Chapter One

 

Leonitus Eleftherios Agathangelos, Lycabettus Hill, Athens His magic words, "Do you fancy a weekend in Paris?"

"Yes," from Lu. It was a foregone conclusion.

 

Leo whistled softly as he shaved and readied for their little celebration. He swallowed. This woman in his life. Set up as his Athens mistress. A conquest, most definitely.

Earlier out on their private deck, Lu glanced over the table one last time. She recognized the crest of the vintage bottle of bubbly on ice. It was from the Agathangelos vineyards out on Crete. Sparks jittered inside her as the evening set. Spread out below her, lights came on all over Athens. Most brightly were the ones that lit the Parthenon.

Lu fussed with her outfit. And tightened the bow on her tulle skirt. Its many layers shimmered in luminous shades of pink. On top, she wore one of her bare-breasted pink silk satin bustiers and Leo's latest gift. The diamond nipple clips. She shivered at the sensation of their bite.

Later, at their special meal, they lingered and luxuriated in conversation and camaraderie. He teased her, "My mystical creature." Then his laugh. It shook through her. And vibrated in that special spot. "One who loves to suck my cock," he added. Unnecessarily.

He had her interest. She thought this was an invitation and leaned forward. Her hand reached for his zipper. Her tongue formed a point. Nub fluttered below.

He gathered up her face and said, "Not yet." And stopped her. "I want to make you wait." Leo was not new to the world of romantic indiscretions. Yet with Lu? Her many charms and attributes had taken him to all new heights. His libido soared. Never, not once, had she ever disappointed him. He laughed again and looked down at her wrists. They were still red from being bound earlier. "Done?" he had asked her. Apparently not.

Soon. He knew. Once again, her begs for more would fill the dark night. Voracious came to mind. Insatiable. Incorrigible. He had even cut back on his usual relentless perusal of new twat. Lately, he had preferred to stick closer to home and get his kicks off on her. He was saving most of his juices for their times.

Originally consumed with curiosity, there was now a sparkle in his eye. He was secure in the knowledge there would be a fuck session to follow. He could take his time.

Along with dessert came the pearls. These were from his mother's dowry. Expensive matching earrings were in the second velvet box. This set would cost a fortune in today's market. The gift was Leo's token of this special moment in their lives. Later, he would like to have Cartier repurpose them for her. They belonged on her tits.

He settled her onto his lap and began slowly. A long kiss. "You set me on fire," he whispered the truth into her ear. Then moved on to tongue fuck her mouth. His breath now became short. Her cunt sauce oozed out and stained the back of her skirt in a glittery smear.

Finally they stood, Lu and her gentleman. In an elegant gesture, he offered his arm. After the walk into his bedroom, inside he was different. The gentleman was gone. He rammed her up against the wall. With a flip of his hand, he moved aside the sparkly layers of her skirt. Then? He looked down with a leer. And ogled her bare-naked slit like the perv that he was.

She had his attention.

He was Greek, after all. A barbarian. Not that many generations back, his forefathers had come down from the hills reeking of their favorite she-sheep. They were coarse men. And so was he. Underneath his expensive designer suit. And custom haircut. And polished British English. It was in his blood.

His nose went down first. He nudged in and rubbed her. And took a deep inhale of her cunt stink. His big hand came forward, one large finger wiggled in to feel her wetness. A probe and taste proved it. She was ready. His middle finger would smell of her for days.

In true reverence, he whispered, "Remarkable." The movement of his lips tickled her shaved girlie mound. His breath was hot. Then he stood and bent her backwards. Instantly, he grew. And increased. His body was preparing to fuck. A large hand grasped her round, soft bottom. His finger probed, still busy. He poked. Then flicked her clit. And attempted to give it a pinch. He asked, "This?"

Her answer was not a word. But a gasp. Then, "Yes." A wee drip of amber honey leaked out onto his finger. She added, "I want you inside." Her body pulsed. Her reaction to him was always the same. His virility caused spasms which tightened her hole. It twitched. Her cunt begged him to enter as she rode that big middle finger. Oh, the fun of it.

"What a pair we make," he told the truth.

In nature, these males are the dominant ones. Those allowed to mate.

His laughter again shook the room as she begged. He tapped the inside of his trousers left leg to show her and said, "Look." The hard ridge of his erection stood out. This was his tease. Preferring to always be knickerless, Leo knew the impact his ten inches had on women.

"For me?" A hoarseness crept into her voice. The sight of it set her on fire. Leo was hung. The changes in a man's body? "You astonish me." All so he could fuck a woman.

Leo removed her clips and pinched her nipples. Each plumped up with a hedonistic rush of pink. Lu's favorite color. They were a vivid virgin tittie pink.

She squirmed and let out a sigh. Her lips formed an, "Ohohoo. Oooh. O." These sensations made her soar. A song of orgasm began in her throat.

As she teetered there on high heels, she dropped her tulle skirt. Their voices were now loud. Neither one held back. She begged, he bellowed. In the past, their noises had gotten them kicked out of several hotels during their travels. It was obscene. There had been complaints.

Tonight, her tiny ribbon thong disappeared tightly up into her slick cunt. "Fuck me Leo," in a whisper now. She untied the tiny ribbons, turned around, and bent over.

"That's more like it," he admired the view. Trousers now on the floor, he stepped forward to enter her. Stiff cock in his hand. His old friend. Pointed at her slippery girlie hole, he began the exquisite glide in on her pussy juices. Flames of passion engulfed her. She writhed, now in the throes. And twisted. This was her dance on his hot flanged end. As her bulbous tits swayed from side to side, he reached around for a pinch.

Lu braced herself against the wall, her eyes disappearing up toward heaven. Nostrils flared wide in the combined smell of them. Rhythms came from somewhere deep inside. Her feral reaction to his pinch of her nipples and cock entry was beyond bearable. "Leo," was all she could sing. "Leeeeeo," her one word aria of orgasm rose. "Leo." Then she shrieked in the waves of cumming, "Ooohoooo. O."

Here it was, one of life's best moments. Her beg for his fuck. Still, "What Lu?" He made her wait. "Miden, ena, dio," he counted to ten. "What?" He tried thoughts of mountain snow and a climb in Kalymnos to slow himself down. "Tell me what you want Lu." His dive into the icy waters at the Mykonos wreck. Kicking down into the blue cold. This time, none of this cooled his ardor. He was hard as a rock. Primal response took over, and he began to shove deeper into her. Then he teased and roared out another laugh. "Not yet," he told her. Against her wishes, he pulled nearly all the way out. And raked along all her spots on the way. "I want to hear you beg for it," into her ear. "Again."

The song was still in her throat. "Ohhhh," her aria soared. "O." Then finally, "Fuck me Leo."

His thrust nearly knocked her over. Then the agony of his pull out. One last push, then nature took over. A spasm began to rock him. He had gotten there too fast. She did that to him. He recited the alphabet, "Alpha, beta, gamma, delta." Didn't help. He was here now and hovered on the edge of ejaculation. Still, he held onto it. He gripped tightly. Clenched his ass muscles. Held his breath. His eyes rolled back. He was light-headed. Her wet panties were now in his mouth, full of her goo. It was an out-of-body experience. Hers were high arias of orgasm and his were noises of a feral animal. Unable to hold on any longer, he finally unclenched and let go. His spray was ungodly.

Her knees buckled as he lifted her up. Now facing him, her legs tightly clasped his waist. Blue eyes shut. Her body was up against his. Impaled.

Still nearly fully erect, they made it to the bed. Her hands shook. Again, he reached between her legs to search for her gem. Now sticky from their cum. He rolled onto his back. This time, he would let her climb on top. He would succumb to the entire experience. It was free. Handless. She pumped and rocked on him. Her big tits slapping him in the face. His voice called out her name in passion. "Lu. Lu," with each thrust. This time, her turn to make him want it. Her intention. He did not wait and exploded into her with his second cum. Their combined goo spread out in a pearly puddle on the sheets.

Later that night, they would tie each other up. Taking turns, she got hers first. His silk neckties secured her wrists to the headboard. Old school ties never looked so good. He pawed through his bedside drawer of toys and searched for his favorite. "Ah-hah," when he found it. "There it is." The clit twitch.

Later, much later, she stepped from the shower. And returned.

Next, his turn. "Move to the end of the bed, please, Leo." She knotted a pair of her own soft silky nylons on each ankle and spread his legs wide. The satin mask was lowered into place to cover his eyes. She looked down and watched. "I think he likes this," she said, the obvious. His cock twitched already in anticipation. Then thumped. At these times, he thought he was all done. None left to give. But she had found out. This was not so. He fancied a wee bite of the whip. It pleased him immensely when his old faithful once again spasmed alive and inched out of where it had hidden in the deep pink wrinkles and folds. It recoiled, then flinched again with each snap, as if it were alive. With his eyes covered, he completely soared and savored the ecstasy. His balls loosened and distended along his leg in a luxurious sprawl as she continued the expert strike with her wrist.

The well placed flick. In the darkened room, he jerked and yelled at the sensation until he lost his voice. Each hit moved him closer. So close. Leo's face was now reddened by the effort to hold back. "Hang on to it," Lu coached. She wanted to keep the soaring of his ejaculation just there. His turn to wait to spill. "Not until I say so," she reminded him. He was one snap away from his spew. Fully erect. Straight up. Cock head lined with red welts and swollen from the strikes. Lu took her time. Make him wait. She took her long middle finger and slid it into her own hole and coated it with her sticky stink. Then swirled it, mixed it around in the milky blue ooze of his cock. Then shoved it into his mouth. She tapped their flavor onto his tongue as he sucked her finger. That was it. His rigid penis could take no more and drew back a fraction, then visibly his hole widened and, mercifully, with her permission, it began to twist and shout. Leo began his last eruption of the night.

"You think Mister Leo will die?" the cook whispered in the kitchen below as the staff fixed breakfast. The women blushed red. Most of them knew exactly what was going on up there. It was not at all unusual for them to see Leo out on the deck in his altogether. His afternoon doze in the sun. They had watched his cock as his mind prowled and entered the labyrinth of yet another erotic escapade. Either from his book of memories or when he fantasized about a new adventure. What was formerly flaccid, limp, and lifeless as a dead lizard it would begin to twitch. "Alive," the two maids would point and hide their giggles. It would inch out longer. Until thick and rigid enough to begin the rise. The women stood transfixed as it grew into a monster. His soft snore and backyard birds were the only sounds. As it came up and began a thump against his belly, a pearly sheen appeared on the engorged head. In reflex, his hand automatically tightened around the thick shaft and began a jiggle. They scattered as his breath changed. And he began to wake up.

Downstairs, they retold it, "He was ready to go off."

The men? They were jealous. "Lucky fucker," they said. And jabbed each other in the ribs. His bellows and yells shook the rafters two floors above. This morning Leo had gotten worked over, but good.

Then the house was again quiet. The after sex slump. His resulting loss of consciousness. Leo's le petite mort, as the French call it. When the lovers finally got up, Lu was still in her lacy garter belt and silk stockings, soiled beyond repair. The exquisite Chantilly lace torn.

 

Leo spent most of the flight to Paris, glasses on, going over his daily stack of diplomatic papers. Pen in hand, Lu tried to do the same. She had worn a couple of special things underneath in anticipation of a romp at thirty thousand feet in the air. He had really meant to get around to it as well. "Exactly," he commented when she whispered an inappropriate suggestion into his ear. But something else had caught his eye. And it didn't happen.

There was an article in the morning newspaper written to recap the career of a name he recognized. His first masturbation pinup. Now he got it. The attraction. Lu reminded him of her. Anna Nicole Smith.

An early lunch was their first interruption. She looked over at him. Her eyes locked onto his. She could see his arousal. Just didn't realize it was for someone else.

As they prepared to land, he caught her look, tossed his head back, and laughed. He loved Lu's pout. She was unhappy to be sitting there, unfucked. He remembered now. "Those eyes," he actually said out loud. Last night when he took a break from the bedroom, he had gone out onto his deck for a cigar. Pausing, he looked out over the night glow of Athens, then up at the Greek stars and constellations.

Lu joined him. On her knees. Her look up at him as she was giving him a suck, his big dick in her mouth? That sight was seared into his memory forever. "Those eyes," he had said. Even in the dark, he could see their beautiful Aegean blue. They glowed, as if lit from within. Like a cat's. His nymph. She watched his face as she worked him. Tongue busy at the back of his sensitive swollen cock head. Her light fingers tickled his balls. As he began his thrusts, still she watched him. Eyes wide. She saw things others didn't. Caught up in the rush, he grabbed at her head and pulled her in close to keep her there. He hovered right at the rim of his cum. And felt her swallow. His dick was deep in her throat. Then he fell over the edge into the freefall. Everything was wet. After all the sex they'd had, the spew surprised them both. His salty semen streamed out from both corners of her mouth. Out her nose. Down her chin. A wet slick gleamed in the dark.

Now she sat primly and brushed her wavy, long, white-blonde hair. And took the time to touch up her makeup. As if she needed that. Knowing full well he hadn't even messed her up on their flight.

His own longish dark hair was worn slicked back. The hand-tailored suit fit him perfectly. He paired a tennis player's body with playboy nonchalance. That was him. Somewhere north of his fifties.

She felt light-headed. Whose life was this? Whose was it? This all seemed an out-of-body experience. In her early twenties, most everything Leo did impressed her.

"Lu Darling?" He offered his hand as the side door opened. "Shall we?" They stepped out into the French air. This time, it was quiet. No photographers waited.

It would be a working vacation for them both. As former Prime Minister of Greece, he would be busy with diplomatic commitments. And Lu? She had appointments at Cartier and Valentino. And would start with Nigel, her personal assistant, in his office at Le Meurice.

There would be two cars parked at the private jet field of Beauvais-Tille. One to take Leo to the Greek Embassy on Auguste Vacquerie. And hers for the meeting with Nigel.

"Au revoir," and they kissed goodbye. Later that night, they would meet for drinks and a quiet dinner at their rented L'Appartement Ritz in Place Vendome.