Chapter One
Leonitus Eleftherios Agathangelos, Lycabettus Hill, Athens
His magic words, "Do you fancy a weekend in Paris?"
"Yes," from Lu. It was a foregone conclusion.
Leo whistled softly as he
shaved and readied for their little celebration. He swallowed. This woman in his life. Set up as his Athens mistress. A conquest, most
definitely.
Earlier out on their private
deck, Lu glanced over the table one last time. She recognized the crest of the
vintage bottle of bubbly on ice. It was from the Agathangelos vineyards out on Crete. Sparks jittered inside her
as the evening set. Spread out below her,
lights came on all over Athens. Most
brightly were the ones that lit the Parthenon.
Lu fussed with her outfit. And tightened the bow on her tulle skirt.
Its many layers shimmered in luminous shades of pink. On top, she wore one of
her bare-breasted pink silk satin bustiers and Leo's latest gift. The
diamond nipple clips. She shivered at the sensation of their bite.
Later, at their special meal, they lingered and luxuriated in
conversation and camaraderie. He
teased her, "My mystical creature." Then his laugh. It shook through her. And
vibrated in that special spot. "One who loves to suck my cock," he added.
Unnecessarily.
He had her interest. She
thought this was an invitation and leaned forward. Her hand reached for his
zipper. Her tongue formed a point.
Nub fluttered below.
He gathered up her face and
said, "Not yet." And stopped her. "I want to make you wait." Leo was not
new to the world of romantic indiscretions. Yet with Lu? Her many charms and attributes
had taken him to all new heights. His libido soared. Never, not once, had she ever disappointed
him. He laughed again and looked down at her wrists. They were still red from
being bound earlier. "Done?" he had
asked her. Apparently not.
Soon. He knew. Once again, her begs for more would
fill the dark night. Voracious came
to mind. Insatiable. Incorrigible. He had even cut back on his usual relentless
perusal of new twat. Lately, he had
preferred to stick closer to home and get his kicks off on her. He was saving most of his juices for
their times.
Originally consumed with
curiosity, there was now a sparkle in
his eye. He was secure in the knowledge there would be a fuck session to follow. He could take his time.
Along with dessert came the
pearls. These were from his mother's
dowry. Expensive matching earrings
were in the second velvet box. This set would cost a fortune in today's market. The gift was Leo's token of this special moment in their
lives. Later, he would like to have Cartier repurpose them for her. They
belonged on her tits.
He settled her onto his lap
and began slowly. A long
kiss. "You set me on fire," he
whispered the truth into her ear. Then moved on to tongue fuck her mouth.
His breath now became short. Her cunt sauce oozed out and stained the back of
her skirt in a glittery smear.
Finally they stood, Lu and
her gentleman. In an elegant gesture, he offered
his arm. After the walk into his bedroom, inside he was different. The gentleman was gone. He rammed her up
against the wall. With a flip of his hand, he moved aside
the sparkly layers of her skirt. Then?
He looked down with a leer. And ogled her bare-naked slit like the
perv that he was.
She had his attention.
He was Greek, after all. A barbarian.
Not that many generations back, his forefathers had come down from the hills
reeking of their favorite she-sheep. They were coarse men. And so was he. Underneath his expensive
designer suit. And custom haircut. And polished British English. It was in
his blood.
His nose went down first. He
nudged in and rubbed her. And took a deep inhale of her cunt stink.
His big hand came forward, one large
finger wiggled in to feel her wetness. A probe and taste proved it. She was ready. His middle finger would smell of her
for days.
In true reverence, he
whispered, "Remarkable." The movement of his lips tickled her shaved girlie
mound. His breath was hot. Then he
stood and bent her backwards. Instantly,
he grew. And increased. His body was preparing to fuck. A large hand grasped her round, soft bottom.
His finger probed, still busy. He
poked. Then flicked her clit. And attempted to give it a pinch. He
asked, "This?"
Her answer was not a word.
But a gasp. Then, "Yes." A wee
drip of amber honey leaked out onto his finger.
She added, "I want you inside." Her body pulsed. Her reaction to him was always
the same. His virility caused spasms which tightened her hole. It twitched. Her
cunt begged him to enter as she rode
that big middle finger. Oh, the fun
of it.
"What a pair we make," he
told the truth.
In nature, these males are
the dominant ones. Those allowed to mate.
His laughter again shook the
room as she begged. He tapped the inside of his trousers left leg to show her
and said, "Look." The hard ridge of
his erection stood out. This was his
tease. Preferring to always be knickerless, Leo knew the impact his ten inches
had on women.
"For me?" A hoarseness
crept into her voice. The sight of it
set her on fire. Leo was hung. The changes in a man's body? "You
astonish me." All so he could fuck a
woman.
Leo removed her clips and
pinched her nipples. Each plumped up with a hedonistic rush of pink. Lu's favorite color. They were a vivid
virgin tittie pink.
She squirmed and let out a
sigh. Her lips formed an, "Ohohoo. Oooh. O." These sensations made her soar. A song of orgasm began in her throat.
As she teetered there on
high heels, she dropped her tulle skirt. Their voices were now loud. Neither
one held back. She begged, he bellowed. In the past, their noises had gotten
them kicked out of several hotels during their travels. It was obscene. There
had been complaints.
Tonight, her tiny ribbon thong
disappeared tightly up into her slick cunt. "Fuck me Leo," in a whisper now. She untied the tiny ribbons, turned
around, and bent over.
"That's more like it," he admired the view. Trousers now on the floor, he stepped forward to enter her. Stiff
cock in his hand. His old friend. Pointed at her slippery girlie hole, he began
the exquisite glide in on her pussy juices. Flames of passion engulfed her. She writhed, now in the throes. And twisted. This was her dance on his hot flanged end. As her bulbous tits swayed from side to
side, he reached around for a pinch.
Lu braced herself against
the wall, her eyes disappearing up toward heaven. Nostrils flared wide in the
combined smell of them. Rhythms came from somewhere deep inside. Her feral
reaction to his pinch of her nipples and cock entry was beyond bearable. "Leo,"
was all she could sing. "Leeeeeo," her one word aria of orgasm rose. "Leo." Then she shrieked in the waves of cumming, "Ooohoooo. O."
Here it was, one of life's best moments. Her beg for his fuck.
Still, "What Lu?" He made her wait. "Miden, ena, dio," he counted to ten. "What?"
He tried thoughts of mountain snow and a climb in Kalymnos to slow himself
down. "Tell me what you want Lu."
His dive into the icy waters at the Mykonos wreck. Kicking down into the blue
cold. This time, none of this cooled his ardor.
He was hard as a rock. Primal response took over, and he began to shove deeper into her. Then he teased and
roared out another laugh. "Not yet," he told her. Against her wishes,
he pulled nearly all the way out. And
raked along all her spots on the way.
"I want to hear you beg for it," into her ear.
"Again."
The song was still in her
throat. "Ohhhh," her aria soared. "O." Then finally, "Fuck me Leo."
His thrust nearly knocked
her over. Then the agony of his pull out. One last push, then nature took over. A spasm began to rock him. He had gotten
there too fast. She did that to him. He
recited the alphabet, "Alpha, beta, gamma, delta." Didn't help. He was here now and hovered on the edge of ejaculation.
Still, he held onto it. He gripped tightly.
Clenched his ass muscles. Held his breath. His eyes rolled back. He was
light-headed. Her wet panties were now in his mouth, full of her goo. It was an
out-of-body experience. Hers were high arias of orgasm and his were noises of a
feral animal. Unable to hold on any longer,
he finally unclenched and let go. His spray was ungodly.
Her knees buckled as he
lifted her up. Now facing him, her legs tightly clasped his waist. Blue eyes
shut. Her body was up against his. Impaled.
Still nearly fully erect,
they made it to the bed. Her hands shook. Again,
he reached between her legs to search for her gem. Now sticky from their cum.
He rolled onto his back. This time,
he would let her climb on top. He would succumb to the entire experience. It
was free. Handless. She pumped and
rocked on him. Her big tits slapping him in the face. His voice called out her
name in passion. "Lu. Lu," with each thrust. This time, her turn to make him
want it. Her intention. He did not wait and exploded into her with his second
cum. Their combined goo spread out
in a pearly puddle on the sheets.
Later that night, they would
tie each other up. Taking turns, she
got hers first. His silk neckties secured her wrists to the headboard. Old
school ties never looked so good. He pawed through his bedside drawer of toys
and searched for his favorite. "Ah-hah," when he found it. "There it is." The clit twitch.
Later, much later, she
stepped from the shower. And returned.
Next, his turn. "Move to the
end of the bed, please, Leo." She knotted a pair of her own soft silky nylons
on each ankle and spread his legs wide. The satin mask was lowered into place
to cover his eyes. She looked down and watched. "I think he likes this," she
said, the obvious. His cock twitched already in anticipation. Then thumped. At these times, he thought he was all
done. None left to give. But she had found out. This was not so. He fancied a wee bite of the whip. It pleased
him immensely when his old faithful once again spasmed alive and inched out of
where it had hidden in the deep pink
wrinkles and folds. It recoiled, then flinched again with each snap, as if it
were alive. With his eyes covered, he completely soared and savored the
ecstasy. His balls loosened and
distended along his leg in a luxurious sprawl as she continued the expert
strike with her wrist.
The well placed flick. In
the darkened room, he jerked and yelled at the sensation until he lost his voice. Each hit moved him closer. So close. Leo's face was now reddened by the effort to hold back. "Hang on to it," Lu coached. She wanted to
keep the soaring of his ejaculation just there. His turn to wait to spill. "Not
until I say so," she reminded him. He was one snap away from his spew. Fully erect. Straight up. Cock head
lined with red welts and swollen from the strikes. Lu took her time. Make him
wait. She took her long middle finger and slid it into her own hole and coated
it with her sticky stink. Then swirled it, mixed it around in the milky blue
ooze of his cock. Then shoved it
into his mouth. She tapped their flavor onto his tongue as he sucked her finger. That
was it. His rigid penis could take no more and drew back a fraction, then
visibly his hole widened and, mercifully,
with her permission, it began to twist and shout. Leo began his last eruption
of the night.
"You think Mister Leo will die?" the cook whispered in the
kitchen below as the staff fixed
breakfast. The women blushed red.
Most of them knew exactly what was going on up there. It was not at all unusual
for them to see Leo out on the deck in his altogether. His afternoon doze in the sun. They had watched his cock as his mind prowled and entered the
labyrinth of yet another erotic escapade. Either from his book of memories or
when he fantasized about a new adventure. What was formerly flaccid, limp, and
lifeless as a dead lizard it would begin to twitch. "Alive," the two maids
would point and hide their giggles. It would inch out longer. Until thick and rigid enough to begin
the rise. The women stood transfixed as it grew into a monster. His soft snore and backyard birds were the only sounds. As it came up and began a thump against his belly, a pearly sheen appeared on the engorged head. In reflex, his hand
automatically tightened around the thick shaft and began a jiggle. They scattered as his breath changed. And he began to wake up.
Downstairs, they retold it, "He
was ready to go off."
The men? They were jealous. "Lucky fucker," they said. And jabbed each other in the ribs. His bellows and yells shook
the rafters two floors above. This morning Leo had gotten worked over, but good.
Then the house was again
quiet. The after sex slump. His
resulting loss of consciousness. Leo's
le petite mort, as the French call it. When
the lovers finally got up, Lu was still in her lacy garter belt and silk
stockings, soiled beyond repair. The exquisite Chantilly lace torn.
Leo spent most of the flight
to Paris, glasses on, going over his daily stack of diplomatic papers. Pen in
hand, Lu tried to do the same. She had worn a couple of special things
underneath in anticipation of a romp at thirty thousand feet in the air. He had really meant to get around to it
as well. "Exactly," he commented
when she whispered an inappropriate suggestion into his ear. But something else had caught his eye. And it didn't happen.
There was an article in the
morning newspaper written to recap the career of a name he recognized. His
first masturbation pinup. Now he got it. The attraction. Lu reminded him of her. Anna Nicole Smith.
An early lunch was their
first interruption. She looked over at him. Her eyes locked onto his. She could
see his arousal. Just didn't realize
it was for someone else.
As they prepared to land, he
caught her look, tossed his head back, and laughed. He loved Lu's pout. She was unhappy to be sitting
there, unfucked. He remembered now. "Those
eyes," he actually said out loud. Last night when he took a break from the
bedroom, he had gone out onto his deck for a cigar. Pausing, he looked out over the night glow of Athens, then up at the Greek stars and
constellations.
Lu joined him. On her knees.
Her look up at him as she was giving him a suck, his big dick in her mouth? That sight was seared into his memory
forever. "Those eyes," he had said.
Even in the dark, he could see their beautiful
Aegean blue. They glowed, as
if lit from within. Like a cat's. His nymph. She watched his face as she
worked him. Tongue busy at the back of his sensitive swollen cock head. Her
light fingers tickled his balls. As
he began his thrusts, still she watched him. Eyes wide. She saw things others
didn't. Caught up in the rush, he grabbed at her head and pulled her in close
to keep her there. He hovered right at the rim of his cum. And felt her swallow. His dick was deep in her throat. Then he fell over the edge into the freefall. Everything was
wet. After all the sex they'd had,
the spew surprised them both. His salty semen streamed out from both corners of
her mouth. Out her nose. Down her chin. A wet slick gleamed in the dark.
Now she sat primly and
brushed her wavy, long, white-blonde
hair. And took the time to touch up her makeup. As if she needed that. Knowing full well he hadn't even messed
her up on their flight.
His own longish dark hair
was worn slicked back. The
hand-tailored suit fit him perfectly.
He paired a tennis player's body with playboy nonchalance. That was him.
Somewhere north of his fifties.
She felt light-headed. Whose life was this? Whose was it? This all seemed an out-of-body experience. In her early
twenties, most everything Leo did impressed her.
"Lu Darling?" He offered his hand as the side door opened. "Shall
we?" They stepped out into the
French air. This time, it was quiet. No photographers waited.
It would be a working
vacation for them both. As former
Prime Minister of Greece, he would be busy with diplomatic commitments. And Lu? She had appointments at Cartier
and Valentino. And would start with Nigel, her personal
assistant, in his office at Le Meurice.
There would be two cars
parked at the private jet field of Beauvais-Tille.
One to take Leo to the Greek Embassy on Auguste Vacquerie. And hers for the meeting with Nigel.
"Au revoir," and they kissed goodbye. Later that
night, they would meet for drinks and a quiet dinner at their rented L'Appartement Ritz in Place Vendome.