Saira IV

A man opened his eyes. There was no one in the room with him, but the lingering pressure made his ears ring, and the words of someone he could not see buzzed in the air. His vision went from blurry to double to clear as his mind opened to the evening air. He had dozed in the late afternoon. He got off of the floor and picked up the pillow he had slept on.

In the fading light he looked out the windows. Through the windows on the north side the snow of the mountain stopped fifty feet short of the clearing that contained the building. Through the south side windows he could see the hunting companions he had arrived with leaving in a truck, three in the front and two in the back, down a gravel road free of snow. The massive trees marked their progress out of sight. There were no sounds.

Puzzled by the silence the man took stock of his surroundings. There was a long, polished hardwood table, a straight table, with eight chairs pulled in around it. There was a longhorns mounted above a fireplace, which contained the dying embers of a fire. A small bookcase built into the wall contained travel books. On one entire wall was a map of the region.

The man walked out of the room. Lights hanging from the ceiling made everything light and comfortable to the eye. To his right in the hallway was the door to the outside world, and to his left the hall met the ancient tree. He walked to the first set of stairs and began to ascend.

The walls displayed hung photographs of different locations the world over. There were pictures of New Orleans, Havana, Barcelona, Turkey. In every one there was a little boy smiling at the person who took the pictures, or focussed on some activity. In some he was playing with toys, others drawing with crayons, and in one he was putting together the pieces of a large puzzle.

The second floor brought the sounds of a man and a woman making love. There were only three doors on the corridor, on the side closest to the ancient tree. The other side had a glassed in balcony that looked out over the floor of the great forest that stretched out and away from the spectacular hunting camp.

Not wanting to disturb anyone staying in the rooms the man continued climbing the stairs to the third floor, by walking twenty five paces to the north. That was the manner in which the structure pulled away from the tree and moved over the massive two story columns that held up the third floor, which was completely separated from the tree.

The stairs changed style after the second floor. The walls opened out around the stairway, with banisters of wrought iron, with twirling rose vines and flower reliefs. The third story revealed walls of polished walnut, finished super smooth and shiny. There were two women sitting on a leather covered seat with metal legs. Their eyes drank in the sight of the man, and they both smiled.

The women wore shiny latex bras with opened nipples, one with double straps around the center f the breasts, the other with little gold chains hanging over them above the vinyl. One woman smirked and stood up, walking away in knee high leather boots and a leather skirt that was open assed, revealing the a tiny leather g string that ran up between her cheeks and covered her sphincter. The other woman looked at the man and licked her upper lip lasciviously, a devilish gleam in her eyes.

The girl, in her late twenties, had on a leather collar and a small leather bikini bottom. She was wearing high heels and lace stockings with no garters. The air crackled with the clarity of the giving and open sexuality. Her name was Saira.

The man, Roger, walked over to her to ask her something, like where she came from or who she was. Before he got to her the words were gone. The sight of her made his manhood swell and throb with such a deep intensity he could find no thoughts left, but only desire for her flesh.

Saira stood up off of the seat and took two steps to the man. He grabbed her before she reached him, and he pulled her body close to his. Roger picked her up in his arms to carry her to a bed. They both knew the nature of the dwelling, and the closest door held an empty room.

Saira tore at his shirt even as he settled her down on the mattress. Roger took it off as she grappled with his belt an his pants button. She had them open and his fly down before he could get his shirt off. She pulled his pants down and grabbed at his cock, greedily plunging it into her mouth, licking and sucking it as the veins bulged and the blood swelled to a purplish color. She bobbed her mouth up and down upon it, but she was interrupted. His desire to be inside her was just too great for him to allow her to continue the tongue worship.

He yanked off her bikini, likely damaging it beyond repair. He pushed her down upon the bed as she guided him inside her. She cried out as he plunged into her to the hilt. The moisture of her pussy bubbled out around him, and the contact as he began to pump in and out of her caused her to moan and writhe uncontrollably.

Roger held her wrists with one hand above her head and with the other pulled at a ring at the back of her throat, just enough to inhibit her oxygen flow and increase her dizzying surrender to the pleasure. He licked her ear lobe ever so lightly as he moved inside her, tickling her with his tongue and tormenting her senses even further.

Roger's pelvis pounded Saira's clitoris sternly with every stroke, causing her to react with gasps and shaking. She was unable to control her climax as he mastered her, dragging her awareness out into one long earth shattering submission to the feeling. She screamed several times, but he was not finished.

Driving with every fiber of his being the man finally felt the explosion of orgasm in his brain as his seed exploded inside her. He made one strangled little sound as he let go of her collar and her wrists and pulled her body in as close to his contours as he could, kissing her on the cheek and mouth.

“That was good, Roger,” Saira purred. “Did you enjoy it?”

“You know I always do,' he responded.