Part 7

Mark was on his way to Bangkok, Thailand on Thai International Airways. There was one and only reason for him making the trip to Bangkok....the potion!

Mark had used the last of the potion six weeks ago and thought about forgetting about the stuff. He tried convincing himself he needed to get on with his life without the help of the some exotic potion to enhance his love life. However, that was six weeks ago. He kept thinking about the potion and the tremendous power it gave him. He could not get the potion out of his mind and like some sort of addict, finally gave in to his craving to possess the elixir once again. He wanted the comfort of knowing that at anytime, he could make a woman... any woman, experience the overwhelming desire to make unbridled, passionate love with him. That type of power was intoxicating and Mark wanted to possess it again. He would spare no expense to obtain it and fervently hoped he could find the little shop that sold the potion in Bangkok.

****** It was 7:00 p.m. and Mark was resting in his room after checking in at the Regent of Bangkok Hotel in the heart of the city. The Regent of Bangkok was the hotel Mark stayed the last time he was in Bangkok. Next morning he would set out in his quest to find the little shop. He had a fairly good idea of where the shop was located but there were so many little side streets that all looked alike. When he was here last year, he had been sight seeing when he wandered down an alley and found the store. Many of the little streets and alleys were not named and there were dozens of shops that were similar in appearance to the shop where he bought the potion. Mark tried to recall where he was that day and where he might have taken a short cut to the hotel. He knew he had visited the Grand Palace, a major tourist attraction in the city. He also visited the Wat Phra Kaew, a structure housing the Emerald Buddha which was a statue carved from a single piece of jade. He would start from there in the morning.

****** It was 11:00 a.m. the next day and Mark reconnoitered the area west of the Emerald Buddha. He knew he was in the vicinity of where he found the little shop but there were dozens of little streets and alleys and he was at a loss to know which one to take. He ventured down one alley looking at shops on both sides. He was almost positive the shop was on the right side of the alley. He looked at each shop and found several that sold condiments and spices. However, when he went inside, he knew they were not the establishment he was looking for. One shop was much bigger than the one where he bought the potion. Another shop was far too clean and organized compared to the one he was looking for. When he got to the end of the alley, he took a right turn and went down another small street. Again, he looked at each shop. There were no spice shops on the street. Mark tried a half dozen little streets and alleys and could not find the shop he was looking for. He had been searching for at least two hours to no avail. Exasperated, he decided to take a lunch break. Walking back to the Emerald Buddha tourist area, he found a restaurant that appealed to him. He sat down and enjoyed an excellent curried rice dish. He had bottle of Singha Beer, one of the more popular Thai beers. Mark did not care for the taste of the beer and ordered some hot tea. Mark finished his meal and felt revitalized. He paid his check in local currency and set out again in his quest for the little store.

Mark went up and down several alleys and was beginning to believe that the little shop no longer existed. He asked numerous people if they knew of shop nearby that sold spices and was directed to several shops that sold spices. Each shop was not the one he was seeking. It was late afternoon and Mark was tired and disappointed. He wondered if he should just forget about the whole thing and fly back to the States in the morning. He began to slowly walk back to his hotel. He took a left onto a small alley and then a right. Mark looked back at where he came from trying to get his bearings. He came to the conclusion he was lost in the back alleys of Bangkok. He seemed to be the only Anglo in the area and Mark was beginning to feel a sense of panic.

Mark turned into an alley and hoped it would get him back to the main tourist area. Then he saw it! Mark was certain the shop he was searching for all day was just ahead on the left. He had accidentally stumbled onto the shop he was looking for! He walked in the store and heard the jingle of the bell over the door. His heart was pounding as he looked around. This was it! This was the shop!

A little man came from behind the bamboo curtain. When the shop keeper saw who it was, he said, "Ah, my American friend is back!"

Mark was absolutely amazed the man remembered him. "I'm astounded that you remember me," Mark said.

"Ah, yes. Easy to remember because we do not get many foreign people in shop."

"I'm so glad I found you. I didn't think I could find the shop. I've been looking for the shop all day," Mark admitted.

"Next time, take card and keep in safe place," the old man said handing Mark a card with the name and address of the establishment.

"I will certainly do that!" said Mark putting the card in his wallet. "Do you know what I'm here for?"

"Not to buy curry?" the old guy grinned.

"No, not for the curry," Mark smiled back at him.

"You here for potion, no?" the old man grinned.

"Yes, for the potion," Mark replied.

"Potion very difficult to get. Much trouble in area where they make," he said.

Mark was becoming very nervous. "You don't have any more?"

"Did not say that," the man offered. "Only say that potion is difficult to get."

Mark was relieved. "I want to buy as much as I can."

"No can sell too much," the shop keeper retorted. "We have many, long time customers who we must take care of."

"How much can I buy?" Mark asked.

"Same as last time. Maybe I can give you a little more," the man explained.

"Okay, fine," replied Mark.

"One minute please," the man said as he went behind the bamboo curtain. In a few minutes he returned with a similar sized vial as the last one. However, this vial appeared to be filled to the top. He handed the vial to Mark.

Mark took the vial and held it up toward the light examining the contents.

"This is the same as what you sold me last year?" Mark asked.

"Yes, the same."

Mark was relieved. He closed his fingers around the valuable liquid and felt like a dope addict who just received a fix.

"How much?" Mark asked.

"Twenty five thousand baht," the man replied. Twenty five thousand baht was Thai currency which converted was almost $600 U. S. dollars.

"Twenty five thousand!" Mark responded a little shocked. "That's almost twice as much as what I paid last year!"

The man hunched his shoulders as if apologizing. "Sorry, but potion is very hard to get now. You also have a little more than last time. If you no want, I take back."

Mark clutched the vial to his chest. "No, no, I want it," Mark said. He saw the man smile and knew that he was being overcharged but it made no difference. Mark took out his billfold and counted out five, five thousand baht notes.

"Thank you very much," the man said taking the money in his leathery hand. "I wish you happiness and much luck."

Mark put the vial in his trouser pocket and walked out of the shop. He had the potion! He felt excitement course through his body. He had the power that most men dreamed about. He wondered when and how he would use it next.

****** It was exactly 6:30 p.m. when Mark returned to the hotel by taxi. As he walked through the lobby, he heard his name being called.

"Mr. Livingston, Mr. Livingston!" the hotel desk clerk called out him. "I have an important message for you, Mr. Livingston!"

Mark walked up to the front counter and took the envelope from the desk clerk. "Thank you very much." The only person who knew he was in Bangkok was his assistant, Teri Dixon. He tore open the message envelope and just as he surmised, it was from Teri.

The note read, "Mark, received call from a Hisao Takasuka of Nippon Structural Industries, LTD in Tokyo. They need a consultation session on a project they are involved in. Can you stop in Tokyo on way back and see them? Call me for info. Love Teri."

There was a twelve hour time difference between Bangkok and Austin. If Mark called Teri at 9:00 p.m., it would be 9:00 a.m. in Austin. Mark looked at his watch and saw it was 6:45 p.m. He decided to go his room, wash up and have dinner at the hotel dining room. He would call Teri after dinner.

Mark arrived at the dining room at 7:30 p.m. and was shown to a table by the beautiful hostess. He thought Thai women were exquisitely beautiful. Whenever he saw a beautiful women, his thoughts immediately went to the love potion he possessed. He chastised himself as he sat down. A waiter dressed in a white jacket and white pants brought a menu written in English. The waiter bowed politely as he gave Mark the menu and asked if he would like a drink. Mark ordered a vodka and tonic with a squeeze of lime. Mark looked around and saw that it was not too crowded and at least half of the patrons seemed to be Caucasian. He heard various languages being spoken.

After allowing ample time for Mark to review the menu, the waiter appeared to take his dinner order. Mark ordered an appetizer called Satay qai, which was broiled chicken on a skewer served with peanut sauce. For his entree, Mark selected the Panang qai which was a chicken and curry dish. Mark thoroughly enjoyed the appetizer and the entree. He had Thai Ice Cream for dessert. Thai ice cream was completely non-dairy being made with Coconut milk or cream.

Mark looked at his watch. He was anxious to get back to his room and call Teri regarding the Tokyo deal. He signed the check to his room and walked out of the establishment. As Mark walked out, he noticed the beautiful hostess once again. She smiled at Mark and he wondered what she would look like naked in his bed. Again, he chastised himself as he returned the smile and walked to elevators.

****** "Teri, this is Mark. What's up?"

"Mark, how are you? Did you find what you were looking for?" Teri asked. Mark had told her that he was looking for something that he was not at liberty to discuss. Teri had known Mark long enough to not question him about what he was searching for. All she knew was that it was important to Mark. If it was important to Mark, it was important to her.

"Yes, I did," Mark replied.

"Good, good," Teri answered. "Mark, I received a call from a Mr. Takasuka. He was very anxious to hear from you. His company is embarking on a huge project at the Tokyo International Airport and they are having concrete problems with the new runway they put in. They need your opinion. Isn't it nice to be in demand?"

Mark smiled at that comment. "Okay, give me the number to call. Do me a favor and call Thai Airlines and see if you can get me to Tokyo. Also, get me a hotel."

"I've already checked on schedules for you," Teri advised. His able assistant gave him the schedule. Mark selected a flight that would leave Bangkok tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m. and arrive in Tokyo by early afternoon.

"How about hotels?" Mark asked.

"Already taken care of. Mr. Takasuka is putting you up in a company apartment. Also, someone will meet you at the airport.

"You always amaze me, Teri," Mark stated.

"Tis nothing, my boy. Just doing my job," Teri replied. "Have fun in the land of the Rising Sun!"

Mark had been to Tokyo several times and was somewhat familiar with the city. Tokyo was an exciting city but extremely expensive. This Mr. Takasuka was going to pay premium prices for Mark's services.

****** Mark walked to the baggage area and saw the man holding the sign with his name on it. He walked to the man and announced himself.

"Welcome to Tokyo, Mr. Livingston. I hope your flight was a good one. I am chauffer for Mr. Takasuka. Show me your bags and I will take care of them and get you to the apartment," he said with a toothy smile.

"Thank you very much," Mark replied.

Mark had no trouble getting his bag and going through customs. Mark walked with the chauffer to the parking garage. The car was a black Lincoln Continental Town Car. In a few minutes they were speeding toward the apartment.

The apartment was a five story structure on the outskirts of Tokyo. It was conveniently located near the airport and downtown was only twenty minutes away. Mark always felt uneasy driving on wrong side of the road. Of course, it was the right side of road for the Japanese. In any event, they arrived without incident. The driver parked in the apartment garage, hurried out of the car and insisted in carrying all of the Mark's luggage. The apartment was on the fifth floor which they reached by the elevator.

The chauffer opened the door, entered the foyer, removed his shoes and put on slippers that were furnished for guests. Mark did the same. The apartment was very spacious and exquisitely decorated. Naturally, it had the Japanese ambiance but it also had Western conveniences. Every room was separated by sliding doors which were typical in Japanese housing. Mark put his bag in the bedroom and noticed the bed was very low to the floor. Mark sat on the bed and it felt like a typically firm mattress. Mark concluded he would have no problem sleeping on it.

The chauffer excused himself after he was assured that he could be of no further service. Mark walked to the bar and noticed it was fully stocked. He opened the small refrigerator and took out two ice cubes, dropped them in a glass and poured vodka and tonic over the ice. Mark was walking around the room checking things out when the phone rang.

"Mr. Livingston, this is Hisao Takasuka. Welcome to Tokyo!"

"Thank you very much," Mark replied.

"I trust everything is okay? The apartment, amenities?" asked Mr. Takasuka.

"Everything is great," Mark answered.

"Good, good," Mr. Takasuka said. "I will pick you up around 6:30 p.m. and we can have dinner and discuss business. Is that all right with you?"

"Yes, that will be fine," Mark replied. Mark looked at this watch. It was 5:15 p.m.

***** At 6:36 p.m. the door bell rang and Mark walked to the door and opened it. A small, well-dressed, middle-aged man was standing there smiling. Mark assumed it was Mr. Takasuka.

"Mr. Takasuka?" Mark asked.

"Yes. I'm so happy to meet you, Mr. Livingston," Mr. Takasuka replied holding out his hand.

Mark showed him into the apartment. "Can I fix you a drink?" Mark asked.

"Ah, yes. I need a drink," he replied. "Scotch and soda please."

Mark went behind the bar and poured Ballantine Scotch over one ice cube. "How much soda?" Mark asked.

"Just a splash, please," Mr. Kawasaki replied.

"Cheers!" Mr. Kawasaki said holding the glass out as if to toast.

"Cheers," Mark replied.

"I hope you don't mind, but I've arranged for dinner to be served here in the apartment. You've had a long day and I thought we could have dinner here. Two women will be here shortly to serve you dinner, Japanese style."

"You mean they will cook it here?" Mark asked.

"Everything is cooked. All they will do is serve. We use a firm who provides service personnel for this sort of thing. I'm sure you'll enjoy," Mr. Takasuka explained.

Mr. Takasuka and Mark sat down in the sitting room and began discussing business. Mr. Takasuka explained that they had built a new runway at Tokyo International Airport and parts of were deteriorating due to water seepage from the bay. They would need to pull up these sections replace the base with new material that would be impervious to water and pour new concrete. It was absolutely critical for the concrete to be right kind of mixture and needed Mark's expertise.

The door bell rang again and Mr. Takasuka went to the door. "This will be the ladies, I'm sure," he said.

Mr. Takasuka opened the door and two young ladies in kimonos came in followed by two men carrying various boxes of food and supplies for the dinner.

Mr. Takasuka introduced the two women to Mark. "Mark, this is Ami and Chiyo. They are here to serve us tonight." The two women bowed deeply and giggled. Mark wondered why Japanese women were always giggling. Perhaps it was only his imagination and an incorrect perception. One thing was quite certain. They were quite beautiful and Mark was immediately impressed with their elegance and grace.

Mark and Mr. Takasuka sat down at the low table and were served hot saki. As the women served, Mark could smell the faint smell of rose petals. The beautiful young women first served a small cucumber salad called sunomono. This was followed by a meat dish called buta-no-shoga-yaki which was a ginger pork. Dessert was a sweet rice cake called Ohagi. Everything was delicious and Mark thoroughly enjoyed the meal. The women kept filling his cup with warm saki and Mark was beginning to get a little lightheaded. He could keep his eyes off the beautiful women and Mr. Takasuka noticed Mark's interest in them.

"You like our servers, I take it?" Mr. Takasuka asked already knowing the answer.

Mark was a little embarrassed his fixation on the women was so obvious. "I'm sorry, but I just think they are quite beautiful. I love the way they move so gracefully. They seem to float over the floor."

"Ah, yes. These girls are trained from childhood to be good hostesses. Much like the geisha girls, these women are trained to serve with grace and not be noticed. But, I must agree that it is difficult to not notice such beautiful young women," Mr. Takasuka smiled.

Mark had a strong feeling he was going to enjoy his stay in Tokyo.

******* Mark spent a five days working the specifications for the concrete mixture to be used for the new sections of runway. He was sure he would be finished in a day or so. Mark had put in long days and was glad to be finally winding down the project from his end. Mr. Takasuka and his associates were effusive in their compliments of Mark's expertise.

Mr. Takasuka walked into Mark's office and said, "Mark, we are very pleased with your work. You have worked very hard and everyone here appreciates it very much. No doubt, you will be leaving in a few days, right?"

"Yes. I think I have one more day of going over some specifications and I'll be finished," Mark replied.

"Do you have anything planned for tonight?" Mr. Takasuka asked.

"No, I don't. Why?" Mark asked.

We have a little surprise for you," Mr. Takasuka said smiling. "This evening, Ami and Chiyo will serve you dinner.

"Oh?" Mark replied surprised. "That sounds wonderful. What a wonderful gesture. I can't think of a better going away gift."

"I'm glad you approve because we have everything arranged. Please be home by 7:00 p.m. this evening. They will have everything prepared by the time you arrive," Mr. Takasuka informed.

Mark glanced at his watch and saw that it was 2:30 p.m. He thought about the two beautiful Japanese women who served them dinner the first evening of his arrival and was excited over the prospect of seeing them again. He was also surprised that the dinner involved only him.

***** Mark arrived at the apartment at 7:15 p.m. When he arrived he could smell the delicious smells of whatever the women were preparing to serve him.

As he walked in the apartment, Chiyo hurried to greet him. She was dressed in a beautiful, silk Japanese kimono.

"Ah, Markie san, you are late," Chiyo remarked. "Come with Chiyo," she said holding out her hand.

Mark was led to dining room where food was already laid out. Mark sat on the large pillow and moved closer to the table.

Ami appeared with a wicker basket. She too, was wearing a kimono. She kneeled next to Mark and opened the wicker basket which contained hot, steaming wash cloths. Ami removed one cloth and took Mark's hand. She washed one hand and then the other. The cloth felt quite hot to Mark but he did not say anything or react. Mark studied the features of the Ami and marveled at the perfection of her skin. Her lips were like rose petals and she smelled of lotus blossoms. Her hair was done up in traditional geisha style.

Chiyo poured warm saki in Mark's cup. She then put an assortment of sushi rolls on a beautiful oriental dish.

"Please enjoy," Chiyo said to Mark motioning to the food.

Mark picked up the chop sticks and deftly picked up a sushi roll. He dipped in the sauce that accompanied the appetizer and brought it to his mouth. It was delicious! Mark reached for another. Mark quickly finished the sushi and waited for the next course.

The next course comprised of cubes of beef and various vegetables served over rice and bean sprouts. The meat was very tender and tasty. Mark used chop sticks to pick up the morsels of tender meat. The main entree was followed by a delicate peach sorbet for dessert. Mark thoroughly enjoyed the food not to mention being served by two of the most beautiful Asian women he had ever seen.

"That was wonderful. Thank you very much," said Mark to the two women.

"You like Japanese food?" Chiyo asked giggling.

"Yes. Very much."

"Good, now have more saki," Ami said as she poured more of the strong drink in his cup.

"We wait a few minutes, then have a special surprise for you," Chiyo said.

"What kind of surprise?" Mark asked with a look of apprehension.

"Oh, you will like surprise," Ami said laughing.

Mark lingered at the table drinking his saki and wondering what the surprise could be. Ami cleared the table of dishes and disappeared into one of the bedrooms. Mark heard water running in the bathroom.

A few minutes later Chiyo emerged from one of the rooms wearing a sleeveless tee shirt and panties and walked over to Mark.

Mark looked up, staring in wonderment at the beautiful girl coming toward him. She had always been dressed in clothes that covered her from top to bottom. Mark saw that Chiyo was very petite and had white, flawless skin. There was not one iota of fat on her body. Her breasts were small but firm. Mark saw her nipples protruding through the fabric and felt a stirring between his legs.

"Markie san, come with me. We go into bathroom now," the girl advised.

Mark stood up and followed Chiyo into the bathroom. In the bathroom was a large, round tub with Ami standing next to it dressed similar to Chiya. Ami was smiling as Mark walked in.

"Mr. Takasuka said that you work hard on project and need some relaxation. We give you Japanese bath and massage," Ami declared.

Ami was a little bigger than Chiyo but not much more. Her tee shirt was low cut and appeared to be made of translucent silky material. Ami's breasts were larger than Chiya's and they jutted out proudly through the gossamer fabric.

Mark smiled at the two beautiful women and in return they giggled and took him by the hand.

"I must do something first," Mark advised. "I need to go to my bedroom for a moment."

"All right," Chiyo said, "but hurry back.

Mark went into the bedroom and opened the dresser drawer. He removed the small leather case containing the love potion. His hands were trembling slightly as he removed the vial from the case and turned it upside down, wetting the bottom of the cork. He carefully removed the cork and licked the bottom of the cork. The familiar taste of the potion exploded on his tongue. He smacked his lips, savoring the minty flavor. He was not sure if he needed the potion with Chiyo and Ami but did not want to lose this opportunity. It had been several weeks since he was with a woman and he was ready for a sexual outlet. What better way to satiate his appetite for sex than with these two lovely creatures. He walked back to the bathroom.

Mark look at the water and saw the steam rising from the water. "That water looks hot!"

"Water hot but it is Japanese way!" Chiyo said. "Hot water good for you! Water will not be too hot for Markie san."

Ami began unbuttoning Mark's dress shirt while Chiyo loosened his pant's belt.

Mark just relaxed and let the women do their thing. He made sure he exhaled toward the women as they undressed him. He directed his breath toward the beautiful creatures hoping they would breath in his breath which would be laced with the potion. Chiyo unzipped his fly and pulled down his trousers while Ami took off his shirt.

Mark stepped out of his trousers. He was now standing his shorts and tee shirt. Mia pulled up the shirt over Mark's head.

Mark's erection was clearly visible through his jockey shorts. Chiyo giggled as she saw his hard on.

"Markie san's plaything is ready to come out!" Chiyo said laughing. Ami giggled as well.

Chiyo pulled Mark's shorts down and his erection popped out at attention. Chiyo eye's widened as she saw Mark's raging hard on.

"Ah, Markie san very big. All Americans so big compared to Japanese men," Chiyo advised. "Please get in bath now."

Mark dipped his foot in the hot water. "Oww!" he said pulling his foot back out of the water. "That's too hot!"

Ami shook her head. "No, no, not too hot," she said as she put her hand in the water. "Water just right."

Slowly, Mark put one foot in the water and then the other. After a few seconds, he became accustomed to the water and lowered himself to the water. He erection had subsided somewhat as he settled into the bath. The girls had put some sort of fragrant oil in the water. The hot water now felt very good on his body and he relaxed.

Ami began washing Mark's back with a large sponge while Chiyo washed his chest with a face cloth. Mark closed his eyes, relishing the wonderful attention these two women were bestowing on him. Mark felt Chiyo's hand go between his legs and shuddered as she put her hand around his erect organ. Slowly, she began to stroke Mark's cock.

"You like?" Chiyo asked as she stroked his erection.

"Yes, I like," Mark replied.

Mark suddenly saw Ami's panties being tossed to one side and felt her get in the tub behind him. Ami began plying Mark's shoulders with her small, but strong hands. Mark felt tension and nervousness melt away as Ami expertly manipulated the muscles in his shoulders.

Chiyo continued to stroke Mark's manhood slowly and deliberately. She applied just the right amount of pressure with her hand resulting in heightened sensations for Mark. Mark felt Ami behind him and wanted to touch her. He turned and pulled her toward him. He put his mouth on her rose petal lips and inserted his tongue in her mouth.

"Mmm, you taste like candy," Ami said licking her lips. Mark knew she had tasted the potion. Ami was still wearing the tee shirt which by now was wet and revealing. Her breasts were absolute perfection and Mark wanted them in his mouth. Ami removed the hair pins from her hair and her long, black tresses fell below her shoulders. Mark lifted the shirt over Ami's head and removed it. Her breasts now lay naked before him. Her dark brown areolas contrasted with the milky white skin. The nipples protruded from the center.

Chiyo, not wanting to be left out of the action, took out her hair pins allowing her beautiful glossy hair to become undone from the bun. She removed her shirt and got in the tub. She began rubbing the back of Mark's neck. Mark brought Ami closer and bent over to put his lips on her right nipple. Mark opened his mouth and took the nipple in. He felt the erectness of the appendage and began to flick it with his tongue making it even harder. He heard Ami silently moan.

Chiyo's breasts were small, almost childlike but they were begging for attention. She moved closer to Mark and thrust her breast to his face. Mark removed his lips from Ami's nipple and began sucking Chiyo's little titty. Mark wanted to be sure Chiyo tasted the potion as well and kissed her on her lips. Chiyo sucked hard at Mark's tongue.

Ami moved her hand down between Mark's legs and took his cock in her petite hand. Mark's hand started down Ami's body to her pubic area. Mark felt the hair and continued his pursuit of the pussy. His finger found her slit and he entered. Ami began moving her body as Mark continued to finger the tight Asian pussy. Mark pulled away from Chiyo's breast and motioned for Ami to stand before him. Ami complied and Mark looked up at the pussy. He put his hands around her buttocks and brought her close to his mouth. Ami spread her legs, allowing Mark to move between them. Mark opened her slit with his tongue and entered the wetness. Ami squealed in delight as Mark tongued the woman's love box.

"Mmm, Japanese men do not do what Markie san do," Ami murmured as Mark continued his tonguing of Ami's wetness. While Mark did his business on Ami, Chiyo resumed her stroking of his cock.

"Ah, futomara!" said Chiyo as she discovered that Mark's cock was even larger than before. Futomara was Japanese slang for large penis.

"It won't be hard for long if you keep doing that!" Mark advised laughing. "If you do that, Markie san will cum cum!"

"No, no. Please don't cum yet. We're not finished," said Chiyo. "Now we go out of tub. We give you rubdown!"

The two girls got out of the tub and took Mark by the hand. They wrapped a large towel around him and led him into the bedroom where a mat covered with a sheet had been laid down on the floor.

"Markie san lie down on stomach!" Ami instructed.

Mark complied with the instructions. The two girls began toweling Mark off with deliberately slow movements. When he was completely toweled off, they began rubbing his body with some sort of oil. Ami was on one side and Chiya on the other. The two girls were completely naked as they began plying the skin on Mark's upper and lower back. They kneaded the skin in unison and the feeling was extremely exhilarating and highly erotic to Mark. Next they started on his legs. The girls began just below his buttocks and rubbed and plied his legs expertly. Mark's head rested on a makura (Japanese pillow stuffed with buckwheat) as the girls did their number on Mark. They finished with his feet. Mark never thought that a foot massage would be erotic and stimulating but it was. They applied pressure at certain points under his foot that caused Mark to be highly aroused. Suddenly, Chiya stood on top of Mark's back and began to walk. Her feet became the massaging mechanisms and the girl expertly released the remaining vestiges of tension from Mark's back.

"Okay, now turn over on back," Ami said turning Mark over.

"Look at your futomara! It is soooo big!" Chiya remarked feigning mock surprise.

Ami rubbed oil on her breasts and body and got on top of Mark. She lowered her face to Mark's and kissed him. Mark could feel the small woman's large breasts pressed into him. Ami began kissing Mark's neck and chest. Chiya came over and began kissing Mark's ears. She took his ear lobe into her mouth and began sucking. Mark never had his ear lobes sucked but he liked the feeling.

As Ami kissed Mark's chest, her hand went between his legs. Her hand wrapped around the organ and she started pumping it slowly. Ami began rubbed her oiled body on Mark's. Her kissing traced a path from his chest down his stomach and finally to his cock. Ami opened her full lips and inserted the organ in her mouth. She began sucking the erect cock.

"Mmm, you so big," Ami said coming off the cock momentarily. She resumed her loving of the cock.

Chiya now wanted to partake of Mark's cock. She stood over him and looked down as Mark looked up. The black curly hair on her pussy glistened from the oil and her natural lubrication. Mark could see the brown labia pouting. Chiya moved down and Ami repositioned herself so Mark could begin sucking her nipples. Chiya slowly lowered herself until the cock was barely touching her pussy. Mark held his cock and guided the love instrument into position. Chiya lowered onto the cock and Mark could see the lips part and accept the engorged cock. Chiya slowly allowed the cock to penetrate. Mark was enthralled with the expertise of these two women.

Ami allowed Mark to suckle on her substantial breasts. Her areolas were puffy and swollen from Mark's sucking.

"I have something you will enjoy," Ami said to Mark.

Ami got off the mat and retrieved a string of what appeared to be black beads. They were the size of marbles. Ami poured some rubbing oil in her hand and ran the string of beads through her palm to lubricate them.

"Spread your legs for me, Markie san," Ami instructed.

Mark spread his legs. Ami took the string of beads and fingered one bead.

"Now relax," Ami said.

Ami began to insert the bead in Mark's anus.

Mark closed his eyes and tried to relax. He felt one, then two, then several beads being placed in his rectum.

"I thought this was just for women," Mark said almost in a whisper.

"No. For men too," Ami said. "When you begin cum, one of us will pull out. You will feel sooo good."

Chiya, impaled on Mark's cock, began to move up and down. Chiya was extremely tight but she was also very lubricated and the cock moved up and down effortlessly.

After inserting the beads in Mark, Ami positioned herself on her back. On cue, Chiya lifted off the cock and motioned Mark to mount Ami.

Mark got between Ami's legs and looked in wonderment at the beautiful specimen before him. Her breasts were jutting out proudly and she had sweet smile on her face. Mark moved closer and felt Ami's hand around his organ. She guided him in her. The cock slid in deliciously. Mark was feeling close to a climax and wasn't sure he could hold out much longer.

Mark began to thrust in and out of Ami. Mark felt a little weird with the string of beads imbedded in his asshole but concentrated on what he was doing to Ami. Chiya stood over Ami and lowered herself on Ami's face and allowed her to pleasure her pussy with her tongue. Each time Mark thrust into Ami, she moved her pelvis toward him almost violently as if signaling that she wanted more of Mark.

"I can't hold back much longer," Mark said. "I feel I'm ready to explode."

Chiya heard what he said and quickly got on her knees, put her head on the mat and raised her tight little butt in the air. "Put your futomara in me from behind. You cum when ready."

Mark got on his knees and moved for insertion. He saw the pussy glistening between her legs. Mark took his cock in his hand and guided the pleasure instrument into the waiting pussy.

"You fuck me hard, now!" Chiya said.

Mark started the in and out movement. He started slowly but began picking up the pace. Mark felt his testicles begin to contract. He began fucking harder and harder.

"I'm cumming!!" Mark cried out. "I'm cumming now!" At that instant, Ami began pulling out the beads slowly and then in coordination with the orgasmic thrusts indicating climax, Ami pulled out the remaining beads.

Mark felt the beads coming out as he shot his semen into Chiya's pussy. The sensation of the beads being pulled out of his anus and the climax was the most erotic feeling he had ever experienced. Mark slumped down on the mat exhausted. Immediately, Ami took a cool face cloth and began wiping down Mark's body. Chiya took a warm face cloth and began washing Mark's genital area. These women were experts in all areas of pleasure and Mark relished the attention he was receiving. Mark wondered if the potion had anything to do with the wonderful sexual encounter that had just taken place. Mark was certain that the potion enhanced the overall experience.

****** Mark leaned back in his window seat located in the first class section of the plane. He closed his eyes and thought about the two beautiful women he was with the day before yesterday. He would certainly miss them but now he was on his way back home to Austin, Texas. He was appreciative of Hisao Takasuka's wonderful hospitality and especially for arranging the services of Ami and Chiya. It was another job that he would never forget. Not for the job itself, but for the sexual encounter he would forever connect to it. He thought about the potion and knew that he possessed a power that he would not be unable to give up easily. With that in mind, he wondered who would be the next recipient of the potion. He smiled to himself and drifted off to sleep with the muted drone of jet engines in the background.

****** Mark had been back in Austin for ten days and was taking a welcome break in his hectic schedule. He played golf six times and made a promise to himself that he would take some golf lessons. He was finished a round of golf at his club when his cell phone rang. It was his assistant Teri Dixon.

"Mark, I just received a phone call from the Austin Association of PH.Ds. They wanted to remind you of the reception and meeting tomorrow evening at the University of Texas Stadium Club. Are you supposed to make a short talk about your area of expertise?" Teri asked.

"Oh shit. I forgot all about that! Yeh, they asked me to make a short talk about what I do. Why, I'll never know. Who in the hell is interested in concrete!" Mark replied. "Okay, I've got it covered. Thanks, Teri."

"No problem, boss!" Teri replied. "Knock ‘em dead tomorrow!"

****** Mark arrived about thirty minutes after the reception started. It was 7:00 p.m. There were about 30 or 35 people in attendance. Most people were engaged in animated conversations. Mark walked to bar and asked for a glass of red wine.

"Mark. Mark Livingston!" he heard someone calling his name.

Mark turned around and saw that it was Dr. Phil Baker, a University of Texas professor and old friend. Dr. Baker ran the journalism department. He was also the president of the PhD association and was the one who asked Mark to give a talk on his profession.

"Hi Phil. Good to see you!" Mark honestly replied. He liked Phil very much. Phil had been a friend of the family for years and was influential in getting Mark admitted to MIT.

"My boy, you are looking great. So how has the world traveler been? In town for some time?" Dr. Baker asked.

Mark smiled. "I'm doing fine Phil. I'll be in town for another week or so. How have you been?" Mark looked around for Phil's wife. "How is Felicia?"

"Oh fine. She keeps me in line," he replied. "She is mingling with the group over there," he pointed toward a cluster of people. "There is someone I'd like you to meet."

Dr. Baker took him by the arm and directed him toward a group of people in the middle of the room. Mark immediately saw her and thought he knew her. The woman looked familiar to Mark but he could not place her. She was somewhat studious looking but attractive nonetheless. She wore her hair up in a bun and had on large glasses that Mark thought were outdated. Dr. Baker led Mark to the group of people. As Dr. Baker approached the group, everyone stopped talking and turned their attention to him.

"Good evening folks. How are you this evening. Good to see all of you!" Dr. Baker exclaimed cheerfully.

"Hello Dr. Baker," several in the group replied.

"Good evening Dr. Baker," replied the woman who Mark was trying to remember.

"Ah, my dear Dr. Rosalini. You are looking beautiful this evening as usual!" Dr. Baker said. Mark was racking his brain trying to remember where he had seen her before.

"Dr. Livingston, I'd like you meet Dr. Amber Rosalini," Dr. Baker said.

"Nice to meet you Dr. Livingston," the woman replied holding out her hand. The woman was a bit reserved and shy.

Mark took her hand and shook it saying, "Nice to meet you as well, Dr. Rosalini. You look familiar to me. Have we met before?"

It came to Mark in a flash! Suddenly Mark remembered. When Mark was a freshman at UT, Amber Rosalini was a teacher for one of his classes.

"Dr. Rosalini, we have met before. Now I remember. You were my professor for English Lit 101!" Mark exclaimed.

It was all coming back to Mark. He remembered he was quite enamored with Amber Rosalini. Mark estimated that she was five or six years older than him and always admired the way she carried herself. She had a knockout body when Mark was a freshman and it looked just as good to him today. He wanted to tell Amber how much he lusted for her when he was in her class. He would daydream about her seducing him. He remembered she would always dress conservatively but that only would stimulate his interest about what lurked beneath the cool veneer.

Mark studied Amber Rosalini carefully. She stood around five feet, ten inches. Her brunette hair was trimmed short. Amber had beautiful eyes that were colored somewhere between hazel and blue. Her skin was olive and flawless. She exuded a healthy glow. Mark estimated her weight to be around 115 pounds and perfectly distributed over her frame. Mark's eyes could not help but look down at her chest. She was wearing a somewhat conservative business pants suit that did not conceal her ample curves.

"Well, I can't say that I remember you. Were you a good student?" she asked. Everyone in the group laughed at this comment. Dr. Baker watched amused.

"I was an average student. I think I got a 3.0. You were a tough grader on my exams. Each time I thought I wrote a great paper, you would shoot holes in it!" Again, everyone laughed.

Amber did not respond to the comment. She only smiled slightly.

Mark looked down at her hand and saw that she was not wearing a wedding ring.

"What do you do, Mr. Livingston?" asked Amber Rosalini.

Mark explained what he did and asked Amber if she was still teaching literature.

Dr. Baker chimed in. Dr. Rosalini is the head of the Literature Department and we are privileged to have her. She has several published books to her credit and the department is rated as one of the best in the nation," he proudly announced.

"Do you live in Austin?" she asked.

"Yes, I do, but I travel a great deal."

Dr. Baker looked at his watch and announced. "It's time for the meeting to begin. Mark, are you ready for your little talk?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Good. Let's go to the meeting room. Amber, you sit with me at the front table." There were eight people sitting at the front table. Mark sat next to Amber.

Dr. Baker walked to the lectern and formerly welcomed everyone. He covered some association business and finally introduced Mark as one of the featured speaker of the evening. Mark gave about a fifteen minute talk on some of his more unusual assignments. He spoke without notes and the talk was natural and interesting. Mark received a nice round of applause. He walked back to the table and sat down. He felt Amber's leg next to his and felt her warmness. Dr. Baker introduced the next speaker but Mark was not paying attention to the speaker. He was thinking about the love potion and he was thinking about Amber Rosalini! When the speaker who followed him was finished, Mark noticed that Amber's wine glass was empty.

"I'm going to get another glass of wine. Can I get you another?" Mark asked.

"Thank you," Amber replied.

Mark smiled to himself and silently chastised himself. He had the love potion in his pocket. Mark walked to the bar and instructed the bartender to pour a glass of red wine for him and white wine for Amber. He walked away several feet from the bar and put the wine down on a tray stand. Everyone's attention was directed toward the speaker. He removed the vial from his pocket, quickly removed the cork, rubbed the bottom of the cork around the rim of the glass of white wine and walked back to the table.

Mark took a sip of his wine and waited for Amber to do the same. She ignored the wine and instead sipped from her water. Mark was getting frantic because the last speaker of the meeting was concluding his remarks. Mark had to do something fast or lose this opportunity. The speaker was finished and Dr. Baker went back to the podium to conclude the meeting.

Mark took his glass and looked at Amber. "Well, it was very nice meeting you," he said raising his glass in a gesture of toasting.

Amber took her glass and touched Mark's glass and said, "Nice meeting you Mark. Good luck on your travels." Amber brought the glass to her lips and sipped the wine.

She began licking her lips. "This wine tastes funny..sort of minty like. Is this the same white wine I've been drinking?"

"I'm not sure," Mark replied. "I just asked for white wine. Can I get you another?" The people were now applauding. The meeting was over.

Amber took another sip. "No, this is okay. The meeting is over anyway."

Mark watched Amber carefully and waited for the tell tale signs of the potion kicking in. Amber's face seemed to flush. She began to fidget nervously.

Dr. Baker returned to the table to say goodnight to his guests. He noticed that Amber seemed to be quite flushed in her face.

"Are you all right, Amber? You seem to be flushed," Dr. Baker's wife queried.

"I'm fine. It's just a little warm in here," she replied.

"Okay dear," he said as she bent over and kissed her on the cheek. "Keep in touch."

"I will. Phil, thank you so much for everything. It was a good meeting," she said.

"It's always good to see you, dear," Dr. Baker said as he kissed her on the cheek.

Mark stood up and watched Amber carefully.

"It was nice meeting you Amber," Mark said.

Amber had a look in her eyes that was unmistakable. He had seen the look before and knew that the potion was working.

"I took a taxi here this evening. Could you possibly give me a ride home?" she asked. "I have loft townhome in the Madison Building downtown.

"Of course," Mark replied. "I'll be happy to give you a ride." Mark was elated and continued to be amazed at the power of the potion. He snickered to himself.

On the way to Amber's home, Mark found out Amber never married. She was dating a professor at the university from time to time but nothing serious. Her work occupied most of her time and she seldom socialized. Mark was relieved that she was not seriously connected with someone. Mark had no compunction over using the potion but he would not use it one someone who was married or in a serious relationship. He had dabbed a little of the potion on his tongue before getting in the car. He knew the breath he exhaled would have an effect on Amber. He made a point of turning his head toward Amber whenever he spoke to her. He noticed Amber was getting somewhat fidgety as if she was trying to suppress some inner urge. Mark hoped the urge was the overwhelming desire to make passionate love with someone...like him!

Mark was approaching the building where Amber lived. The building once was a three story office building that had been converted to retail shops on the first floor and expensive town homes on the second and third floor. The building was in middle of downtown Austin. She lived on the top floor. Mark drove to the front of the building wondering what would happen next. He did not have to wait very long to find out.
 

"Would you like to come in and have a nightcap? That's the least I can do to repay you for the ride home," Amber said.

"Sure. I've heard a lot about these downtown lofts and I'd love to see your place," Mark replied.

Amber directed Mark to park in the parking garage under the building. It was a very small garage reserved for the tenants of the building. Mark parked in the designated spot and got out of the car and walked over to the passenger side to open the door for Amber. He opened the door and looked down at her shapely body. Her chest was rising and falling as if she were breathless. Mark felt a rising between his legs. This woman was absolutely ravishing and perhaps he would have her tonight.

They took the elevator up to the third floor. There were two loft townhomes on the floor. She walked a few feet to her door, opened her purse and removed an electronic key card. She inserted the card and opened the door.

"Please come in," she said. The lights in the home were all on. Mark followed her in the residence.

The home was beautifully decorated and quite spacious. Mark walked to the large window facing Main Street below and looked down.

"It seems very quiet here. Do you get any road noise?" Mark asked wanting to make conversation.

"Everything has been soundproofed. All the windows are double paned and very few large vehicles come on the streets in front and back of the loft. It's very quiet up here. More so than most suburban areas. What would you like to drink?" she asked.

"Vodka and tonic if you have tonic," he stated.

"All I have is wine and beer. What will it be Mr. Livingston?

"My goodness, please call me Mark," he said a little irritated at her formality. She did not reply.

"The wine is in the refrigerator behind the bar. I'm afraid I'm not a connoisseur when it comes to wine. I just buy a medium priced Chablis or Chardonnay and stick it in the fridge. Please help yourself. Pour me one too."

Mark walked to the bar, opened the door of the small refrigerator and took out a bottle of Chardonnay. It was already opened. He pulled the cork of the wine bottle and poured himself a drink. In the meantime, Amber disappeared into the bedroom. Mark heard the flush of a toilet which reminded him that he needed to go as well. He put the wine glass down on the coffee table in front of the sofa and began seeking the restroom. He found it and went in, locking the door behind him. The rest room was papered in black and silver designs. The toilet and sink were also black. Everything looked very modern and eclectic. He unzipped and took out his cock. He looked down and saw that it was erect. He carefully aimed and gratefully relieved himself. After he was finished, he took a few tissues and rubbed around the top of the black rim removing any sign of dribbles. He shook his boner, tucked it back in his trousers and walked back into the sitting room. Amber came out of her bedroom at the about the same time. She removed her suit coat. Mark could now clearly see the swell of her magnificent breasts under the silk blouse. Her nipples were protruding through the fabric. Mark wondered if the erect nipples were due to her arousal or if they were in their natural state.

Amber took a healthy swig of her scotch and sat down on the sofa. Mark sat down next to her.

"So tell me about your next trip. Where are you off to?" she asked. Her eyes looked sleepy.

"My next trip is to Lisbon, Portugal," Mark said.

"Really. I've always wanted to go to Europe," she said.

"You should. You'll enjoy it," Mark said.

"I'd like to go to Italy," she said softly.

"Italy is a wonderful country. Go to Florence. I love Florence!" replied Mark carefully studying Amber's face.

"Ah, that reminds me. Let me put some music on," Amber said. She went to the stereo and put in a CD. It was a CD by Andrea Bocelli.

"Ah, nice. I'm a fan of Bocelli," Mark said.

"Me too."

"Would you care to dance?" Mark asked.

Amber seemed to hesitate for moment then said, "I'd love to."

Mark got up and took Amber in his arms. He smelled perfume that was not present before. She obviously dabbed some on when she went to the bathroom. He pulled her closer to him and felt her breasts against him. They slow danced to the Italian tenor's song and Mark sensed she was trembling. He was also sure she could feel his heart beating. When the song was over, they lingered together enjoying each other's closeness. When the second song began, she moved her face close to Mark's and invited Mark to kiss them. He could feel her hot breath and uneven breathing as their lips met. She opened her mouth and Mark's tongue entered and teased hers. She moved closer to him and he responded. His erection was now at its' maximum length and girth and he pushed it into her pelvic region.

Amber pressed hard against Mark. She moved her hand down and felt Mark's erection through his trousers.

"You're excited," she said. "So am I. I want you to know that I don't normally do this, Dr. Livingston."

"I want you Dr. Rosalini," Mark whispered in her ear. "I wanted you when I was your student and I want you now.

"Come with me," she whispered in his ear.

She led Mark to the bedroom. Mark sat on the bed and watched her with a lust he had not felt for a very long time.

Amber slowly unbuttoned her blouse and allowed it open. Mark stared at the woman. Her breasts were encased in a sheer, mauve colored bra. The nipples were clearly pronounced through the fabric. The dark areolas were the size of half dollars and beckoned enticingly. She continued her erotic strip for Mark. Mark could not believe this was actually happening. She had a beautiful complexion the color of light toast. No doubt her coloration was attributed to her Italian ancestry. Mark loved women of exotic ancestry for several reasons. One, he loved olive skin, two, they were hairier, particularly in their pubic areas and thirdly, they all seem to have larger breasts than their Anglo counterparts.

Amber's arousal was building up to uncontrollable stages. Amber's eyes locked onto Mark's as she continued her disrobement. She slowly pulled the pant's zipper down and allowed them to drop on the floor. She was wearing tan panty hose. With deliberate, sensual movements, she pulled the panty hose top downward, rolled the legs down and stepped out of them. She was now in her bra and panties. Mark could see the brown pubic hair through the sheer panties. Trancelike, he watched her do her strip. His cock was aching hard begging for relief.;

"Come here," she instructed in a husky voice.

Mark got up and walked to her.

"Take off my bra," she said turning around.

Mark unsnapped the bra and removed it. He bent down and kissed her neck. Still standing behind her, his hands gravitated to her breasts. They were large and heavy but firm. He pressed his rock hard cock into her behind while he felt her breasts. The nipples were hard protrusions and he rubbed them with the palms of his hands.

"Now take off my panties," she said.

Mark slowly pulled down the panties. Her skin felt hot to the touch. Her ass was nice and firm. Mark was compelled to put his hand between her legs to feel her wetness.

Amber allowed Mark to play with her pussy for several moments before she slowly turned to him. Mark saw that she had a full, dark curly bush. Her breasts were full, bronzed beauties. They sagged from heaviness and age but they were beautiful to Mark. Mark moved his hand to her pubic area once again and felt the moisture secreting from her pussy lips. He stuck his finger in and she gasped and held on tightly to him. Mark inserted a second finger. Amber was extremely wet. Mark remembered that all women who were exposed to the potion were unusually lubricated. Mark fingered her for a several seconds. He withdrew the fingers, brought them to his mouth and tasted her. He liked the way she tasted. She took his hand..the hand that had been pleasuring her between her legs and put his fingers in her mouth. She sucked his fingers dreamily. Sensuality was exuding from the woman.

"Now let me undress you," she said.

Amber unbuttoned Mark's shirt and removed it.

"Mmm, nice hairy chest," she purred as she ran her fingers through the hair. She lowered her face and sucked one of Mark's nipples, then the other. Mark wanted her to suck something else.

She loosened his belt, and unzipped his trousers. The trousers fell to his ankles and Mark stepped out of the garment. His hard on was highly visible through the jockey shorts.

Amber pulled the shorts down and Mark's cock burst forth enjoying the loss of restraint the shorts had imposed on it. The organ was at full mast and sticking out in full readiness.

Amber put her long fingers around the organ and began to lovingly stroke it. As she stroked, she rubbed the cock against her tummy. Mark thought that the rubbing of the head of his cock against her body was highly erotic and pleasing. After several seconds of stroking, she lowered herself to her knees. Mark looked down at the beautiful woman and was amazed this encounter was happening to him. He thought about the potion and wondered again if he would ever have a normal sex life. He quickly got back to the matter at hand.

Mark moved closer and Amber opened her mouth. The large male dart found the inviting target and carefully ventured into the moist mouth. Amber pushed her mouth into Mark and took him all in. Amber noisily sucked the erect penis noisily attending to the swollen head then shifted attention back again to the each side of the shaft before taking the prick in her wet mouth. Mark closed his eyes as the woman hungrily devoured his manhood. From time to time, she would come up for air and stroke it while looking at it closely as if she were examining it.

It was time for Mark to reciprocate the pleasure he had been receiving. He took Amber by the hand and led her to the bed. He pulled the covers back laid Amber down on the crisp white sheets. Mark thought she looked absolutely stunning lying there and could not wait any longer. He wanted to ravish this creature.

Mark laid down next to Amber and began sucking her breasts. Her large areolas became even more pronounced as Mark's oral stimulation excited the nipples into even greater rigidity. Mark heard the woman moan as he sucked one nipple and then the other.

He kissed his way down her flat stomach until he reached the curly hair. He smelled her sex odor and it turned him on. Amber spread her legs inviting Mark into her most private area. Mark looked at the swollen labia and put his lips on them. Amber was oozing from her pussy, in fact, she was expelling so much sex juice that her entire crotch area was wet and a big wet area was forming under her tight ass. Mark stuck his tongue and heard her gasp then scream.

"Oh my God, suck my pussy like that! I love that! Suck it!" she screamed. She wrapped her legs around Mark's head and brought him closer to her.

Mark found the clitoris and began stimulating the button with this tongue and lips. He felt her convulse and knew that a climax was enveloping her.

"Fuck me now! I want you in me now!" she screamed.

Mark positioned himself between her legs and allowed his cock to penetrate deeply. The insertion was smooth and effortless. Mark's cock was in as far as he could penetrate. He felt her trying to constrict around his manhood. Mark began the in and out motions of intercourse. Amber dug her fingernails into his back, then put her hands on Mark's ass and helped him he thrust forward.

"Harder! Harder, goddamn you!. Fuck me harder!" she yelled.

Mark began to thrust harder and deeper. He felt her legs flailing as he tried to satisfy the wild woman.

"Fuck me from behind," she ordered.

Amber got on her hand and knees. The inside of her legs were glistening with juices. Mark took his cock in hand and entered her from behind. He pushed forward and heard her grunt in satisfaction.

Several minutes of intense vaginal stimulation led to the next phase. Mark pulled out of Amber and saw the brown ring of her anus beckoning him. He put two fingers in Amber's pussy, wetting them. He lubed Amber's anus. Mark put the head of his cock in Amber's asshole and pushed slowly. Amber would have none of that. She wanted him in all the way.

"Put it in! Give it to me," she ordered.

Mark was amazed at the transformation of this lady. She had become a wild, sex crazed woman who seemingly could not be satisfied.

Mark pushed into asshole, her feeling the soft cheeks push into his groin area. She reached between her legs and began playing with her clit as he fucked his teacher. He fucked her with long, hard strokes and with each thrust, heard her grunt in satisfaction. He could not hold out much longer. Mark was ready to shoot his jizz.

Mark withdrew his cock and heard her complaining moan.

"I can't hold back any longer. Get on your back," Mark instructed. She complied.

"Put your legs on my shoulders," he said. She complied.

Mark felt he had maximum penetration. Each time he thrust, the noise of the organ penetrating the overly lubricated vagina was clearly audible. Mark's pubic hair was completely soaked with this woman's juices.

He picked up the pace with frenetic intensity until he felt his cock begin to engorge for the climax. His testicles contracted as they readied to expel his semen. The sperm raced through his penis and squirted into Amber. Her breasts were heaving, eyes tightly shut, mouth into a grimace of pleasurable pain as he continued to empty into her. He collapsed next to her fully spent and satiated.

***** Mark opened his eyes and for a moment did not know where he was. Then he saw her lying next to him and heard her breathing. He wondered what she would say when she woke up. He put his arm on top of her and as if taking the clue, she moved closer to him. They were still naked and the warmness of her flesh aroused him. He turned toward her and moved his hand between her legs. She was still very wet. He inserted two fingers into her wetness and she responded by reaching for his cock. She turned her face toward his and they kissed. Their tongues played with each other as they took turns fondling each other into excitement.

"Mmm, that feels good," she said. "I want you in me again."

Mark moved on top of her and inserted his cock in her. The organ went in deliciously. Mark began his in and out motions once again. He looked down on her breasts which seemed exceptionally firm for a woman of her age. Amber met Mark's thrusts and they copulated in perfect rhythm.

Mark got on his back and allowed Amber to take the lead in the lovemaking. She deftly mounted him and moved up and down on his rigid cock. Mark played with her breasts while she pleasured herself on his cock. Amber quickly picked up the pace of her up and down movements and Mark was ready to ejaculate once again. Sensing his nearness to climax she quickened her pace until he released his seed into her once again.

**** They both lay quietly. Amber finally spoke.

"I don't know what got into me but this is something I've needed. Mark, I hope you don't think less of me. Something came alive inside of me. I couldn't help it. I just did not want to let you go tonight," she said softly.

"I'm glad we met again. I don't think less of you. In fact, I want to see you again. Will you allow me to see you again?" he asked.

"Of course. I'll be devastated if you don't call me."

They both kissed each other tenderly. Finally, Mark thought, he had met a woman that he wanted to be with. He did not want this event to be a one night stand.

"I leave for Lisbon a few days. When I get back, I'll call you," he said.

"I'll be counting the days," she said.

Mark wondered if it was the power of the potion or if this woman was really serious about seeing Mark again. There was something about this woman that was special. He wanted to be with her again. Not just for the sexual part but for something else. Something long lasting. Perhaps this was the person Mark had been looking for all his life.

To be continued.