From my office high above the Club Infernus I scan the crowd waiting outside hoping to see her once more. Focusing the hi-res camera when I think I spot her in the line. Zooming in on the chestnut brown hair girl that i been dying to see since i first saw her through the camera lens down in booth 14 last Friday night
She signed in as LostLady but I learned her real name is Lisa Lampard. 39 years old from St. Louis. Based on her head height above the table I figure she was a little over five foot six in height. From her stance outside I figured she was a fit one hundred and twenty-five pounds, beautiful high breasts and a gorgeous round ass that makes me drool when I see it swaying on the floor. The smokiness of the air on the floor prevents me from getting a true picture of her eye colour or her skin tone, but tonight that will be found out first hand!
Tonight I’m going to make her aware that she has captured my heart. Getting up, going to the special phone I keep to contact the front door “Gino, the one in the royal blue one piece jumpsuit with the white wrap make sure she’s seated at my private booth tonight!”
“You got it Mr. C!” then “Anyone else?” I hung up muttering that good help was hard to find. Going to the monitor, in time to see Gino, escorting my treasure into the club, others reaching out pleading to be let in with her. A buzz and I pick up as I switch the picture to my private booth. “She would like to know if her friend can join her Mr. C.?”
“How rude of me, of course, see her in with the customary free drink of course!” Hanging up going into my private salon to get presentable for my guest. A few minutes later I reappear with an eighty leisure suit on, keeping with tonight’s theme of Eighties Electric Dreams. Once more on the monitor I see my treasure has been joined by her friend in my booth, confusion on both of their faces as the eighties music plays from the dj booth. A light mist of incense sprays the booth clearing the smokiness of the surrounding air away.
Going to the overhead scaffolding I make my presence known to the club children below. The music changes to “Together In Electric Dreams” as I descend to the club floor. The crowd parts like the Red Sea as I make my way to my booth. Entering the enclosed confine, my eyes found the brownish green eyes of she who is known as “LostLady”!
“And who does Graeme Cartierson have the pleasure of entertaining tonight, pray tell!” Reaching over the table, taking her friend’s hand brings it to my lips as she tells me Barbara Horné. “Enchanté!” after my lips brush the back of her left hand. Turning my entire attention to my treasure “And you are?” before she can speak I tell her “The enigma known as “LostLady!” Shocking her with my revelation “Aka Lisa Lampard!”
“H-H-H-ow did you know who I am?”
“My dear Miss Lampard I make it my business to know the treasures that come to Club Infernus!” Taking her left hand in mine, fully kissing it, sniffing in a deep lungful of her scent before letting it go. Turning on a private speaker, the beginning of “Private Dance” travels through the air, Barbara getting up , leaving the booth.
“They’re playing my song!” dancing her way out onto the floor. When she gone I change the music to a private channel “I Think We’re Alone Now”, gently plays as Cartierson takes a seat beside Lisa
“Is there anything I can get you, Miss Lampard?”
“No Mr. Cartierson!”
“Please! I insist, call me Graeme!”
“Only if you call me Lisa!”
“On, no I haven’t earned such a privilege to use your first name!”
“Well if that’s true then what have I done to earn the privilege to use your given name?”
“Being born beautiful!” Lisa begins to blush Graeme can feel the heat coming off her hand when he grasps it on top of the table. Going in for a deep strike “By being the girl I asked the doorman to see that I was sharing my private booth with on this night!” A full blush burns on her cheeks
Going for another strike “I hope I’m not being too forward but would you let me kiss your cheeks like the Europeans do when they meet?” Before She answers Graeme goes for it a quick butterfly kiss on both cheek then a deep inhale of her scent again “My god you are divine aren’t you?” more blushing leading Graeme to continue “And what a love shade of pink you turn when you blush!” pulling back from her “Not even a rose matches its shade or desirability!”
Moving closer Graeme strikes while she’s still thinking of what he just said turning her face towards him, fully kissing her on the lips, stunning her with his passion. As he pulls away, Lisa can’t understand why he did what he did, nor does she want him to stop but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
Graeme stands, extends his hand out, in her dazed state she takes it and rises, allowing him to lead her out of the booth, to the floor, “Alone” but Heart began to play, Graeme leans in close and begins to sing the chorus into her ear softly! “Tell me how, do I get you alone!” Closer and closer Graeme dances her to his private elevator continuing to sing to her as the elevator opens and they enter, rising to his private space high above the club.
As the elevator opens a fine spray of incense drifts through the air “Welcome Miss Lampard to my private space, Only the most desirable are allowed to see into my personal space!”
“And you think I’m that desirable Graeme?”
“No you are past desirable ,you are perfection personified!” Whispering the last two words into her ear as he held her tight to his body. “Can’t you feel how my heart beats when i’m touching you, spinning her so her back it to him. His hands unzipping the front of her jumpsuit, letting the jumpsuit fall to the floor, helping Lisa to step out of it. Spinning her back to face him clad only in a royal blue bra and matching thong.
“God must have broke the mold you emerged from! His hand encircling her, unhooking her bra and dropping it to the floor, then stepping back to admire the view of her perfect set of 34C breasts topped with the most delicate pink areola and nipple. “Yes, for only one can be the perfect creation in existence.
Cartierson eyes drift down following his left hand over the smooth pink skin to a toned stomach , a ‘innie’ belly button which gets a fingering by his middle finger until it comes to rest on the waistline of her thong. Sliding inside “Shavened paradise covered by such a delicate piece of cloth!” his finger finding the top of her slit, gently tracing it length drawing a sigh from him and nervous tension from Lisa.
“Why are you doing this?” Her voice filled with nervous tension “And why am I letting you?”
“The mist of desire that sprayed you in my booth and as you entered here, makes you desire me and all that i offer!” Removing his finger then gently scooping Lisa up into his arms, carrying her to a room of the main room. As he enters , soft light strickens the dark revealing a heart shaped large bed covered with red satin sheets.
Being placed in the middle of the bed Lisa feels somehow that this was the right place to be with Graeme, reaching out to him like he was her long lost lover returned to her. Graeme doesn’t hesitate joining her on the bed, eagerly lying down on top of her, kissing her forehead, her nose, cheeks, chin then her lips. Small butterfly kissed down her neck across her shoulders then onto the upper swell of her breasts. Soft sighs of pleasure escaping Lisa’s lips as Graeme’s tongue dart out, caressing her jutting nipples, lathering them with his saliva.
When he feels he shown them enough attention he resumes butterfly kissing his way down her toned flesh to his desired destination, her venus mound. The fingernail of his second finger turns into a claw as he hooks it through the waistband of her thong, tearing it like it was tissue paper, then with his suddenly sharpened teeth removing the thong , exposing her vulva to the soft light “Oh yes just as I pictured it in my mind Lisa!”
Graeme’s tongue darts all over her outer pussy lips, causing Lisa to mew. As his tongue penetrates finding her clitoris, darting all over it then settling down to trace the infinity symbol all over it, Lisa can help herself rapidly moisting at the expertly handling of her innermost jewel. “Oh god Graeme!”
“God has nothing to do with this, Lisa Lampard!” the hair on Graeme’s face starting to bristle all over, small horn-like projections appearing at the top of his forehead. Returning his attention completely to her sex, working her with both his tongue and fingers before long making Lisa orgasm from his administrations. Raising up his hair on his face dripping her juices “Now I plan to show you why you were made so perfect Lisa!”
With her inner voice screaming at her do ‘something your about to be raped!’ Lisa looked Graeme in the eyes and said “Yes, show me!” her breathing laboured “Yes show me completely!” Then a feeling of something thick and fleshy moving along her outer pussy lips. Lisa couldn’t help but look at the cock about to penetrate her, instantly mesmerized by its
girth before it parts her outer lips and continues its journey into her moistened passage.
Screams of “YES” renders the air as Graeme’s cock slides into Lisa. “FUCK!” and Graeme’s grunts of pleasure mix as the entire length of his shaft disappear inside her. With it completely inside her Lisa cries out in pleasure that she has never known before as she feels it move in and out, reaching parts of her pussy that no cock has ever reached before.
“Oh yes fuck me Graeme!” her head rolling side to side as he thrusts into her willingly accepting pussy. In and out, varying how far in and how fast Graeme made Lisa cry out in pleasure that soon her words became unintelligible sounds as her eyes seems find focusing impossible
All the while Graeme whispering to her “Oh what an amazing fuck you are Lisa!”, “ Do you want me to stop Lisa?” Never getting a response that made any sense. After fifteen minutes Lisa arches her back and floods her well fucked passage with the first of many orgasms Graeme claims from her.
For over twenty minutes Graeme bring Lisa to orgasm after orgasm, after her eighth, Graeme unloads his seed into Lisa’s well fucked passage firing as may streams of cum as Lisa had orgasms. As Graeme pulls out Lisa drips gobs of cum from her pussy, her breathing coming out short and heavy, her eyes more white than her normal brownish green Before they close in sexual exhaustion. Collapsing beside her Graeme rolls Lisa into the space between his arm and torso, wrapping her in a satin sheet as his breathing slowly returns to normal
“WELL DONE MY SON! YOUR CHOICE OF QUEEN SHALL INSURE THE CONTINUANCE OF OUR KIND!”
“Are you sure, my liege?”
“YES FOR SHE IS IMPREGNATED AS WE SPEAK. TWIN MALES!”
“Then I may come back to the glade, my liege?”
“YES AND BRING HER ALONG FOR SHE IS LOST TO HUMAN MALES FROM THIS POINT ON. A pause then “SHE SHALL ONLY DESIRE A SATYR’S TOUCH FROM NOW ON!”
Graeme smiles at this, pulling Lisa even closer to him as he drifts to sleep!