The Immortal, Volume 1
Copyright© 2021 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 33
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 33 - Having outlived yet another wife, Jim is a lonely widower. When new neighbors arrive, he shunts aside his solitude to rejoin the world he protects, and has protected for several thousand years. He rediscovers old talents and skills, using them to bring pleasure to himself and others along the way. (2nd edition with updated prose uploaded 03242026.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Reluctant Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual CrossDressing Fiction Paranormal BDSM MaleDom Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Water Sports Public Sex
While tilting a bottle of water against parched lips, I leaned against the rough, twisted trunk of a scraggly tree. Not even midday, the blazing heat was already sending wavering bands across the desert floor. At the quiet creaking, my attention shifted to Mandy’s suspended body.
In the shade of a light canvas awning, she’d enjoyed an exciting morning. With limbs held vertically by shackles attached to ropes, she lay naked on her spine, swaddled in a leather sling. A shiny black curtain, long hair swayed below a dangling head as the sling spun lazily in a gentle breeze. Despite the twisting and the lace-trimmed blindfold, she still managed to track me.
The hunger kept her focused.
Beneath her, a circular trail of glistening mud marked both the water I’d just dribbled over her, and the fluids that oozed from every twinkling pink orifice. Cameras were set up around the scene.
“Who are you?” I growled while peeking at the nearest black lens.
“Y-your naughty, um, little slut, master,” she replied in a hoarse whisper.
A stronger gust sent a shock of dark hair swirling over the covered face. Her tongue flicked across shiny lips. She huffed, and a needy pelvis, glistening with sweat and rivulets of water, curled upward. The scent of that perspiration, her sex, and coconut sunscreen flooded my nostrils.
From the beginning, her desire was to be pushed. A quick glance at the riding crop in my other hand widened my smile. Once more I’d kept my end of the bargain and perhaps pushed her quicker than expected ... again.
Earlier that morning, she’d no clue about my plan. Her husband had been standing alone when my open-topped Jeep pulled up to their hotel. Impatient, Charles had been glancing at the elevators. After turning to me, with exasperation scrawled across a scrunched face, he sighed and shot me a weak grin.
“Sorry, Jim. She’s running late. You weren’t kidding. Acclimating to this place is important. Mandy could barely stay awake during dinner. Overslept.”
“No problem.” I’d snorted. “The desert will wait. It always does.”
With a slow nod, he’d chuckled. “That’s where you’re going today?”
“Yeah, a group of us are heading out. Show her the sights.” A laugh had died in my throat; his sexy wife would be the sight.
When at last she’d dashed from the elevator, a beaming smile flashed at me. The grin dimmed as her husband spun to track her approach. In russet cargo shorts, a neatly tucked olive blouse, and hiking boots, his wife also clutched the small backpack I’d suggested. One sneaky wink of those bright blue eyes, and a grin swept across my face. Yes, it contained my recommendations. The actual reason for her delayed arrival.
“Right. Off to the salt mines,” her husband said.
After planting a quick peck on her cheek, he shook my hand before glancing at his phone. Without saying anything more, he’d disappeared towards the conference center entrance. She shrugged and turned to me. The smile had returned.
“Good morning, master,” she’d whispered before biting deep into her lower lip.
“Drink up.” I winked, handing her a bottle of water. “Gonna need a lot more fluids today.”
Although long lashes had fluttered, instead of making a comment, the bottle rose to her lips as her footfalls followed me to the waiting vehicle. Also a rental Jeep, but a stockier version. Again, bright white and open-topped, this one possessed large off-road tires, a solid padded roll-bar, and a lengthy cargo bed.
Once her backpack sat stowed beside mine in the rear, I’d helped her up into the passenger seat. At the slide of my fingers along the back of a sleek, warm thigh, she’d whimpered and yanked the half-empty bottle from her lips.
“God, I missed you, master. All the dreams. Mmm, oh...”
Her voice had tapered into a moan when my digits eased under the shorts to squeeze a firm butt. After my smile at her reddening face, my hand left her, and I’d climbed into the driver’s seat.
While her hands gathered thick hair into a ponytail, the engine cranked to life. Soon enough, the already-warming arid air had been swirling around us as we drove from town.
My heart had been singing; yeah, she was amazing. No idea how many times the sexy minx exceeded my expectations, but there she was, beside me once again. Damn it, everything in the universe had felt so right. As it should be. Perfection.
Although we hadn’t spoken, every flash of those brilliant blue pools caught my attention. Yes, they’d been once more filled with curiosity as much as desire. Plus, trust also inhabited those vivid eyes.
That faith flared when we’d slowed at the outskirts to pull into a cracked asphalt parking lot. The old-style motel had seen much better days, but was ideal for my plan.
After halting before a battered green room door flanked by a rattling air conditioner, I’d hopped from the Jeep and grabbed her bag. My hand rose to help her from the tall vehicle.
Still silent, she’d stepped onto the dusty ground, then taken the bag and a room key from me. A quick tug and the blindfold appeared from my pocket. Although quivering, she’d taken the dangling lace-lined black strip.
“Go and change.” I’d gestured at the door. “Open up when you’re ready.”
Once the entrance creaked shut behind her, I’d zipped around, attaching the small cameras recommended by Gary. The pièce de résistance? A chuckle had left me as a tiny camera drone buzzed skyward. Once all the feeds were green on my phone, quick flicks sent a large, quilted mat across the hood of the Jeep. Just as the sturdy ropes and shackles sat affixed at its corners, the motel door squeaked.
When my focus shifted to the doorway, the entire universe had wobbled. As in, everything but the svelte silhouette faded, shuddered, and began a slow spin.
Once more in only translucent black lace panties and bra, she’d become beauty incarnate. Gone were the boots, and as she shuffled, five-inch black stilettos scraped on the threadbare carpet. With the blindfold tight to her face, she’d held out a palm. On it, shiny and black, the collar glinted in the morning sunlight.
“Who are you?” I’d asked.
With me striding toward the vision of loveliness, her shaking thighs had pressed together. Bright white teeth had gnawed at lips glossy with fresh red lipstick.
“Oh, God, Jim, um, master.” She’d gulped loud enough to scare a nearby bird into the heavy air. “I’m your really horny ... And, mmm, very naughty little slut.”
“Yeah, you are,” I said, grinning at the camera floating above us.
A few careful glides of my fingers later, and the black leather shone on her throat. When a snick resounded as the golden leash snapped into the front ring, an even louder gulp left her.
Slow tugs had eased the shaking beauty out into the sunlight, then toward the Jeep. Though her lips had widened, she’d stayed silent while being lifted onto the padded hood. At each shackle snapping around her limbs, her head had tracked every deliberate motion. Still no words; only whimpers had filled the air.
“Doin’ okay, slut?” I’d asked while cinching the ropes tight.
“Um-hmm, y-yes, master,” she’d murmured, then groaned when my hand caressed the sun-heated skin of her roiling stomach.
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