Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2000 20:48:56 -0800 (PST) From: Selena Anders Subject: margaret-24 As I looked around, it seemed much like a regular luxury hotel room. I suspected that the antique Spanish-colonial cabinet contained a mini-bar rather than a TV, and the king-sized bed looked utterly opulent. There was a room-service cart by the bed, with two covered dishes, two open bottles of wine, and two glasses. One glass was half full of red wine, the other of white. Zeta led me gently by the hand to stand beside the bed. With a gesture toward the glasses, she asked, "Red or white?" "White," I replied, and her hand reached out, but instead of handing me a glass, Zeta simply dipped her fingers in the wine, as her other hand flipped open the clasp of her robe to let it fall open. Delicately she applied the wine to her own visibly hardening nipple. To my surprise, it grew longer and longer, until it stuck out almost an inch from her firm b-cup breast. I accepted the implied offer, and bent to take Zeta's luscious pink nub between my lips. She gasped as I used my tongue to slide it back and forth from one side of my mouth to the other, sucking gently as it grew farther and farther into my mouth. Her fingers gripped my hair as her breath became ragged, but after a moment she pushed me away, whispering, "No, not yet. I want this to last." Carefully Zeta guided me to the middle of the bed, where I lay on my side facing her, with my head propped up on one hand. I watched as she carefully positioned the cart right up against the bed, near the pillows. She lifted the covers from the dishes. "I hope you like seafood." she murmured, for there was a ring of shrimp surrounding a small bowl of sauce, and four lobster tails, already broken open, baked and sliced almost through; surrounding a butter-warmer that looked just like Rachel's massage oil warmer. Zeta lit the candle under the melted butter, then slid onto the bed between me and the food. Lying on her back, with the robe parted to completely reveal her lovely body, Zeta reached up to pull my face down to hers for a long, soulful kiss. When she finally released me to catch my breath, she whispered, "I want to be your feast. What would you like first? More wine? Shrimp? Lobster?" "How about a shrimp?" I cooperated. Zeta reached for one of the plump pink curls and swirled it around in the spicy red sauce, and I waited for her to hand it to me, or possibly plop it right in my mouth. But instead, she simply laid it down on her navel, gasping slightly as the cold crustacean chilled her tummy. I smiled. This was going to be fun. I moved to bend over Zeta's tummy, where the sauce was slowly running off the shrimp and into her navel. My tongue slid inside the curve of the shrimp to penetrate her belly button, carefully licking all around to leave no trace of the sauce as I gripped the tasty morsel between my teeth. Trailing its dampness up her tummy, we tasted the shrimp mouth to mouth, until I pulled away and grinned down at her as I pulled the tiny tail from my mouth. Zeta began to reach for another shrimp, but I softly stopped her. I leaned over her and ripped off a chunk of lobster tail, dipped it in the melted butter, then dropped it with a gentle splop between her breasts. The butter spattered a bit, but that was just fine by me, as I began to lick up the droplets from the inside of her cleavage. Zeta pushed her breasts together, trapping my exploring tongue as it pushed the succulent lobster-flesh along her valley. Zeta purred with pleasure, but seemed disappointed that no butter had splashed as far as her nipples. So Zeta sat up and turned her back to me for just a second, and when she lay back down there were shrimps curled around her nipples. Their natural curve actually gripped those long hard nubs, announcing loudly and clearly just where she wanted to be nibbled next. I was delighted to oblige, my teeth sinking into the tender shrimp-flesh, and softly squeezing her nipples. Zeta moaned as I sucked up all the spicy sauce. She groaned as I popped each little pink curlicue off of her rock-hard nips. After taking a moment to savour the tender flesh that was not Zeta, I returned to nurse at her breast. Zeta went wild, crying out to me that she needed attention between her thighs, but I was having too much fun teasing at her nipples. She thrashed and kicked as I slipped a hand down her damp belly to play with her soft pubic patch. It was obvious that she wanted some intense oral attention there, but I just kept my fingers dancing lightly up and down the very edges of her slit. Zeta's desire was obvious, as she attempted to hump her pussy up into my hand. "Oh no, my dear." I whispered to her, "You don't get to cum yet! I've hardly begun my feast!" I reached for another morsel of lobster and swirled it around in the butter, then brought it to hover over her blonde curls, and let the warm butter drip slowly into her bush. Zeta moaned something that isn't a real word, but I got the idea she liked it since she continued to raise her open pussy up toward the dangling tidbit. Well, if she wanted it so much, who was I to deny her? So I quickly slipped the chunk of lobster meat into her begging vagina, then reached for another. Zeta's hip movements became wilder and wilder as I continued to drip melted butter on her slit, before slipping the bit of lobster into her eager hole. It wasn't long before I lost count of the bits of tail I stuffed in Zeta's cunt, and soon she was oozing so much of her own butter that I didn't have to use the contents of the warmer. Finally Zeta could take my teasing no more. She abruptly sat up and pushed me onto my back, then crawled up on top of me. "You deserve a nice snack!" she told me as she positioned herself kneeling over my upper arms and staring down into my eyes. I stared back up at Zeta as her lovely pink cunt lips slowly lowered onto my mouth. It was as if I were a UFO worshipper, and the Ultimate Spaceship were descending on me to carry me off to the farthest reaches of universal ecstasy. Gradually her wavy flesh parted and a cum-coated dollop of lobster popped out of her vagina and landed on my tongue. Instinctively I guided it into my mouth. As I slowly chewed, my eyes locked with Zeta's, and I could tell that she was imagining what it would feel like for me to nibble on the delicious clit that was so close to my lips. Plop! Another bit of lobster was released and I caught it in my mouth to enjoy it every bit as much as the first. I was still teasing poor Zeta, eye to eye, making her wait for the intimacy she so clearly needed. "Ohhhh! Eat me, you bitch!" Zeta cried out as she suddenly slumped down to grind her pussy against my face. She was already cumming as I opened my mouth wide to receive a continuous fire of lobster bits. I was cumming too, as my eager mouth gobbled at my favorite food, drenched in woman-nectar; so that by the time Zeta's slowly-descending clitoris came within reach of my frantic tongue, I attacked it with a frantic energy. It was my turn to feel a desperate need for attention to my bucking pelvis. But lovely Zeta was so rapt in her own orgasm that she couldn't possibly be aware of my frantically squirming hips behind her. Besides, I didn't want her to move. I wanted to suck that beautiful golden buttery cunt forever. Zeta's wild gyrations on my mouth gradually turned into a kind of rigid vibration as my tongue lashed back and forth across her clitoris that I had gently trapped between my teeth. "Yaaarrrggh!" Zeta yelled in her spasms of lust, and then she toppled over across the bed, with my mouth still latched firmly into her succulent pussy. "In!" Zeta cried, "In!" The poor dear, it seemed that she must have gone without getting fucked for almost a week! So I obligingly slid three fingers into her yearning cunt, and started to fuck her slowly but firmly. Not wanting to waste a digit, I added my pinky finger to slide into her asshole, and used my thumb to press against her clit as I gradually picked up speed. "Harder!" Zeta demanded, "Harder!" Gone was the delicacy of teasing. Our minds and libidos descended into the realm of fucker and fuckee as she urged me to slam my fingers home into her cunt. She was remarkably tight, clamping down hard on the three fingers that dove repeatedly into her dark hole, but the combination of butter and her own juices made everything deliciously slick. Zeta reached to entwine her fingers in my hair, then almost brutally pulled my face into her pussy, where I resumed the earlier clit treatment. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed, as I finally managed to bring this climax-crazed woman to the final orgasm she so desperately desired. We both rested for a while, but it was Zeta who stirred first. My memories from the next few hours are hazy at best. I remember little rivulets of shrimp sauce dribbling down my thighs and being chased by my hostess' skilful tongue. I remember crushed ice being slipped inside the thong that was the only garment I arrived in, then sliding away as the scrap of cloth was removed. I remember shrimps clenched in Zeta's teeth making their way amid the folds of my pussy, and dancing ecstatically around my anxious clit. I remember Zeta's practiced tongue lancing into my cunt and in seconds finding my g-spot, just as she was dabbing that spicy shrimp-sauce on my clit. I remember exploding in an orgasm so intense that poor Zeta had to hold onto my thighs for dear life, to keep from being propelled across the room. As I was drifting off to sleep in Zeta's arms, I think I remember making a mental note to invite her to dinner with the other girls of our sales team. And finally I remember the taste of the most exotic kiss I ever shared, with the flavour of shrimp and lobster and our mutual cum all intermingled on each other's sensuous tongues.