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A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then
again, if all you’re looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read something else. I welcome constructive comments. Enjoy.
This is Part 4! You might want to read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 first.
Wednesday
Snuggling nicely in the morning when the alarm clock went off, but when I got randy, she squeezed me the way she does and turned my lights out. She kissed me awake and rolled out of bed.
“Is that fair?” I sighed, sitting up and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.
Julya laughed low. “Saving you for later, darling...”
“Thank you for holding me; thank you for squeezing me,” I told her.
She stepped closer, pulling my head between her breasts and holding me. “I enjoy it too, darling -- sleeping and waking with you is very special.”
We cleaned up and got dressed. We also packed up the saddle and my power supply, and carried it downstairs. We had toast downstairs. Julya wanted to get going, because traffic would be rough. I told her it would be easy much of the way. And why is that, she demanded? Because I’m with you, I told her. To her not-very-charitable look, I reminded her -- carpool! That got me a smile, hug, and kiss.
We still left early, loading the saddle in the trunk of the Mercedes along with a midsized cardboard box. I got to sit in the passenger seat and drink my Dr. Pepper.
The carpool lanes saved us a lot of time. Her friend Rasha’s salon was up near 101 and Highway 92, Burlingame and Redwood Shores. We headed to a light-industrial area, and pulled around the back of a building. A number of cars were parked behind one, including a newer full-size Mercedes. Business must be good!
Julya popped the trunk lid open; I stood by the trunk while she went to the back door and pressed the doorbell.
A large woman came out, smiling and hugging Julya, both of them jabbering on. Three more came out, younger women in white smocks typical of beauty salons or medical establishments, and came to the car.
“We are to bring it in?” one of them told me with a slight accent. They were probably late twenties, very pretty, none wearing any makeup to speak of. One took the box and the others started picking up the saddle.
I helped them get it out of the trunk and they hauled it off without any problems. All three of them seemed to be slender builds, nice.
Their boss, Rasha, was built like a tank. A little taller than her two assistants, but as wide as the two assistants put together. Julya was waving me over; I closed the trunk and headed to the door.
I guess I was introduced; Rasha shook my hand in both of hers, “A pleasure to meet you.”
We went inside, and to a small exam room where I was seated in the victim chair.
Another woman joined us. Where Rasha was the Captain, this one was clearly her XO. Precise, perfect in her dress (even though it was a version of the same smock/uniform the others wore), posture, complexion. Even carrying a clipboard. The three ladies spoke for a couple of minutes. The XO pulled a high intensity light over to examine my face. They took turns positioning my head, looking at me. Julya ran fingers through my gray streak, and as she was talking, I got sympathetic looks from the other two; clued in on how I got it, I guess.
“Professor Marsh, if you would disrobe please?” the XO requested.
“You can leave your shorts for now,” Julya offered.
I stood up and got undressed, folding my clothes and putting them on a shelf nearby.
Damn, in spite of the exercise I’d been getting, I felt stiff -- I hadn’t done any serious yoga in a few days! I did a sun salutation, going into forward fold, putting the palms of my hands on the floor and relaxing. Damn that felt good! I rolled up to standing again, took a breath, and let it out with a sigh.
“Very flexible!” the XO commented.
Now they stood, looking me over. Too damn old to be a prize calf, that’s for sure. Years of abuse, years of yoga; what did Indiana Jones say? “It’s not the years, it’s the mileage?” Thinking about it, I was hoping I was still in the low-mileage category, with a long ways to go yet.
The three ladies seemed to have settled on my fate, if the nodding was an indication.
Rasha and Julya exited the room, leaving me with the XO, who handed me a plain white robe and indicated the chair. “Sit, please.”
“Has my fate been decided?” I asked, putting on the robe and taking a seat.
She laughed. “With your agreement, yes. You understand, we have few male clients; most of our clients are European, with an increasing number of Chinese. Some of our methods are somewhat unorthodox, but from what Julya has told us, I believe you will find them quite interesting and enjoyable.”
“I understand in your home country, you seldom received compliments directly from those you worked on,” I offered.
She smiled, nodding. “That is an interesting way of stating it, but yes. This morning, we will cleanse your skin, your face, neck, down to your shoulders, and then your hands and feet. We will trim your hair, and take care of your nails. We are still discussing lightening your hair to match the very attractive colour in the front. Do you have a preference or opinion on this?”
I nodded. “As you can undoubtedly tell from my dress, I do not spend a lot of time on my appearance. Usually when I look at myself in the mirror in the morning, I laugh.”
That got the chuckling I’d hoped for. “I look for low maintenance. Eventually my hair will go entirely silver. Helping that process along, not through extreme stress, though, would be acceptable. What would not be acceptable is something that requires constant attention and upkeep. As I said, when I look at the person in the mirror in the morning, I stick my tongue out.”
She smiled and nodded. “You are happy with who you are.”
I smiled and shook my head. “I am not trying to be someone else.”
She smiled more. “Very good. We s...”
The door opened and Rasha jabbered something. Julya added, for my benefit, “They’ve started without us -- come along, please!”
Both of us got up and followed Rasha and Julya. Approaching a door that was partially open, we could hear moaning of a quite pleasant nature! Julya said something and the other two laughed. I could hear a pulsing 50-cycle hum as well.
We entered a fifteen or so by twenty room set up as an exercise room with mats on part of the floor, one mirror-covered wall with a barre, massage table pushed up against one wall, other cushions, large exercise balls.
But the center of attraction for the eight or so women in the room before us was the saddle. A young woman was in it, and one sitting behind her. The woman in the saddle had her head back against the one holding her, eyes closed as she moaned in ecstasy. Both her breasts were being held by the one behind her, who was also leaning over and looked to be biting her neck. I thought the one in the saddle was one of the ones who took things into the shop. Surprising, she looked to be fully clothed, still wearing white pants and the smock top.
The noise from the saddle was interesting. On 60 cycles, it had been pretty jumbled. On 50 cycles, it was purring and pulsing, and having a definite effect on the young lady!
She was working up to another one, her vocalizations becoming more insistent as she got closer, collapsing with a moaning sigh. If not for being held up, she would have fallen over.
Julya moved in, kneeling and hitting a switch stopping it, talking to the crowd as she moved the lever holding in the occupant. Two colleagues took the dear by the arms and pulled her to a different spot on the mats. The crotch of her pants looked quite damp. She looked to be out. Nice way to go!
“Whoa!” I muttered as the one sitting on the back of the saddle straightened up, flung her hair back, and turned giving me a smoldering look. She had dark brown hair to the bottoms of her shoulder blades, hair that reminded me of that incredible fur coat. But what triggered my comment was her very prominent, very large and firm looking breasts, sticking out like ... like I’d never seen before. She said something, and Julya looked up to me and laughed, nodding, replying.
Julya looked to me again and said, “Petra says hello -- she will be working with you today.”
I could panic or I could smile -- I smiled and nodded. “I look forward to it, as you can imagine,” I told Julya. She snorked back a laugh and told Petra something, which had them both chuckling. I swear I could see Petra’s nipples standing out... Going to be a fun morning!
Julya got the cardboard box we’d brought and opened it -- pieces of fur? She took out a piece of some sheared fur, could have been mouton, and placed it in the saddle. She said something to the rest of the assembled crew, looking around. One of the girls stepped forward, and looking right at me, proceeded to strip! Pretty, athletic body, a B cup at best. Still, they were quite perky and looked tasty.
She took her seat in the saddle, making appreciative noises at the fur. Julya moved the lever snugging things up. With a glance back to Petra, the girl gave Julya a nod. Petra slid up right behind the girl, who leaned back against Petra, closing her eyes and smiling. Petra held her gently and nodded. Julya threw the switch.
That nice 50-cycle hum... Interesting, started out low with a slow pulsing, growing slowly in amplitude, the pulsing staying about the same frequency. Gee, the young lady in the saddle seemed to track the building intensity nicely...
But unlike the young woman before her, she just went with two (or was it three?), then sat up, moving away from Petra, reaching for the switch, which Julya hit for her. Julya and one of the others helped her up and wobbled her to one of the cushions where she sat with friends, holding on to their arms to steady herself, smiling, catching her breath.
We went through a succession of young ladies. Thought one was shy as she disrobed; she was teasing me.
The penultimate one, save for Rasha and her XO, she looked right at me as she disrobed. Oh my, much larger breasts, larger than Dasha, but not as big as either Julya or Petra, the Saddle’s unofficial co-pilot. The way she stretched and moved, she knew what caught my attention. She was beautiful, head to toe. She started to sit in the saddle, exchanging words with Petra. In response to something Petra said, and Julya made a remark, the young lady walked right to me!
Julya announced, “Kiki would like you to help...”
Kiki took my hands and drew me to in front of the saddle, to increasing noise from the crowd. She pushed on my shoulders, and I went to my knees.
As I went down, I ran my hands from her waist to her bottom, pulling her closer. I could smell her arousal; she was quite wet. I think watching made everyone horny as hell; I know I was. I pulled her closer and kissed her neatly trimmed thatch, moving lower, tilting her hips, going for her slit. She moaned, opening her legs to give me access; the crowd roared! Her hands found the back of my head as my tongue got closer to the mark, but she was pulled away and put in the saddle.
The look she gave me was one of intense sexual frustration. She held her arms out and pulled me closer. Our lips met. Hell, she was going for my tonsils, if not my larynx! I heard the buzzing start and felt a hand in the middle of my back encouraging me forward. I was on my knees, and scooted closer to the saddle to better hold her. She was moaning in my mouth, holding me, running her hands over me. I felt another pair of hands between us working on her breasts. A hand from behind me slid down my chest to my groin, giving me an enticing feel...
Kiki pulled away a bit, moaning out loud and pushing down on my shoulders, saying something. I aimed for a nipple, and from the enthusiastic response I think that was a good guess. Her arms flew around me, and I held on as best I could. After a long rolling one, she called out something else, pulling me back to kissing. I felt hands reaching around me and the buzzing stopped. She panted as we kissed. I held her, running my hands over her shoulders and back.
Other hands intruded, helping her up, moving me back.
When I was helped back, I landed sitting on a towel-covered cushion two feet by five feet or so and a few inches high, sitting on top of the other cushions. Looking around the XO was in the room, Julya and Rasha were gone, and a pair of the younger ladies were with us tending to a cart full of goodies.
Petra moved forward from her back seat on the saddle, looking into my eyes, right into my lap. I was quite hard; she wrapped her legs around my waist and proceeded to pull off her top. As she reached behind herself to unhook her bra, I leaned forward, burying my head between her breasts and holding her waist. She laughed and after more fiddling behind her, wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me tight. So good!
She scooted back, moving away, and stood, dropping her bra. She stood in front of me, feet spread. I took the invitation, kissing my way to heaven. As before, though, I only got a taste before she moved once more, taking her place in the saddle. I started to move forward, but the XO and the two young ladies stopped me. One helped me slip out of the robe. Leaning me back momentarily, they also took my shorts. Eager hands rolled a condom on to me -- encouraging! Leaning me up again, one of them slipped something over my head, to my nose -- a nasal cannula? I nodded, repositioning it. Someone snugged it up behind my head.
“You know this?” the XO asked.
“Yes,” I replied, nodding.
She smiled and said something to the ladies, who took my hands and placed them on Petra’s beautiful breasts. “For now, touch only, understand?”
I held her breasts, stroking the sides gently. She smiled and looked into my eyes. “Yes,” I replied.
Someone hit the switch. I held and stroked Petra’s breasts, our eyes locked together. Her breathing picked up; I could feel her moving. I did what I could to help. As she sounded like she was getting close, I focused attention on her nipples, rolling them gently and generating quite the response.
I thought we would go another round or two -- I was mistaken. Petra said something, and the saddle’s buzzing stopped. Hands pulled me back on to the cushion a ways, and to my back.
Petra all but jumped me, on top of me, guiding me inside, pressing down, rocking a bit and crying out, then leaning forward. Such a triumphant smile! She leaned forward as someone lifted my shoulders, propping me up on the cushion. Petra attached me to her nipple, filling me.
She smothered me to her, and that’s when I felt coolness through the cannula! I closed my eyes, holding on, devouring, rocking my hips, holding her waist, holding her shoulders. So good, being smothered to her yet still being able to breathe. Rocking, rocking, so good, and starting to get close...
I moaned to let her know, pulling her on top of me, her weight so good. Rocking and swirling her hips, squeezing me to her nipple, saying something, I’m so close and then there’s a hand on my balls and it’s all over, holding on as best I can as I’m filling her, hardly noticing the coolness from the cannula change until my arms are slipping and...
Waking up, eyes covered, on my back. Trying to move. Hands on me, “Hold still and relax, darling,” in my ear. I moved my hips and legs a little, twitchy. Coolness through the cannula still, relaxing. A nipple and breast filled me, insuring I breathed through my nose and the cannula. Hands and a mouth on my cock encouraged me to take deep breaths...
Waking to a mask on my face, moving a little. “Deep breathing darling, only oxygen,” whispered in my ear. Blinking my eyes open, my face felt ... taut, tingling? Young lady on my right lifted the back of what I was on to sitting. “Thank you,” I told her. She smiled, sliding an automatic blood pressure cuff up my arm. Remembered her from the earlier show. She held my arm and hit the button on the cuff’s display box. Whirr, inflate, pause, and inflate some more. Deflating in steps to rapid beeps as I felt pulse in my arm.
But the young lady frowned and moved the cuff to my left arm, repeating the process. She even repeated the frown. She removed the cuff and with a smile, left the room.
I looked at my hands -- nice! Nails trimmed and polished, something with the cuticles as well. Pulled up a foot -- toenails too! Looked like the skin on the backs of my hands had been refinished; my feet were definitely minus some calluses.
The XO, the young lady from before, and Kiki came in carrying a manual BP cuff and stethoscope. Kiki smiled, put the cuff on my right arm, held my arm in hers, placing the stethoscope and doing it the old fashioned way. Releasing the pressure, watching, calling off numbers (not in English), shrugging.
The XO nodded. “Professor Marsh, you have had anesthesia in the past?”
I smiled and nodded, guessing where this was going. “Yes,” I agreed.
She frowned. “And the results?”
I sighed. “Cold hands and feet, high blood pressure, increased heart rate, twitching muscles.”
The XO frowned and nodded. She spoke with the gal who took my BP, who nodded. XO said, “Kiki will help you get dressed. We will return in a moment.”
“Thank you, Kiki,” I said, looking in her eyes as she took off the cuff.
I was a little shaky as I got dressed, glad for the help. I pressed the nailbed of my right index finger testing cap refill -- I shook my head -- kinda slow. Kiki repeated with a different finger and agreed with my assessment, indicating poor peripheral circulation.
Putting on my pants, I glanced in a mirror -- what a surprise! What a difference! Hair, eyebrows tamed, my hair lightened. Skin looked a lot better. Pretty amazing. Sat down and did socks and shoes. “Very good work!” I told Kiki. She smiled and said, “Thank you.”
Julya, Rasha, and the XO entered.
Julya said, “What a dashing man!” giving me a hug, then switched to her own language talking with the others. Rasha was proud of her team’s work, that was evident.
The XO took over, gesturing to me, talking for a bit, then to Kiki, who initially looked surprised, but then looked at me and smiled. Julya smirked, shaking her head.
The XO turned to me. “Professor Marsh. In my country I was Medical Doctor. Here, we are still climbing mountains of paper. Also, Kiki was top emergency room Nurse. As you surmised, you are having reaction to anesthesia used earlier. This reaction is not serious, but it is of concern. We are sending Kiki back to watch you,” she smirked, “very closely. Kiki will re-check your blood pressure after you have been laying down quietly. If your blood pressure has not dropped, Kiki will give you medication. She will continue to monitor you.” She spoke to the others, placing extra emphasis on some phrases, looking at Kiki and Julya, both of whom nodded but smirked.
“The last time you had this, do you recall how long it took you to recover?” the XO asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t remember -- I was recovering from surgery over a few days.”
She nodded. “This will resolve within half a day to two days. This will not be a problem.” She smiled. “And Kiki will take good care of you.”
“Who would not want to take care of such a handsome man,” Julya said, then turned to Rasha, praising her work I’d guess. Kiki ducked out on us.
More conversation among them. Julya pulled me to standing; I hugged her close. My hands and feet definitely felt cold. I was feeling twitchy as well. “We will soon go home,” she told me.
I thanked Rasha, and her XO. I would have liked to thank Petra as well... We headed to the back door, picking up Kiki, who had changed clothes and had two bags with her. She talked with Julya as we walked.
I think Kiki opened the back door. Bright sun hit me and I backed up, bumping Julya, as I reached into the pocket of my jacket for my sunglasses. “Too bright!” I exclaimed - explained.
Into the car, and away we went. Except that shortly after we started moving, “Jesus,” I said, closing my eyes and putting a hand over my face.
“Something is the matter?” Julya asked, concerned.
“Seeing the motion is not good for me; I am okay with my eyes closed,” I told her.
She translated, as I’d expected. I felt hands from the back seat urging me back in the seat, pulling my head back against the headrest. I reached with my right hand for buttons to adjust the seat, and found the one for the seat back, lowering it some.
“This is much better,” I told them. Julya and Kiki had a short conversation. Kiki put a hand on my shoulder.
The two of them talked a bit on the drive back. At one point Kiki gently stroked the sides of my head, which was very nice.
Thought I recognized the freeway offramp, and the succession of slower surface streets. Yes, turning into the driveway and stopping.
I hit the button to raise the seat back and opened my eyes, also popping off the seat belt.
Lucky the area was somewhat shaded. I opened the door and started to get out when a hand clamped on my left shoulder. Kiki said something, and Julya told me, “Wait please for Kiki to help.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
Kiki got out and closed her door. I swung my legs out and took a breath. Hands and feet still cold, damn twitchy as well, and I needed to pee. I got up, slow and not too steady. I held Kiki, not just for balance... Julya had the trunk open as we walked back.
“We left the saddle?” I asked as she took out the cardboard box and Kiki’s bags.
“Oh yes -- they are using two days. We will pick up Friday with Dasha. I think this will be good business.”
“Why?” I asked, unsure what was going on.
“We will talk about such things later; work for you too. Right now someone wants to get you to bed...”
I took one of Kiki’s bags and she had the other as we walked together. We went upstairs.
“Use room for Dasha sister,” Julya called out.
Inside, we hugged briefly and I went to use the loo. My legs and my face both felt twitchy; hands and feet were cold. Looking at myself more closely in the mirror, they’d done quite a number on me! I felt my face -- very smooth! Trimmed the wild frizzy eyebrows, and yes, the nose as well. Even tidied up the mustache. Ran warm water over my wrists and hands for a bit; don’t know if that helped or not. Dried and headed back for bed.
Julya came in, through the door rather than through the fur closet. She spoke to Kiki, who was all smiles as she got undressed. Being in the bedroom, seeing her undress, standing there naked myself it was very easy to see what I was interested in... And Kiki paused to say something and give my erect cock a gentle fondle that weakened my knees... She gave me a kiss on the cheek and urged me to the bed as she went into the bathroom.
Julya shook her head and laughed softly. I got into bed, pulling the fur cover over me -- cold and twitchy.
Julya was holding a conversation with Kiki, still in the bathroom. I opened my eyes briefly to see what was going on -- Julya was at Dasha’s dressing table, looking over perfume bottles. I put my hands under my bottom to try and get them warm.
Motion on the bed -- I opened my eyes to see Kiki on all fours, dipping her shoulders down to slide her breasts through the fur, going up my legs. She paused at my groin, pressing into me. Both of us enjoyed that! She teased me more, pleasuring herself with the fur. Such a look, a glow on her face. Sliding over me, teasing me with her breasts, hands, and the rest of her body. But then she rolled off!
Only to pull back the cover enough to slide into bed, slide on top of me, and start sliding me into her. A smaller bottom than Dasha, a nice bottom. I held her waist as she moved on top of me.
Something soft dumped on top of me; I looked and Julya was standing by the side of the bed smirking. “Pleasure her with the fur, darling,” she told me, waved, and headed out.
A large piece of silver fox, a wrap or a throw... I took it and reached for her breasts, covering her torso with it, feeling her. Her hands went to the outside of it, pulling part of it up to her face as she rocked, her eyes closed, making wonderful noises. I paid attention to her breasts and her nipples, caressing her with the fur. She shifted her hips, moving differently, and oh my God, that was going to do it... I moaned, feeling it build.
She looked at me, an incredible smile on her face. One hand holding the fur to her face, I felt her other hand press against her lower abdomen. I was there, and tried to let her know. As I was filling her, I felt her quiver around me, her pleasure evident in her expression as she swirled her hips, looking at me so intently.
Moving the fur around, moving the part by her face, she leaned forward, caressing me with it, caressing both of us, putting part of it between us as she moved down to hold me to a nipple.
So good, and such a delicious scent as she held me and murmured to me, cradling my head and holding me close. I relaxed in her arms, fading as she held me.
I was in a very nice place, not awake and not asleep.
She got up after a while, returning with the BP cuff and checking my blood pressure again. She also held my hands, and my feet briefly. Still cold, my legs still twitchy. Vanished again.
Back with Julya in tow. “How are you feeling, darling? Your hands and feet?” Julya asked.
“My hands and feet are cold. I have a headache, and my legs still feel twitchy,” I told her.
After a brief conversation with Kiki, she told me, “Kiki is going to give you medicine.”
I’d been on my side for a while; she moved me to my back and gave me an injection in my right arm. I felt warm and fuzzy.
I’m not sure what happened. I don’t think I was there for all of what went on. Probably best I don’t have good memories of it. I was sad, but someone held me and talked with me.
I had my gallbladder taken out about six months before my family was killed. I spent a couple of days in bed, part of that with my wonderful wife holding me. Years later, I was still upset about losing them, the continued court fight on liability, so much crap.
I had someone to hold, and someone to hold me. I was in bed with Kiki; she was making noise rolling around in luscious furs. I went down on her, enjoying her so much, the feeling of being squeezed between warm thighs so arousing. Enjoying her, getting rolled to my back, smothered in furs and in her as she rode us to paradise. Settling in again together, holding on, and going back to sleep.
I got up in the middle of the night, thirsty and needing to pee. I felt a little wobbly, but better. My feet and hands felt warm, which was a big improvement. Sat on the can, cleaned up, drank some water. It was a little after two in the morning. Back to bed, snuggling up close to a delicious woman, resting my lips on the side of a breast only to have her pull me to her nipple.
Up at six to pee again, back in bed to snuggle up to her back.
Waking to the sensation of fur, spreading my legs more, so good. Opening my eyes to see Kiki on all fours between my legs with a thick silver fox throw draped over me as she dips and runs her breasts over my groin, pleasuring both of us. As she moved up, I reached for her, reached to tease and pleasure her. She moved the fur up and grabbed my arms, pinning them over my head, sitting on me and now teasing me with her breasts. Sliding across my face, not letting me have a nipple, smothering me between them, smothering me to one or the other.
She moved to the side suddenly, rolling to her back and pulling me on top of her. As I moved, I slid down a bit and moved up, sliding into her most of the way, laying on top of her, kissing her while I pleasured her face and head with the fur, rocking my hips to work in the rest of the way. My hands on her shoulders, I pushed up, thrusting into her as she picked up her knees. I tossed the fox up over her face and reached behind me to get a fur-covered cushion, putting it on top of her as well. As I grasped her legs, pulling them to my chest, she wrapped her arms around the cushion, enjoying the fur. I moistened a thumb to add to the fun, reaching down to pleasure her button.
My, that got a bit more noise from under the pile of furs! More noise and a very nice wiggle of the hips... Soon she pulled my hand away, leaning a knee to the side, arching her back. I pushed her top knee down, turning her partially to the side, letting me push in a little bit deeper. She moved a bit more, and pretty soon she was on her stomach and I was riding her bottom, but not for long as I filled her. I collapsed to her side, first pulling our hips closer and staying attached, then reaching up and pulling the cushion and furs more into her face. She pulled them down from her face some, panting as I kissed her neck. I flipped part of the cover over us so we wouldn’t get cold and held on to her.
Suddenly wide awake -- shit! I’m supposed to pick up Dasha!
End of part 4
Rev 2011/05/06
On to Part 5!
Fits tight
By silli_artie@hotmail.com
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