Author: Erato
Title: The Book of Azan
Universe: Azan
Keywords: MF, Msolo, F1st, cons
Language: English
Part: Chapter 2 of 11

CHAPTER 2

Over the next few days, by e-mail, Katie and I discussed some
ground rules and I tried to find out exactly what she wanted. She'd
tried masturbating before with a dildo, so she was no longer a
virgin 'physically', but she'd never really enjoyed it, and she
didn't think she'd ever had an orgasm. She wanted to be "schooled
in the art of love" (yes, that's really what she wrote). Anything
and everything.

Although we both trusted each other, we realised that if news of
our arrangement was ever to be found out by anyone else, it could
ruin both our lives. My marriage would be over, and her career
would be finished. So, although it sounds counter-intuitive, we
decided to video-tape (well, digital video on hard disk, but
analogue terminology is still popular) the whole night and each
keep a copy of the recording. Mutually assured destruction - it
worked during the cold war, so it would be sure to work with us.

Anne was going to be working night shifts, 8am until 8pm, from
Friday for a week. I made up some excuse about a client who wanted
me to do some server reconfiguration over the weekend. I often do
work like this on weekends, when the majority of my clients'
employees are out of the office, and extended periods of server
downtime are more acceptable.

I found a place willing to hire me a few high quality digital video
recorders, and tripods for positioning them. I would be able to
collect them from the shop on Saturday morning.

***

On the Wednesday before our meeting was due to take place, I had to
go into London for a meeting with a potential new client. Boring
database work, but it would probably pay well. The meeting went
well, and by two o'clock I left their office with a promise that
they'd call me with a firm offer early next week.

Walking back to the station, I had to go through Soho, London's red
light district, full of seedy bars, adult bookshops and sex shops.
On an impulse I decide to pop in to a sex shop, "Venus HQ", to pick
up some supplies for the weekend. Katie had said she wanted to try
anything and everything, and I had a feeling that some of those
things might require 'props'.

I smiled at the cute blond girl behind the counter and started
browsing the shelves. They had a small movie selection including a
range of DVDs from more arty films like "Rochelle, Rochelle" to the
more hard-core sounding "Lesbian Spank Inferno". There were the
usual variety of inflatable women, some more realistic than others,
and inflatable animals, presumably intended as joke gifts. I picked
up a small jar of lubrication and then came to the dildos section
of the store, in so far as the store was really divided into
'sections'.

I was amazed at the variety and the sheer number of dildos
available. Some were geometrically shaped, ranging from three inch,
slim, pink, plastic rods with vibrating mechanisms, to larger and
more expensive six and nine inch one-piece moulded brushed steel
truncheons. Others were more anatomically correct, with bulging
veins and engorged heads, and ranging up to implausible sizes, with
the biggest an 18 inch black cock, with a tear-inducing head and a
shaft as thick as my arm. Also, there were various others in
unusual shapes, unlike any organ a man has in nature, designed to
pleasure women in two or three different places simultaneously, or
for the use of two women simultaneously.

I chose a small, blue plastic vibrator, about three or four inches
long and about half an inch in diameter, plus a thicker, eight-inch
skin-coloured dildo with a slightly rubbery feel to it and a little
(but not much) flexibility. Another product that caught my eye was
a small, egg-shaped white vibrator, attached to a short cord. At
the other end of the cord was the control dial and battery
compartment.

"That one's no good," said the blond girl, who appeared behind me.
"This one's better," she said, "it's bigger, but the motor inside
is well stronger. When it's turned up to full, it almost feels like
it's gonna jump out of ya mouth! They're great!"

Jessica, as her name badge revealed, was shorter than she looked
when sitting behind the counter. About the same height as Katie.
She had short, light blond hair, a silver nose stud and was wearing
shocking pink lipstick. She was wearing black denim three-quarter
length jeans and a tight white T-shirt. Her breasts were on the
large side of average, but not huge. She looked very young to be
working in a shop like this - I wouldn't have pegged her for being
much over the age of 16, but to work in one of those places, you
have to be 18. Or I assume you do.

"Thanks," I said, picking up her recommendation, and embarrassedly
wondered if she thought the love-egg was for my own use. To make it
clear that I was planning on using these things with a partner I
motioned towards a pair of handcuffs. "I was thinking about these -
um, two pairs. But how can I be sure they work? I don't want to end
up chained up with these things, and not be able to get them back
open."

"Come back here," she said, "I'll show you."

With that she walked over to the door and slid the bolt shut,
turning around the 'closed' sign that hung on the window. She
slapped one end of a pair of handcuffs around my right wrist and
led me behind the counter and through the door. She fastened the
other end of the handcuffs around a sort of metal cage thing.

I looked around the room which was mostly dark, but with a few
shafts of natural light. The big metal doors were slightly ajar and
a cool breeze was blowing through the gap. They weren't open wide
enough to really see outside, but I assumed that this was a loading
bay leading onto some kind of alley. A loading bay that had hardly
been used since more innocent times when it would have taken
delivery of vegetables, or fish, or meat or something. But I didn't
really have the time or inclination to ponder the original use of
the building as Jessica tore down my trousers and got onto her
knees.

"You can tell me to stop at any time," she said and and beamed up
at me.

She slipped her hand into my boxers and released my growing dick,
then pulled down my pants so that they were around my ankles. She
shuffled up close to me and took my dick in her hands, resting her
face up against me so that the end of her nose was nestled at the
base, near my balls, with my shaft lying on her nose and forehead
and her short cropped hair tickling its head. She stayed there for
a few seconds, and I could feel each breath from her nostrils as
the warm air caressed my balls in the cold room.

I couldn't believe what was happening as I felt the moist warmth of
her tongue on lightly press against my scrotum. I watched as she
very slowly ran her pierced tongue along the underside of my shaft,
lingering momentarily at the tip.

She turned away and reached over to where I'd dropped my shopping
on the ground in the confusion. As she leaned over, twisting
sideways, I looked down her smooth back, and could see the shape of
her spine through her tight t-shirt. I could see a little of the
curvature of her bottom down the back of her jeans, and the top of
her butt crack. As she straightened herself back up, I noticed that
she was holding the unwrapped 'love egg' in her right hand.

With both hands, she parted my legs and used her thumb to push the
egg into my arse. I felt a sharp pain as the egg forced its way
through my tight sphincter, but within seconds it gave way to
relief when the device had positioned itself in a less sensitive
part of my posterior - only the slim cord was now hanging out of my
bum. The sensation was unusual but not uncomfortable at all.

Jessica turned her attention back to my front end, wrapping her
left hand around my now fully erect cock, and teasing the underside
of the head with the tip of her tongue. With her right hand, she
slowly turned the dial on the control box and I felt a low
vibration in my bowels. It was the same kind of feeling you get
when your stomach rumbles when you're hungry, but fainter - a mere
wisp of a feeling - not that I noticed that much with everything
else that the gorgeous blond was doing.

She wrapped her lips around the head of my dick, finally enveloping
it in the warm moisture of her mouth. Her tongue continued to
circle around the head, with the piercing rubbing against the
underside. She poked the tip of her tongue against my opening while
she turned up the dial on the egg. The rumbling was more noticeable
now, but to distract me from it again, she slowly started to slide
her lips down the length of my penis until she'd taken as much of
me as she could into her hot mouth without gagging.

As slowly and deliberately as she'd gone down, she came back up
again. As each inch of dick came back out of her mouth, I could
feel the cold air of the room against the now glistening wet skin.
Flecks of the girl's pink lipstick were visible around my shaft, so
I could see clearly how far she'd gone down. I'd been five, maybe
six inches into her mouth, and I'm not going to lie to you, that's
almost the whole way: another inch and a half and she'd have
reached the base.

After wrapping her warm lips around the head again, the started
working her left hand up and down the length of the shaft, as if
she was trying to pump my dick into her mouth. Slowly and lightly
at first, but after a few strokes, she started to grip more tightly
and move a bit faster. She upped the power to the love egg with her
right hand and I could feel it vibrating away in my bowels.

As she pumped my dick, she twisted her head slightly from side to
side, and I felt a slight twisting sensation on the head of my dick
and her lips moved around it. I could see the bulges in her cheek,
caused by the head of my pick pressing against the inside of her
mouth, and noticed the light freckling on her pale skin.

Then she was moving backwards and forwards, not going as deep as
she'd gone before, but taking my dick into her mouth repeatedly in
shorter shallow strokes. Her hand was moving synchronised with her
mouth: as her head went down on the end of my dick, her left hand
stroked downwards towards its base; as she pulled her head back,
she stroked back towards the tip. It felt like fucking a nice warm
pussy, but one with a bit of metal near the end.

She switched so that she was moving in the opposite way, with each
stroke of her hand pushing my dick further into her mouth as she
went down, and pulling it away again as she came up. A slight
change in style which produced an entirely different sensation. Her
saliva was lubricating my cock, covering her slender fingers, and
running down the base of my dick, dripping off my balls. I could
feel each drop caressing me as it gathered at the bottom of my
scrotum and fell. The saliva no longer felt cold on my skin, but my
whole package felt enveloped in a warm wetness.

As she dialled up the power on the love egg again, she grabbed my
balls in her left hand, gently massaging them. This beautiful blond
was now moving her head up and down along my shaft, sucking and
swirling as she took me deeper and deeper into her mouth with each
attempt. With my free hand, I grabbed her short hair and pulled her
closer onto me, thrusting forward with my hips, and plunging my
dick into her face until her lips were wrapped around the base of
my shaft. She looked up to me with her big blue eyes, with her
mouth full of my dick and held it in for a few seconds. She slid me
out and gasped for breath.

"Now, that's what I'm talking about!" she screamed.

My cock was now almost ready to erupt, but sensing that I was close
to cumming, she turned her attention to my balls, to delay the
inevitable. She released them from her hand and I watched as she
slid her left hand down the front of her jeans. She started rubbing
herself while licking my scrotum with her pierced tongue. The
feeling that I was close to cumming started to subside. The egg
shaking in my rectum was giving me a faint feeling of wanting to
pee. I could smell the sweet scent of her pussy as her juices
started flowing.

Still holding the control box, Jessica put her arm around behind
me, pulling me towards her while her lips went round the head of my
cock. I plunged deep inside her throat again as she grabbed hold of
my arse-cheeks and swallowed me down to the hilt. I could feel the
head of my cock forcing its way from the warm cave of her mouth in
and out of the narrow entrance to her throat.

The teen-aged girl gazed up at me as her head bobbed up and down on
my engorged rod, sometimes pulling away, gagging, only to return
moments later to the front line, pulling me deep inside her mouth.
All the while she was enthusiastically rubbing away at her own
snatch, with the scent of her quim growing ever stronger in the
loading bay.

I started to feel the familiar build-up of tension in my loins and
knew that I was going to cum hard. Again, with my free hand, I
grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting hard. She let go
of my buttocks and I felt the power in the egg ramping up. Now it
was like there was someone or something alive in my arse. As I
thrust into her face, it felt like that same thrusting was
happening inside me.

She looked up at me again, with her big blue eyes catching mine.
She'd let go of the control box and was now kneading at her pert
breasts with one hand, while still rubbing her pussy, ever more
vigorously with her left hand. Her mouth was full of my cock and I
was almost ready to explode. As I pulled her skull towards me, I
felt the head of my cock push into her tight throat again and a
torrent of cum coated the inside of her neck. My rectal muscles
contracted, gripping hard around the pulsating egg and pulling it
in even further. My knees gave way and I collapsed, still suspended
from the wrist by the handcuffs. As I dropped, my still-erect dick
slid out of her mouth, leaving a trail of thick jism down her chin
and onto her clean white t-shirt.

After powering down the egg, she came hard too, her left arm moving
fast and powerfully, probably penetrating herself deeply with
three, maybe four fingers. She moaned loudly and crouched down
lower to take my dick into her mouth again, sending shivers up my
spine. She sucked hard, slurping up every drop, and using her right
hand to sweep the cum off her chin and into her mouth, while her
left was still stroking her sweet crotch, now more slowly and
gently. As she sucked, I felt her shake as a shiver rippled through
her body.

I managed to straighten myself back up and stood there helpless,
half-naked, limp-dicked and chained up while she took a few minutes
to recover from her orgasm. She stood up and held her cum-soaked
left hand under my nose. I could smell her scent, and leaned
forward to lick her fingers clean, tasting the salty sweetness of
her cunt, lingering on the last finger, the smallest, and taking a
deep inward breath through my nose to savour the last of her juices.

She bent down and slipped the egg out of my arse, sending a shiver
up my spine, almost equal to another orgasm. She tossed the soiled
egg aside and said, "I'll get you another one."

She reached into her pocket to produce a small keyring, and
unfastened the cuffs from the metal cage wall. I opened my mouth to
thank her. "Sssh," she said, "you'll only ruin the moment." She
went through to the front of the store, leaving me to clean myself
up and dress myself again. I unfastened the handcuffs from my wrist
and went back out to the store.

Although I can't have been back there for long, when I went back to
the front of the shop, I found that she'd opened up the shop and
another customer was already browsing its wares - a young guy with
ginger hair, can't have been much older than 16. I went to the
counter, she took the handcuffs from me and slipped them into an
unmarked bag that was in front of her.

"I think that everything you wanted is in here," said Jessica,
"plus a few surprises from me." I began to take out my wallet to
pay, but she gestured that I should forget it and added, "consider
your debt settled."

As I left the store, I passed the kid who was browsing the shelves
and whispered, "I recommend the handcuffs here."