Vintage Keliana (with story)

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Suetsugu barks at the guards, and all but one leaves the room. The one who remains steps over to Keliana and pulls off her hood. For the first time, in the light, our eyes meet. I am mesmerized, and I look for the words to say to her. Before I can utter a sound, she shakes her head. I understand. I shouldn?t say anything.

The guard unties Keliana and drags her to the middle of the room and grabs her arms, putting a set of handcuffs around her wrists in back of her. He leaves her on the floor and goes to a darkened corner of the room, returning in a moment with a heavy chain, which he drops next to Keliana. Then he takes a heavy metal collar from a small bag under the table and puts it around Keliana?s neck, attaching one end of the chain to the collar and dragging her to my feet. I am still tied to the post. She looks up at me and smiles, but I can see fear behind the smile.

As Keliana kneels in front of me, the guard takes the length of chain and brings it to the pole where Keliana had been tied. Measuring carefully, he wraps the chain round and locks it so that Keliana can move no further than where she already is, about a foot away from me. He looks to Suetsugu, who nods.

?You have been searching for her,? he says to me. ?If you want her, you will help us.?

He barks again in Japanese to the guard, who leaves the room. One of the other guards enters, with a small, black bag like a doctor might carry. He puts it down and takes a large knife off of his belt. I am still dressed like a girl, from the rape that I just experienced. He takes the knife and cuts the powder blue panties, coming dangerously close to my cock. They fall to the ground.

Suetsugu grunts something, and the guard checks my hands. They are tied firmly behind the pole. He then reaches into the bag and pulls out a device that I don?t recognize. Moving behind me, I feel him suddenly stick some of his fingers right into my ass. There?s still stickiness from the cum that was dumped into me a short
while ago, and I feel some liquid drip down my leg. Suddenly, I feel something other than fingers deep in my ass.

Suetsugu mutters something in Japanese, and the guard mutters something back. Then I feel whatever he put in my ass begin to vibrate. It is a butt plug, and it feels like it must be the strongest ever. Within a few moments, I feel it arousing me. The guard pushes against it and it goes in deeper. I feel wave after wave of anal orgasm, and my cock instantly springs to attention and begins to drip right onto the floor.

?This is their idea of torture,? I think to myself, suddenly forgetting where I am and giving myself over completely to the pleasure coursing through my entire being.

The pleasure continues for another minute, and then I realize that it is torture. The vibrating butt plug is driving me crazy, and my cock has never been harder. My balls, too, have an intense feeling, as if the will literally burst through the skin. I can feel cum moving slowly into the shaft of my cock, but beyond the continued dripping of precum I get no relief. I cannot take it much longer.

Suetsugu speaks. ?Perhaps you would like your darling Keliana to relieve the pressure??

I find it hard to believe that this is okay with my captor, but I thrust my body forward as much as possible, and put my dick within a couple of inches of Keliana?s mouth. As I do, the guard pulls out a syringe from the black bag and thrusts the needle into Keliana?s backside. Instantly, her eyes become wild with lust, and she begins to strain like a captured animal to get to my cock. The way she is chained, though, makes it impossible. As she rises off her knees to get closer, the chain pulls at her neck and snaps her back. And each time she gets close to my cock with her beautiful mouth, my cock seems to spasm as if I am going to cum, but only precum drips out. Meanwhile, the plug in my ass vibrates with even greater ferocity.

This continues for a few minutes, but it seems like hours. This is torture. I have a massive load to give my beloved Keliana, who clearly wants my cum. But we cannot reach each other. Suetsugu howls with laughter.

And then I black out.

* * *

When I come to, I am in another room, thrown on the floor, and still partially dressed like a girl. Keliana is nowhere to be seen. The plug in my ass remains, and continues to vibrate, but not with the same intensity. My cock is covered with precum, but my hands are tied behind my back. I need relief.

I suddenly realize that Suetsugu is there, too. He sits on a chair across the room from me.

?We have questions that must be answered,? he snarls at me. ?You will answer them, or Keliana will answer them. But they will be answered.?

I look at him and wonder what is next for me. Then the door opens, and one of the guards comes in and hands him something. The guard then comes over to me and unties my hands.

?Here,? says Suetsugu, throwing a magazine to the floor next to me. ?Take care of yourself. We will be back for you soon.?

They both leave, locking the door. I pick up ?Lui? and see Keliana?s exquisite ass. I nearly tear the magazine apart finding her spread, and I stroke my cock as quickly as possible. It takes only a few seconds, and I spew my hot cum all over her pictures. As I feel the combination of pleasure and physical relief, I begin to worry. What has happened to my darling?

? to be continued

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The answer to my question of what has become of Keliana is answered soon enough. Less than an hour goes by before one of the guards flings open the door and throws a pair of pants and a t-shirt in at me. Gesturing that I should change my clothes, I take off the tattered girl clothes from my rape and put on what he gave me. He watches until I?m done, and shuts the door.

A few minutes later, Suetsugu appears. ?Have you decided to talk?? he asks me.

I stare at him, blankly.

?What is the secret?!? he says, his voice rising in volume.

I continue to stare. He picks up the ?Lui? magazine at one corner, careful not to get my cum on his hand. Grabbing me by the hair, he puts my face right up against a picture of Keliana. ?How does she make you cum so much?!? He is practically screaming in a fit of rage.

I whimper an answer. ?Look at her.?

?Yes,? he says, mockingly. ?She is sexy. She is beautiful. But what is it that we have not been able to replicate with other models??

I shrug my shoulders. I know the answer, but it cannot be put into words.

He leaves, slamming the door behind him. Hours go by, during which I do not hear a sound. I am getting hungry.

* *

When the door finally opens, Suetsugu is accompanied by a Paris policewoman. I know that his syndicate is in cahoots with the local magazine distribution cartel that uses the policewomen as their ?muscle,? so I am not surprised to see this one. Her cap is pulled low over her face. Suetsugu points to me and she comes over and grabs my arm, dragging me into the hallway. As the three of us walk to another room, I feel her grip on my arm loosen a big, and she gently rubs her thumb against my bare skin. I look at her out of the corner of my eye, and I notice that she is smiling.

We enter a small room with a table and two chairs. Suetsugu sits in one and motions to the policewoman to put me in the other. She pushes me down in the seat and handcuffs me to the armrests. Then she goes around and stands behind the seated Suetsugu.

?I am growing close to the limit of my patience,? Suetsugu says to me. ?I want the details of ?tienne?s method. When he shoots Keliana, what does he say? What lenses does he use? How does he determine the scenes??

I look at him and notice the policewoman behind him is shaking her head from side to side and has one finger over her lips.

?Well?? Suetsugu yells, pounding his fist on the table.

The policewoman, as if on cue, grabs him by the hair and pounds his head down onto the table. He goes unconscious. She takes off her cap and smiles at me. It is the driver who brought me to this place. She speaks very little English, but she tells me everything will be okay. She uncuffs me and cuffs Suetsugu to his chair, and gags his mouth with a cloth from her pocket. We run out of the room and down the hall.

?Keliana?? I ask, wondering whether she, too, has been rescued.

?She is gone,? says the policewoman. ?We will find here.?

We escape to her waiting car and drive to ?tienne?s.

* * *

The house is abuzz. D?sir?e greets me with a hug and a deep kiss when I come in. ?I have been so worried,? she says, whispering in my ear. ?And I missed your touch while I was in London.?

Her mention of London immediately makes me think of Keliana, and I break away from her and rush to ?tienne. ?What is the news of Keliana?? I ask.

?Zeva has organized another search,? he tells me. ?She knows this city better than anyone, and if Keliana is here, Zeva will find her.?

D?sir?e comes over and grabs my hand. ?Come with me and relax,? she says, smiling. ?Let the others search.?

* *

Several hours later, I wake up in D?sir?e?s bed. I must have fallen asleep immediately, because I remember nothing. D?sir?e sits in a chair by the window.

?Do you feel better now?? she asks me.

I nod yes, and she smiles. Then she opens the door and steps into the hall, returning with the driver who brought me back to the house.

?This is V?ronique. Is it okay with you if she plays with us??

Before I can answer, V?ronique unbuttons her uniform blouse and pulls down her policewoman skirt. Her tits are firm and ripe, straining through a sheer white bra. Her nipples are pointing so far out that it looks as if the material will rip. Her sheer panties sheath a massive bulge, which she rubs with one hand as she sticks one finger of the other between her pouty lips. With a flick of her head, she flings her cap off and shakes out her long, black hair. She is drop-dead sexy.

D?sir?e drops to her knees in front of V?ronique and takes out the policewoman?s cock, swallowing its full 9 inches down her throat in one gulp. V?ronique moans lustily and pulls one of D?sir?e?s hands up to her breast. D?sir?e pulls the bra to the side and takes the nipple between her fingers, making it point out even more. With the other hand, D?sir?e gestures to me. I join them, sucking hungrily on V?ronique?s other tit as V?ronique rubs my cock through my pants.

V?ronique says, in her minimal English, ?The bed.?

We make our way to D?sir?e?s bed, and the three of us get completely naked. D?sir?e looks as beautiful as ever, with her red hair cascading over her smooth shoulders, her pouty tits ripe and ready, and her sweet cock fully erect. V?ronique looks like the epitome of a fucking machine. She is completely feminine but still exudes a look of strength. She says something to D?sir?e, who nods and lies down on her back, with her cock sticking straight up. D?sir?e tells me to suck her, and I position myself on all fours and take her cock in my mouth. As I get into a rhythm of sucking her, I suddenly feel V?ronique?s cock in my ass, all the way and in one thrust. I let out a scream of pleasure. I?ve been in this situation before.

V?ronique fucks me steadily but not wildly, pushing her cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. Meanwhile, D?sir?e holds onto the base of her cock and jerks herself into my mouth. I love the feeling as my lips go up and down her shaft, hitting her fingers clenched around herself. I can tell from her moaning that the combination of my mouth and her hand are giving her tremendous pleasure.

This continues for a few minutes, and then V?ronique gives D?sir?e another command. Without saying a word, D?sir?e maneuvers the three of us into a completely new configuration. She lies with her head at the foot of the bed, and curls her behind up to meet my cock, coaxing me into her asspussy. V?ronique begins to fuck me again in my ass, while D?sir?e?s cock finds its way into V?ronique?s mouth.

This is unbelievable! We fuck each other?s various holes in a sensual rhythm that allows each of us to feel exactly where the others are along the spectrum of getting to orgasm. At least, I feel that way. I assume the others do, too. And just as I begin to think that there are still some holes to be filled in our threesome, in walk two other policewomen, uniforms unbuttoned and unzipped and fully erect. A blonde comes to one side of the bed and teases her cock into D?sir?e?s mouth. A brunette comes to the other side of the bed and puts her cock in my mouth.

A few more minutes go by. The ecstasy is building. Suddenly, I hear ?tienne?s voice shout, ?Cum!? On command, all four of the girls begin to spew. I feel V?ronique?s massive hardon in my ass pumping hot splooge deep into me. The brunette?s cum goes down my throat at the same time. D?sir?e smiles as her mouth fills with hot jizz from the blonde. I can feel D?sir?e spasming into V?ronique?s mouth; after all, my cock is nearly touching her from the inside.

D?sir?e releases her mouth from the blonde and speaks, hot cum dripping from her tongue. ?And you?? she says, smiling at me.

With that, I cum in buckets deep into D?sir?e?s delicious asspussy. And we all collapse in a heap.

?tienne steps out from behind a false wall. He has been taking pictures all along, through peepholes.

?You get better and better, my young friend,? he says to me. ?You deserve a reward.?

?Keliana?? I ask, and then I realize that all of this has taken place while she is missing.

?Yes, Zeva is on her trail.? ?tienne smiles. ?For now, your reward must be this.?

He hands me a new magazine. ?Teenager No. 5? shows Keliana displaying her magnificent derri?re to a man sitting on a park bench.

?Remember the importance of the park in your quest for Keliana,? says ?tienne. "I did not take these photos. Perhaps you will see what is different in my work. But you must never tell Suetsugu what you see." Then he smiles, motions to the girls, and everyone leaves but D?sir?e. She climbs up on the bed to snuggle with me. I put the magazine aside for later, and we fall asleep, twisted together in post-coital satisfaction.

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[randolph]

Yes she is sooo hot and your series is also great stuff. Keep it HARD!

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D?sir?e and I wake up with a start. There is a lot of noise outside in the hallway and outside in the courtyard. She jumps out of bed and puts on a sheer, lilac-colored robe. I can see every inch of her beauty through the material, and her body seems to be beckoning me. ?Come here and let me suck that beautiful cock, baby,? I say, reaching out to grab her. But she shrugs me off.

?Perhaps there is news of Keliana,? she says, and scurries out.

I get up and quickly throw on some pants and a shirt. Walking barefoot down the hall and out into the courtyard, I come upon a hubbub of activity. Zeva and some of her policewomen are huddled together, and they seem to be arguing with another group that includes ?tienne and D?sir?e and several of the girls I?ve seen and been with in the past few days. D?sir?e, seeing me, beckons me to her group.

?What?s going on?? I ask.

She explains that one of Zeva?s operatives rescued Keliana overnight, in Marseilles, where some of Suetsugu?s men were about to take her away on a boat. Suetsugu, it seems, is being held here at ?tienne?s, and the argument is over what to do with him. It is a ferocious argument, all in French.

D?sir?e gives me the highlights. Zeva wants to cut out Suetsugu?s tongue and chop off his dick and send it to the head of the magazine syndicate in Paris with which he?s in cahoots. Some of the other policewomen want to kill him and dump him in the Seine. ?tienne?s assistant suggests that he should be held for ransom, which should be the syndicate?s complete business and all of Suetsugu?s business back in Japan.

Just as the yelling and arguing becomes so loud that it seems the building will collapse, ?tienne puts up his hand to silence the throng. Then he speaks, and D?sir?e translates for me.

?This,? he says, ?must ultimately be Keliana?s decision.?

?But it is your work he has gone after,? argues Zeva.

?My work,? says ?tienne, ?is nothing without Keliana.?

That seems to settle it. The din subsides, and Zeva announces that she will take Suetsugu to another secure location to await the verdict. ?tienne reminds her not to harm him.?

?Can we fuck him until he bleeds from all his holes?? she asks, mockingly, in English, and winks at me.

?tienne nods his head and speaks quietly. ?Who am I to deny girls their fun??

* * *

It turns out that it is now up to me obtain Keliana?s verdict. This is decided at a small meeting of Zeva, D?sir?e, ?tienne, and a few others, at which I learn that Keliana is flying from Marseilles back to London to avoid any problems here in Paris.

?I suppose it is time,? says ?tienne, turning to me. ?Your destiny awaits in London. You will be our messenger.?

Arrangements are made for me to take a flight in the evening. This gives me several hours of time just to wait. D?sir?e asks me to spend it with her.

?We may never see each other again,? she says. ?I know you are for Keliana. Please let me show you how I feel.?

?tienne comes over and assures me there will be no cameras, and I agree to meet D?sir?e in 10 minutes in my room.

At the appointed time, there is a knock at the door. ?Come in,? I say, but no one enters. So I go to the door and open it. D?sir?e stands there in a long, sheer white robe. Underneath I can see black lingerie. Her bulge is instantly noticeable.

?Are you glad to see me?? she asks, and kisses me on the cheek. When I don?t answer immediately, she seems to pout. That only makes her more desirable. I nod my head yes. She pushes past me into my room and turns around, letting her sheer robe drop to the floor. I grab her and hold her, and our lips lock in a deep, passionate kiss. D?sir?e begins to grind herself against me, and I can feel her hard cock through the lingerie. My own cock feels as if it will bust out of my pants.

She moves back and slowly runs her hand down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt and then running her hand across the bare skin of my stomach. As she goes lower, she rests her hand gently on my cock, straining for release from my clothes. ?This is for me?? she asks.

?Yes,? I say.

?For me only?? she asks.

When I don?t answer, she revises her question.

?For me only, right now??

I nod affirmatively. She tells me to go into the bathroom and take a shower, quickly, and come back to her. Burning with desire, I turn and go do as I am told.

When I return, with only a towel wrapped around my torso, the room is dark except for the soft glow of some candles D?sir?e has lit. Somehow, although it is afternoon, she has managed to create the illusion of nighttime. And there she is, in her sexy lingerie, sitting on the bed. Her red hair glistens in the candlelight.

?I want you to make love to me,? she purrs. ?I want to feel just like a woman with you.?

?You are all woman,? I say, as I take her in my arms gently lay her down. ?I want you.?

With that, she smiles, turns over, and spreads her legs. I bury myself in the crack of her behind, and my tongue finds its way into her asspussy. It is soft and sweet, and she begins to grind slowly back against my tongue, which makes it go deeper into her hole. I reach a nipple with one hand and use the other to stroker her growing cock-clitty, which begins to ooze at my touch. I cannot help myself, and taste the first drops of her girl juice.

?Mon dieu,? she whispers, softly, as her cock oozes more and more. ?I want you inside of me, my darling.?

I climb slowly up the length of her body and kiss her gently. ?I want to be inside of you, my darling,? I say, and with that I turn her over so she is facing me. She spreads her legs again and slide my hard cock right into her hole. She gasps and moans as she locks her legs around me and pulls me deep inside of her asspussy.

A very long time goes by. It seems to me that we have been fucking -- no, making love -- for a good hour, during which time D?sir?e cums three times: twice in her asspussy and once right from her girl cock, shooting all over my chest with my cock thrusting into her. The entire rest of the time, we are either kissing or looking deep into each other?s eyes. I realize that were it not for Keliana, I would be with D?sir?e forever. And then I feel selfish for thinking that while my cock is in D?sir?e, and I try to perish the thought.

As if sensing that I have drifted elsewhere, D?sir?e suddenly tightens her muscles and seems to pull my cock deeper into her than ever before. I feel as if I must be splitting her insides, but she only moans with pleasure and kisses me passionately, and sloppily. I can barely move my cock in and out of her, instead relying on the contracting of her asspussy to do the fucking.

?Will you fill me completely, darling?? D?sir?e asks. ?I want every drop of you inside of me.?

With that, she contracts her muscles once more and then seems to push me partially out of her. Taking a deep breath, she pulls me in again. She repeats this process quickly, a few times over a half a minute or so. And then I begin to cum, seemingly without warning. I don?t even cum in waves, but in one steady stream that seems to go on for a full minute. There is so much cum spewing from my cock that I can feel it not so much oozing out around the sides of me, embedded in D?sir?e, as actually spraying out the sides. She is moaning and grunting like an animal. ?More, more, more!? she cries, and I continue to fill her.

At the moment my cock stops spurting, D?sir?e quickly pushes me out of her, flips around, and plants her mouth on my rock hardness. As she sucks and I begin to cum again, she puts her hole right over my mouth and shoots a huge stream of my own jizz right down my throat. I cum in her mouth the same way I came in her asspussy.

When it is all over, she kisses me and we drink the cum from our mouths. It covers our tongues and our lips. It drips out onto my neck and her lovely tits.

And then we fall asleep.

* *

A while later, we awake. ?tienne and Zeva are standing over the bed.

?It is time to get ready for your flight,? says ?tienne. ?Zeva will accompany you to the airport.?

* *

At the airport, Zeva hands me a small package.

?Open it,? she says.

I look inside and there is a new issue of ?CUMM International.? Keliana is on the cover, but Zeva assures me that I will also find D?sir?e inside.

?She wants you to fuck her up against the wall, also,? says Zeva, a reference to the text on the cover. ?You are lucky. Two girls like that ?? Her voice trails off as my flight is called. I hug her goodbye and head down the jetway to the plane.

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?tienne has arranged a First Class ticket, which seems a waste given that the flight from Paris to London is only about an hour. Nevertheless, I take my seat in the First Class section, next to the window. After everyone boards the plane and the door is closed, it appears that I have an empty seat beside me.

There is a delay before we head out to the runway, but that doesn?t deter the stewardess assigned to First Class to serve me and the two other passengers who sit on the other side of the aisle and one row ahead of mine. She offers me a drink. I hesitate as I decide what to order, and she says, in her cute English accent, ?Allow me.? Then she walks away.

A moment later, she returns with a small bottle of Scotch and a glass. She opens the bottle, pours a bit into the glass, and takes a sip herself. Then she leans over from the aisle and places the bottle and glass on my table. I am immediately drawn to the exquisite view of her tits, which are visible almost to the nipples in her low-cut uniform, and I am quite aware that she smells like a wonderful mix of lilacs and musk. I find myself aroused, and I?m surprised since she?s not really my ?type.? As my mind begins to wander into fantasyland, she gently turns my head towards her with one hand and says, ?You?ll like this scotch. Here, taste.? And she kisses me, thrusting her tongue right into my mouth.

I squirm in my seat, surprised and wondering what the other passengers must think. She giggles quietly, presses her tits against my shoulder, stands up, and walks to the back of the plane. My cock is so hard that I can barely fit under the drop-down table.

A few minutes later, she is back. She leans back down to me and whispers in my ear. ??tienne takes this flight often. He called me and told me to look after you.? Then she reaches under the table, nearly spilling the Scotch, and runs her hand along the length of my rigid dick. I shudder a bit, in pleasure. She smiles and walks away again.

The pilot announces that we will be taking off shortly, and asks the stewardesses to complete their pre-flight business. My stewardess does her safety demonstration and then checks on the couple behind me. When she comes to my row again, she has some magazines, and asks me if there?s anything in particular I?d like. I see the typical newsmagazines and some French fashion magazines, and shake my head. She reaches into the pile and pulls one out anyway, and lays it on the seat next to me. ?I think you?ll want this one,? she says, in a knowing tone. ?You know, our magazines are yours to take.?

The magazine is ?Frolic,? on the cover of which stands Keliana, in a red one-piece bathing suit. She watches my face as I pick up the magazine, giggles again, and goes to the front of the plane to strap herself in on the jumpseat.

The moment we are airborne, the stewardess gets up and checks on the people in the row behind me. Then, when we reach our cruising altitude, she comes to my row again and leans in. Grabbing my hand, she says, ?Quick. Come with me.?

I follow her as she pulls me into the lavatory. A First Class lavatory is larger than the ones I had seen when flying coach, and we both fit a little better than I would have thought. Still, though, we are pressed against each other. My cock is still rock-hard from her earlier touch, her smell, and just the thought of what those exquisite tits must look like naked. She giggles and grabs my dick, squeezing hard through my pants. Then she sits up on the sink and says, ?Do you want to see my pussy??

I?m not really a pussy-lover, as I?ve come to learn, but I?m tremendously aroused and very attracted to her. I nod my head in the affirmative. She pulls up her uniform skirt and quickly pulls her panties aside. I can see that she has a cock, well tucked. Inside my pants, I feel cum begin to drip from my swollen cock.

??tienne is no fool,? she says. ?Quickly. This is a short flight. I would like you to taste my pussy.?

I touch her cock and it spring to attention, immediately. Taking it in my mouth, I suck it deep into my mouth. Within only a minute or two, I can feel the deep quivering that I?ve come to expect in a cock that is ready to erupt. I stock sucking and look up.

?I have learned to be fast on this flight,? she says, giggling again. Please don?t stop.?

I take her back in my mouth and stroke her delicious cock with my hand while I suckle the tip and use my tongue on the hole. She moans, grunts, and shoots a load of sweet cum into my mouth. Then she reaches down, takes her cock in her own hand, and rubs the last of her cum around my lips. Standing up, she grabs me and kisses me, lapping up her own cum. I can feel her smile in our kiss.

?Do you want to become a full member of the Mile High Club?? she asks. ?Quickly!?

With that, she undoes my zipper, pulls my pants down, and pushes me down on the closed toilet. As I sit, she straddles me and plants her ass right on my cock. I am in as far as possible. She puts her hands on the walls and uses the leverage to lift herself up and down on my cock. We are facing each other.

?I want your tits,? I say, the first words I have spoken to her. She takes her hands off the wall and carefully unbuttons her blouse and pulls her tits out from her bra.

?Suck them while you fuck me,? she commands.

I work my way back and forth between her incredible nipples while she goes back to riding my cock like a cowgirl. ?You need to cum soon,? she says. ?Fill me up, baby.?

I look into her eyes and she smiles and kisses me. That?s all it takes. I begin to spasm and my cock shoots three big bursts of hot jizz deep into her. She sticks her tongue in my ear as I feel the orgasm subside and then feel my cum dripping down onto my legs from her ass.

Suddenly, she jumps right off of me and bends over, rubbing her tits on my cock and using them to clean up the cum on my legs. She makes sure that her nipples are wet with my hot cum, and then she quickly fixes her uniform, kisses me on the cheek, and leaves the lavatory.

I take a moment to collect myself and clean up. When I return to my seat, she is all business, although she winks at me several times. The captain eventually announces that we will be starting our descent into Heathrow, and she comes over to make sure my seatbelt is tight around my waste. As she squeezes my cock again through my pants, I can see her tits and smell sex on her. I nearly shoot another load.

* * *

Upon landing, the stewardess comes over and reminds me to take my newest Keliana magazine. As we taxi to the gate, I ask her if she knows what I do next.

?Disembark the airplane, silly,? she says, giggling and squeezing my shoulder.

?No, I mean where I go. Is someone meeting me??

?I don?t know, hun,? she says. ??tienne only asked me to make sure you enjoyed your flight. You did, didn?t you??

?Oh, yeah.?

We reach the gate and, as I leave the plane, she gives me a peck on the cheek. The other couple in First Class see that and look quite bewildered. As I step into the jetway, I hear her say, ?He?s my cousin.?

I walk towards the terminal, wondering what awaits me in the airport and in London. The only thing I know for sure is that I must finally be with Keliana. I clutch the magazine, anxious to look through it and put it where it rightfully belongs, in my growing collection.

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My question is answered soon enough. Once I pass through customs, collect my bag, and head into the crowd, it becomes clear there is no one to meet me. I stand, looked around, try to make myself seen, and not a soul comes up to me.

Not sure what my next step should be, I wander around the terminal for about 15 minutes. Then I have to go to the Men?s Room. I step in, find a stall, and sit. As I do, I decide to take a quick look at my Keliana magazine. As I flip through the pages, looking for the photo spread with the girl of my dreams, I come across a small envelope. Inside is a note from ?tienne.

?Go to the currency exchange window closest to where you came into the terminal. Give your name. All is arranged. Then take a taxi to Hyde Park, Speakers? Corner.? That?s all it says. I hurriedly finish my business and leave the lavatory. There will be time for the magazine later, I hope.

At the currency exchange window, I am given ?500 just for telling the man in the booth my name. No questions asked. I head out of the terminal to the taxi stand and get in the line. After waiting a few moments, a policewoman comes up to me, grabs my arm, and begins to move me towards a taxi that is waiting across the street, separate from the other cabs. Pointing, she says, ?That one is for you.?

Another policewoman? In London? ?tienne?s reach is international, I think to myself. She reads my mind. ?It is Keliana,? says the policewoman. ?Here in England, she is a national treasure.?

I get in the taxi and the driver turns and says, ?Speaker?s Corner.? We drive.

* *

London traffic is horrendous. Even though it?s after dinner time, at least traditional U.S. dinner time, the city is full of cars. It?s still light out, late this summer evening. Finally, we arrive at our appointed destination.

When I ask the taxi driver what the traditional tip is, he tells me there is no charge for the ride. Pointing out the window, he says, ?Go there.? I get out and he drives off quickly.

I head into the park. I recall reading about Speakers? Corner when I was in school, and aside from my quest for Keliana I?m curious about how it works. There are three small crowds listening to speakers. One man is standing on a soapbox -- literally, a soapbox -- and exhorting about 15 people to embrace the use of Esperanto as a solution to all the world?s problems. He doesn?t seem to be swaying any opinions. Another man is standing on a folding chair, and he is railing against the closing of a coal mine somewhere else in the country. He has two listeners, one of whom appears to be sleeping while standing.

I go over to the third speaker, who is the one pointed out by the taxi driver. A woman stands on a stepladder, and there are about two dozen in her audience. She is talking about the need for tolerance of transgendered people. I stand in the back of the small crowd, but she immediately locks eyes with me. As she continues to speak, she seems to be talking directly to me. I feel as if I know her.

Soon, she thanks the crowd for listening and everyone slowly disperses. I am left there alone, and she comes down from the ladder. Coming over to me, she gives me a peck on the cheek and takes my hand. ?Walk with me,? she says.

?What about your ladder,? I ask. She tells me not to worry.

As we walk toward the Marble Arch, I ask her if she is taking me to Keliana.

?No,? she says. ?She?s not here in Westminster. But in any case, there is a gentleman who you will see first.?

We cross Edgeware Road and head to the entrance of the tube station. She gives me instructions for my travels to King?s Cross, kisses my cheek again, and bids me farewell.

* *

When I step off the Underground at King?s Cross and head up to the street, I hear a voice call my name. It sounds familiar. I look around and find myself face to face with the gentleman from the adult bookstore back home, who rescued me in France.

?So, you have finally made it to London,? he says, with a smile.

I am anxious. ?Are you taking me to Keliana?? I ask.

?Not directly, young man. Remember, as I told you some time ago, there will be some effort required on your part.?

?What do you call everything I?ve been through so far,? I ask, a bit exasperated.

?Prelude, my fine friend,? he says, winking. ?Prelude.?

We walk to his flat, only a few blocks from the tube station. As we enter, he tells me that he will make something to eat and to make myself comfortable. It has grown dark outside, and I am tired. I flop down on the sofa and wait.

?There?s something on the side table for you,? he shouts from the kitchen.

I look, and there is yet another Keliana magazine, ?Anal Sex.?

?I would certainly understand if you would like to ? how shall I say ? be alone with Keliana for a few moments before we eat,? he says, coming from the kitchen and smiling at me. Then he points down the hall.

And he is right. I would like to be ?alone? with Keliana. I take the new magazine and the one I received on the plane and head to the room. I enter, find the pictures of Keliana inside both magazines, and lay the two spreads out on the bed. The minute I see her, I am hard. It won?t be a long ?alone time.?

With my pants down and cock sticking straight out, I begin to stroke myself. Precum oozes from the head of my dick, and I use it to work my hand up and down the shaft. I long for Keliana. I long for her touch. I want to lick her behind and stick my tongue deep in her hole. I want to worship her beautiful cock, take it in my mouth and pleasure her until she gives me a drink of her delicious juice. I want to kiss her with my cock deep inside of her. I want to kiss her with her deep inside of me. I want to wake up with her next to me and start all over again.

All of these thoughts, along with the pictures, have the desired effect. Within a couple of minutes, I shoot a long rope of cum over the bedspread. As the last of my jizz drips from my cock, I take it in my hand and bring it to my mouth. I imagine sharing our cum, me and Keliana, in a long kiss.

There?s a knock at the door, and the old gentleman asks if everything is okay. I answer, and he can tell from my voice that I have just pleasured myself.

?I suppose, then, that what is ready to eat out here is rather more dessert than a meal,? he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. The English have such a way with words.

I pull up my pants and find my way to the dinner table. As I sit, I sheepishly announce that I made a bit of a mess on his bedspread.

?No bother,? he says. ?It would not be the first time.?

As I sigh a sigh of relief, he says, ?Now, let?s eat. You have a big day tomorrow.?

to be continued ...

[bigjoe]

great erotic stories once again thank you!