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Subject: Garters and Lace: Jasmine
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Date: Thu, 09 Jan 97 03:02:44 -0800

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Garters and Lace:Jasmine

Jasmine stood on the balcony in the moonlight admiring the stars.
Dressed in a gem embroidered bustier and a hip hugging skirt, her
hair long and flowing freely, tickling the small of her back. Her
skirts whispered against her slim ankles with each movement. She
glanced one last time at the moon, a soft sigh escaped her
lips. "If only I could freeze this moment," she sighed. The sound
of activity below interrupted her musings. 

(soft knock on the door)

"Yes?" She knew that it was time to entertain. "The guests have
arrived. I'm to accompany you to his highness suite." Jasmine was
nervous, she has entertained countless VIP's and attended endless
parties, but she couldn't calm herself. She never entertained a
Prince. Jasmine inhaled deeply, then opened the door to bid the
servant entrance. "You are so beautiful," he exclaimed. "His
highness will be thrilled." She managed a smile, then followed
the servant down the long corridor. Her footsteps were muffled on
the marble floor by her soft satin slippers.

Jasmine adjusted the veil so it could obscure her face. She knew
it would add to the mystery, since imagination leads to desire.
They entered a large room, candles were position in various
locations, she assumed to create a particular image. The servant
bowed low, as customary to his master. "Your highness, she has
arrived." Jasmine's gazed searched the sea of faces for the one
who requested her presence. Her quick glance around the room
revealed nothing. There were five men in attendance, all dressed
in dark robes, their bronzed skins and dark silky hair revealed
their Indian heritage. But there was one that stood out from the
rest, his skin was more olive than the deep bronze of his
companions. His eyes were dark, almost black, its' keen appraisal
of her body missed nothing. They seem to absorb every pore, every
fiber of her being. Jasmine felt a sudden warmth between her
legs, the stranger's gaze was having an effect on her. "Come
closer," he commanded. Her feet seem to have a mind of its' own
as it walked toward the sound of his voice. "Turn around, I want
to see all of you." She obeyed. A faint tinkling sound could be
heard as she turned slowly. She was proud of her body, the smooth
skin and shapely curves drove men savage with desire. She wore
the sheer skirt low on her hips, revealing her navel and taut
abdomen, years of belly dancing kept her firm, her muscles
defined. The rapid breathing of her audience could be heard, she
knew they desired her. 

(hands clap twice)


Suddenly, music played softly in the background, she allowed the
hypnotic sound to take control of her body. She moved slowly at
first, just enough for her skirts to lift slightly around her
ankles. She loved the feel of the soft silk against her skin,
grazing her nipples. With a quick maneuver of her feet, she
removed her slippers so she could dance in her bare feet. Jasmine
begin to swirl faster, the candlelight caught her gold arm
bracelets, then glittered. She stole a glance at her captive
audience and noticed most of them were openly masturbating. The
tempo increased, her skirts swirled around her legs, lifting
higher with each turn. Her hips beckoned their lust to give free
rein to their desires.  Faster, her pulses racing, in rhythm with
the music. Faster, she held her arms high over her head, the
position cause her full breasts threatened to explode from its
confinement. 

(Arghhhhh)


First one roar, then more followed. She was familiar with the
sound, their voices echoed as their cocks exploded into the air.
She was thankful that the Prince wasn't one of them. For some
reason she wanted him to wait. Jasmine sensed someone was
approaching, she never missed a step when she opened her eyes.
She knew he would come to her, her sensuous movement called out
to him. Only a man of noble birth recognized the dance of the
seven veils. Its silent message conveying desires to ones lover.
The handsome man  stood before her, he reached a hand out
to touch her skirt, he knew one section of her sheer skirt would
slip easily into his hands. With a gently tug a veil released
from the skirt, floating delicately to the floor. She twirled
away from him, teasing and urging him to follow. His companions
sat mesmerized as each veil was removed, until she stood exposed
to their hungry eyes.

She continued to spin, faster and faster as the tempo increased
even more. He couldn't move, her beauty compelled him to watch,
then she stopped, her breathing rapid, the sheen on her breasts
was glistened with sweat. He had to taste her, to feel that she
does exist, and not some vision that will evaporate once he
spoken. He removed the veil that concealed her face...slowly so
his eyes could drank every feature. He ran his fingers through
her long, thick tresses, marvelling at the soft, silky feel. He
unbuttoned her bustier one at a time, his fingers lingering in a
caress. Her full lips were parted and wet, he had to..no...must
taste their sweetness. Oblivious to his companions he kissed her
with ferocity. Holding the back of her head, he pressed her face
against his. Jasmine could feel the evidence of his desire
against her thigh. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. But
she was here to do a job, not for her own pleasure.

He guided her to the over-stuffed pillows, his companions
surrounded them, watching in fascination. She didn't care as long
as he continued to bring her to new heights. He stopped kissing
her long enough to remove the bustier, then slid his tongue back
inside her mouth. Jasmine could hear the moans of the other men,
she relished the sound of their excitement. "Jaffe, let me sample
her treasure first." Jasmine repeated the Prince's name in her
mind. "Jaffe." She liked the sound of it. He ignored them, his
hands caressed the curve of her hip to coax her legs open. The
slight pressure on her heated skin made her moan for more contact
as she arched her back to press against his chest. Jaffe rolled
over, taking Jasmine with him so she could sit on top of him. She
knew what he wanted without hearing his words.

She stroked his maleness slow, his face contorted in pleasure,
the rapid beating of his heart could be heard above the murmurs
of the others. She straddle his hips, then gripped his swollen
member firmly. Jaffe gasped, enjoying the pressure. His cock's
head was throbbing in anticipation of warmth. "Not yet," she
purred. His pleading gaze watched the dark hair enchantress
stroke his eager shaft. Evidence of precum wet the tip, he
couldn't wait to feel her tight snatch any longer. "Please," he
bedded, his voice raspy with desire. Jasmine guided him inside
her slowly. His started to buck, she knew he was trying to rush
penetration, but she wouldn't allow it. Sliding mid-way, she
stopped to let him feel her pussy's spasms, gripping, then
releasing him. "Ahhhhhh....oh...gooooooooddddd.....aaahhhhh." He
thrashed about, she had to lean forward to grabbed his shoulders
for support. His forceful thrusts pushed deeper with each stroke,
their moans mingled in ecstasy. "Jaffe, I'm right behind." One of
his companions exclaimed. Jasmine knew he literally meant "right
behind", she felt a finger slide in her tight asshole as Jaffe
continued probe her cunt with his rod. "Mmmmmpppfff....deeper,"
she said as the sensation caused more juices to flow down Jaffe's
cock. 

The finger slid completely out of her anus, but before she could
protest, it was replaced by a much larger object. "OHHHHHHHH....
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS." She cried out in delight
as the companion gently inserted his cock head inside her ass. He
grunted, sliding as gently as he could. Soft squishy sound echoed
around them, whether from her cunt or ass, no one seem to care.
The others stood back in amazement as they watched their friends
make love to one woman. Tired of being left out another companion
knelt in front of her. Jasmine saw the shiny head slick with
precum pointing towards her mouth. He stroked his stiff shaft in
front of her, hoping she would latch on and suck from his meaty
bottle. Jasmine swirled her tongue around the tip, flicking it
back and forth in rapid succession. He grabbed her head for
support, his actions spurred her to slide down his shaft.
"EEEEEGGGOOOOSSSHHHH...MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM." He pumped his cock in
and out of her mouth. The other two was content with watching the
show for now. They stroke their throbbing tools, awaiting the
incredible orgasm that would soon take place.

Jaffe pumped faster, his friend's cock keeping pace with his
rhythmic strokes. Her ass muscles bared down on Jaffe's cock with
each stroke of his friend's mighty thrusts. Faster, all three
cocks fucked her with fury. Moans mingled with heavy breathing
and sweat as all were nearing their climax. Jasmine cried out
first, her pussy unuse to the sweet torture contracted, then
released a hot flow of sweet cum onto Jaffe's rod. . Both men
feeling her powerful contractions swelled in unison then exploded
inside of her ass and thoroughly soaked snatch.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.......OOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"They cried out, riding the wave of pleasure." Hot cum covered
her face and neck, she smeared it on her breasts, swirling her
fingers around her sensitive nipples.. 

The men laid on the pillows panting from exertion, the other two
approached her cum soaked body. One knelt between her legs to
lick her clean. His tongue probed tenderly, seeking every drop.
Jasmine moaned at his tender ministrations. The other licked her
face and joined her hands with his while she massaged her
breasts. His large hands manipulated the tiny buds, until she
moaned her delight. He straddled her face, then lowered his body
slightly so she could lick his jism-filled balls. He stroked his
shaft with each flick of her tongue, until he couldn't stand the
pace any longer. He increased his strokes as she sucked his
tender balls gently.The Sucking sounds were loud as her mouth
covered most of the weighted gems. Her pussy walls contracted, it
was hungry for another release. The other continued to lick her
pussy with zest, until she begged him to enter her. Aware of his
friends pleasure, he knelt between her legs, resting on the heels
of his feet, allowing room for both of them. He gently entered
her, leaning back so she could rub her clit. His friend continued
to hover over her, stroking his throbbing mass as she licked and
sucked. He increased his strokes, gaining speed with each moan.
His cock was about to burst for waiting so long for a release. He
knew his friend felt the same. Faster, fucking, sucking, and
stroking until his friend let out a strangled cry, spraying the
air with his jism.  Jasmine continued to lick his balls as it
dripped down her breasts, pooling underneath her neck. Thrusting
deeper, harder, he was about to join his friend in his
explosion..."OOOOOOOOO YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
UUHHHHHH......HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." He pumped every drop of his seed
inside her as Jasmine came with another unimaginable force. 

(three hours later)


Jasmine was on her way back to New York, her thoughts travelled
back to the passionate exchange a few hours ago. "Damn, I won't
be able to work for two weeks," she said with an exasperated
sigh. She settled back in her seat, watching the clouds form.


The End

Selena Long                   Coming: Garters and Lace:Mona

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