “I apologize for not waiting downstairs, but I wanted to make sure that I got to you first - before any of the buffoons in the bar.”
Tara nodded, her hand still upon the brass nob behind her, just as a safety precaution. She watched him take step after step towards her, feeling small in his shadow.
“You see, I've been to this bar several times, and every time I see you, I want you desperately. But, until now, I've yet had the money and/or courage to speak up.” He stopped, the bulge in his pants increasing to an uncomfortable level. Reaching down, he tried to adjust his breeches about it, without showing how hard for her he was.
“Alright. So, you wish to purchase my services?” she asked, noting that most men waited until the evening to ask for her, but it was still before noon.
The man blushed, moving his hand towards her “Yes” he said softly, gently taking her hand into his and kissing the back of it. “My name is Antonious DeVinci,” he paused and looked directly into her eyes “And I wish to have you in my bed all day and night.” he said softly, lifting his lips to her ear, grabbing hold softly, teeth barely grazing the lobe.
Tara's breath caught in her chest, making her cough slightly. She knew she would be tired tomorrow. However, for the time being, she let herself relax against the door. She looked at the man through half closed eyes, biting her lower lip for a moment before speaking, her voice low and sultry – almost a purr. “You'll have to pay the owner downstairs before I can do anything....” her voice trailed as he lifted a hand to her breast, finding the nipple and rubbing it through her dress. Slowly she released the door-nob, eyes flickering shut.
The man's mouth was still near her ear when he spoke “I will, in due time. I want to make sure you do not take any other business.” he took her earlobe once more before running a row of kisses down her neck and to her collarbone, sucking softly before reaching forward and holding both breasts together and kissing them each softly.
Tara let out a soft moan. She was surprised to find that is was genuine. Quite often she had to force moans out to please the men who bought her service, but this man knew what he was doing. He had turned her into a moaning, panting, horny mess in a matter of minutes. Oh yes, she was going to have fun tonight!!
Antonious lifted Tara into his arms, carrying her over to the bed and laying her upon it, her head resting softly upon the pillow. “I shall return shortly.” he leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead. With a wink, he added “be ready for me.” With that, he turned and left the room, closing the door quietly.
Tara sat there in awe for a moment before reaching around and pulling on the chord that held her dress upon herself. Slowly the garment fell down her shoulders and chest, laying about her waist as she sat upon the bed. As she lifted herself up to stand, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Bright eyes stared back at her flawless, ivory skin. Large breasts hung from her chest, tipped with nipples – which were currently hard. As she looked down her body, she took in the flat stomach, slightly muscled from lots of exercise. Below lay a patch of hair, as red as the locks on her head, covering the part of her that the men longed for.
Tara looked away, stepping out of her dress and laying upon the bed once more. She lifted one hand to her breast, pinching the nipple there. The other hand fell between her legs, which she spread slowly, her fingers spreading the lips of her vagina, rubbing along her clit. Tara bit her lower lip, her back arching and her hips bucking at the extreme pleasure. She moaned softly, feeling herself dampen once again, her mind running over the recent occurrences between herself and Beth, as well as herself and Antonious.
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Antonious walked through the building, hoping that the boner in his breeches was not that noticeable. He moved to the bar and motioned for the tender to come over.
“What can I get ya?” the tender asked, looking the man up and down. “Over already? Need a cigar?”
Antonious shook his head and pulled out his money. “I want two glasses, a bottle of wine, and to purchase Ms. Tara's services for the night.”
The tender eyed Antonious for a moment before shrugging, pulling out a pad and adding up the price that he would have to pay. “13 dollars and 53 cents” he finally proclaimed, having checked his math several times.
Antonious nodded, handing the man $14.00, instructing him to keep the change. As he collected the goods, he turned to head back towards the stairs, only to be staring down a rather large, ugly, and smelly man.
“You screwin' my girl?!” the man demanded, pointing a finger at Antonious' chest.
Antonious took a step back and shook his head “Look man, Ms. Tara is a wench, free for anyone to buy. I'm merely taking my business with her. Screw some other girl tonight!” With that he pushed past and dashed upstairs, ready to start in with the night of passion and romance he had dreamed of for some time.
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As the door opened to Tara's room, she was laying upon her back, one hand between her leg, the other clamped upon her nipple. Her moans filled the room like music and it was easy to tell by the damp spot upon the sheets that she had been at it for some time. As Antonious entered the room, the smell of her juices filled his nostrils, turning him more. Quickly Antonious closed the door and moved through the room, sitting upon the bed. He captured her lips in his, his hand replacing hers between her legs. His fingers quickly found her clit and rubbed it, slightly roughly.
Again her moans filled the room, making him want her all the more. Antonious quickly removed his cloths, his large member standing out towards her. The head was damp with precum already, as his hand moved to rub the cock up and down. Tara smiled and moved to lay on her stomach, tongue flicking at the head of his member, tasting the precum before sliding her lips around the long, thick member, slowly beginning to suck upon it.
“How can I help you sir?” she asked, fixing her brilliant blue eyes upon him. She lifted her hands to her long red hair, letting the green ribbon that held it up fall into her hand. A cascade of deep red curls fell about her. The light from the outside lit up her hair, giving him the impression that her head was on fire.
Slowly he moved towards her, a slight blush evident upon his tanned cheeks. “I apologize for not waiting downstairs, but I wanted to make sure that I got to you first - before any of the buffoons in the bar.”
Tara nodded, her hand still upon the brass nob behind her, just as a safety precaution. She watched him take step after step towards her, feeling small in his shadow.
“You see, I've been to this bar several times, and every time I see you, I want you desperately. But, until now, I've yet had the money and/or courage to speak up.” He stopped, the bulge in his pants increasing to an uncomfortable level. Reaching down, he tried to adjust his breeches about it, without showing how hard for her he was.
“Alright. So, you wish to purchase my services?” she asked, noting that most men waited until the evening to ask for her, but it was still before noon.
The man blushed, moving his hand towards her “Yes” he said softly, gently taking her hand into his and kissing the back of it. “My name is Antonious DeVinci,” he paused and looked directly into her eyes “And I wish to have you in my bed all day and night.” he said softly, lifting his lips to her ear, grabbing hold softly, teeth barely grazing the lobe.
Tara's breath caught in her chest, making her cough slightly. She knew she would be tired tomorrow. However, for the time being, she let herself relax against the door. She looked at the man through half closed eyes, biting her lower lip for a moment before speaking, her voice low and sultry – almost a purr. “You'll have to pay the owner downstairs before I can do anything....” her voice trailed as he lifted a hand to her breast, finding the nipple and rubbing it through her dress. Slowly she released the door-nob, eyes flickering shut.
The man's mouth was still near her ear when he spoke “I will, in due time. I want to make sure you do not take any other business.” he took her earlobe once more before running a row of kisses down her neck and to her collarbone, sucking softly before reaching forward and holding both breasts together and kissing them each softly.
Tara let out a soft moan. She was surprised to find that is was genuine. Quite often she had to force moans out to please the men who bought her service, but this man knew what he was doing. He had turned her into a moaning, panting, horny mess in a matter of minutes. Oh yes, she was going to have fun tonight!!
Antonious lifted Tara into his arms, carrying her over to the bed and laying her upon it, her head resting softly upon the pillow. “I shall return shortly.” he leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead. With a wink, he added “be ready for me.” With that, he turned and left the room, closing the door quietly.
Tara sat there in awe for a moment before reaching around and pulling on the chord that held her dress upon herself. Slowly the garment fell down her shoulders and chest, laying about her waist as she sat upon the bed. As she lifted herself up to stand, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Bright eyes stared back at her flawless, ivory skin. Large breasts hung from her chest, tipped with nipples – which were currently hard. As she looked down her body, she took in the flat stomach, slightly muscled from lots of exercise. Below lay a patch of hair, as red as the locks on her head, covering the part of her that the men longed for.
Tara looked away, stepping out of her dress and laying upon the bed once more. She lifted one hand to her breast, pinching the nipple there. The other hand fell between her legs, which she spread slowly, her fingers spreading the lips of her vagina, rubbing along her clit. Tara bit her lower lip, her back arching and her hips bucking at the extreme pleasure. She moaned softly, feeling herself dampen once again, her mind running over the recent occurrences between herself and Beth, as well as herself and Antonious.
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Antonious walked through the building, hoping that the boner in his breeches was not that noticeable. He moved to the bar and motioned for the tender to come over.
“What can I get ya?” the tender asked, looking the man up and down. “Over already? Need a cigar?”
Antonious shook his head and pulled out his money. “I want two glasses, a bottle of wine, and to purchase Ms. Tara's services for the night.”
The tender eyed Antonious for a moment before shrugging, pulling out a pad and adding up the price that he would have to pay. “13 dollars and 53 cents” he finally proclaimed, having checked his math several times.
Antonious nodded, handing the man $14.00, instructing him to keep the change. As he collected the goods, he turned to head back towards the stairs, only to be staring down a rather large, ugly, and smelly man.
“You screwin' my girl?!” the man demanded, pointing a finger at Antonious' chest.
Antonious took a step back and shook his head “Look man, Ms. Tara is a wench, free for anyone to buy. I'm merely taking my business with her. Screw some other girl tonight!” With that he pushed past and dashed upstairs, ready to start in with the night of passion and romance he had dreamed of for some time.
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As the door opened to Tara's room, she was laying upon her back, one hand between her leg, the other clamped upon her nipple. Her moans filled the room like music and it was easy to tell by the damp spot upon the sheets that she had been at it for some time. As Antonious entered the room, the smell of her juices filled his nostrils, turning him more. Quickly Antonious closed the door and moved through the room, sitting upon the bed. He captured her lips in his, his hand replacing hers between her legs. His fingers quickly found her clit and rubbed it, slightly roughly.
Again her moans filled the room, making him want her all the more. Antonious quickly removed his cloths, his large member standing out towards her. The head was damp with precum already, as his hand moved to rub the cock up and down. Tara smiled and moved to lay on her stomach, tongue flicking at the head of his member, tasting the precum before sliding her lips around the long, thick member, slowly beginning to suck upon it.