Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2000 20:48:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: margaret-24

As I looked around, it seemed much like a regular luxury hotel room.  I
suspected that the antique Spanish-colonial cabinet contained a
mini-bar rather than a TV, and the king-sized bed looked utterly
opulent.  There was a room-service cart by the bed, with two covered
dishes, two open bottles of wine, and two glasses.  One glass was half
full of red wine, the other of white.

Zeta led me gently by the hand to stand beside the bed.  With a gesture
toward the glasses, she asked, "Red or white?"

"White," I replied, and her hand reached out, but instead of handing me
a glass, Zeta simply dipped her fingers in the wine, as her other hand
flipped open the clasp of her robe to let it fall open.  Delicately she
applied the wine to her own visibly hardening nipple.  To my surprise,
it grew longer and longer, until it stuck out almost an inch from her
firm b-cup breast.

I accepted the implied offer, and bent to take Zeta's luscious pink nub
between my lips.  She gasped as I used my tongue to slide it back and
forth from one side of my mouth to the other, sucking gently as it grew
farther and farther into my mouth.  Her fingers gripped my hair as her
breath became ragged, but after a moment she pushed me away,
whispering, "No, not yet.  I want this to last."

Carefully Zeta guided me to the middle of the bed, where I lay on my
side facing her, with my head propped up on one hand.  I watched as she
carefully positioned the cart right up against the bed, near the
pillows.  She lifted the covers from the dishes. "I hope you like
seafood." she murmured, for there was a ring of shrimp surrounding a
small bowl of sauce, and four lobster tails, already broken open, baked
and sliced almost through; surrounding a butter-warmer that looked just
like Rachel's massage oil warmer.  Zeta lit the candle under the melted
butter, then slid onto the bed between me and the food.

Lying on her back, with the robe parted to completely reveal her lovely
body, Zeta reached up to pull my face down to hers for a long, soulful
kiss.  When she finally released me to catch my breath, she whispered,
"I want to be your feast.  What would you like first?  More wine?
Shrimp?  Lobster?"

"How about a shrimp?"  I cooperated.

Zeta reached for one of the plump pink curls and swirled it around in
the spicy red sauce, and I waited for her to hand it to me, or possibly
plop it right in my mouth.  But instead, she simply laid it down on her
navel, gasping slightly as the cold crustacean chilled her tummy.

I smiled.  This was going to be fun.  I moved to bend over Zeta's
tummy, where the sauce was slowly running off the shrimp and into her
navel.  My tongue slid inside the curve of the shrimp to penetrate her
belly button, carefully licking all around to leave no trace of the
sauce as I gripped the tasty morsel between my teeth.  Trailing its
dampness up her tummy, we tasted the shrimp mouth to mouth, until I
pulled away and grinned down at her as I pulled the tiny tail from my
mouth.

Zeta began to reach for another shrimp, but I softly stopped her.  I
leaned over her and ripped off a chunk of lobster tail, dipped it in
the melted butter, then dropped it with a gentle splop between her
breasts.  The butter spattered a bit, but that was just fine by me, as
I began to lick up the droplets from the inside of her cleavage. Zeta
pushed her breasts together, trapping my exploring tongue as it pushed
the succulent lobster-flesh along her valley.  Zeta purred with
pleasure, but seemed disappointed that no butter had splashed as far as
her nipples.

So Zeta sat up and turned her back to me for just a second, and when
she lay back down there were shrimps curled around her nipples.  Their
natural curve actually gripped those long hard nubs, announcing loudly
and clearly just where she wanted to be nibbled next.  I was delighted
to oblige, my teeth sinking into the tender shrimp-flesh, and softly
squeezing her nipples.  Zeta moaned as I sucked up all the spicy sauce.
 She groaned as I popped each little pink curlicue off of her rock-hard
nips.  After taking a moment to savour the tender flesh that was not
Zeta, I returned to nurse at her breast.

Zeta went wild, crying out to me that she needed attention between her
thighs, but I was having too much fun teasing at her nipples.  She
thrashed and kicked as I slipped a hand down her damp belly to play
with her soft pubic patch.  It was obvious that she wanted some intense
oral attention there, but I just kept my fingers dancing lightly up and
down the very edges of her slit.

Zeta's desire was obvious, as she attempted to hump her pussy up into
my hand.  "Oh no, my dear." I whispered to her, "You don't get to cum
yet!  I've hardly begun my feast!"  I reached for another morsel of
lobster and swirled it around in the butter, then brought it to hover
over her blonde curls, and let the warm butter drip slowly into her
bush.

Zeta moaned something that isn't a real word, but I got the idea she
liked it since she continued to raise her open pussy up toward the
dangling tidbit.  Well, if she wanted it so much, who was I to deny
her?  So I quickly slipped the chunk of lobster meat into her begging
vagina, then reached for another.  Zeta's hip movements became wilder
and wilder as I continued to drip melted butter on her slit, before
slipping the bit of lobster into her eager hole.

It wasn't long before I lost count of the bits of tail I stuffed in
Zeta's cunt, and soon she was oozing so much of her own butter that I
didn't have to use the contents of the warmer.

Finally Zeta could take my teasing no more.  She abruptly sat up and
pushed me onto my back, then crawled up on top of me.  "You deserve a
nice snack!" she told me as she positioned herself kneeling over my
upper arms and staring down into my eyes.

I stared back up at Zeta as her lovely pink cunt lips slowly lowered
onto my mouth.  It was as if I were a UFO worshipper, and the Ultimate
Spaceship were descending on me to carry me off to the farthest reaches
of universal ecstasy.

Gradually her wavy flesh parted and a cum-coated dollop of lobster
popped out of her vagina and landed on my tongue.  Instinctively I
guided it into my mouth.  As I slowly chewed, my eyes locked with
Zeta's, and I could tell that she was imagining what it would feel like
for me to nibble on the delicious clit that was so close to my lips.

Plop!  Another bit of lobster was released and I caught it in my mouth
to enjoy it every bit as much as the first.  I was still teasing poor
Zeta, eye to eye, making her wait for the intimacy she so clearly
needed.  "Ohhhh!  Eat me, you bitch!" Zeta cried out as she suddenly
slumped down to grind her pussy against my face.  She was already
cumming as I opened my mouth wide to receive a continuous fire of
lobster bits.

I was cumming too, as my eager mouth gobbled at my favorite food,
drenched in woman-nectar; so that by the time Zeta's slowly-descending
clitoris came within reach of my frantic tongue, I attacked it with a
frantic energy.

It was my turn to feel a desperate need for attention to my bucking
pelvis.  But lovely Zeta was so rapt in her own orgasm that she
couldn't possibly be aware of my frantically squirming hips behind her.
 Besides, I didn't want her to move.  I wanted to suck that beautiful
golden buttery cunt forever.

Zeta's wild gyrations on my mouth gradually turned into a kind of rigid
vibration as my tongue lashed back and forth across her clitoris that I
had gently trapped between my teeth.  "Yaaarrrggh!" Zeta yelled in her
spasms of lust, and then she toppled over across the bed, with my mouth
still latched firmly into her succulent pussy.

"In!"  Zeta cried, "In!"  The poor dear, it seemed that she must have
gone without getting fucked for almost a week!  So I obligingly slid
three fingers into her yearning cunt, and started to fuck her slowly
but firmly.  Not wanting to waste a digit, I added my pinky finger to
slide into her asshole, and used my thumb to press against her clit as
I gradually picked up speed.  "Harder!" Zeta demanded, "Harder!"

Gone was the delicacy of teasing.  Our minds and libidos descended into
the realm of fucker and fuckee as she urged me to slam my fingers home
into her cunt.  She was remarkably tight, clamping down hard on the
three fingers that dove repeatedly into her dark hole, but the
combination of butter and her own juices made everything deliciously
slick.

Zeta reached to entwine her fingers in my hair, then almost brutally
pulled my face into her pussy, where I resumed the earlier clit
treatment.  "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!" she screamed, as I finally managed to
bring this climax-crazed woman to the final orgasm she so desperately
desired.

We both rested for a while, but it was Zeta who stirred first.  My
memories from the next few hours are hazy at best.  I remember little
rivulets of shrimp sauce dribbling down my thighs and being chased by
my hostess' skilful tongue.  I remember crushed ice being slipped
inside the thong that was the only garment I arrived in, then sliding
away as the scrap of cloth was removed.  I remember shrimps clenched in
Zeta's teeth making their way amid the folds of my pussy, and dancing
ecstatically around my anxious clit.  I remember Zeta's practiced
tongue lancing into my cunt and in seconds finding my g-spot, just as
she was dabbing that spicy shrimp-sauce on my clit.  I remember
exploding in an orgasm so intense that poor Zeta had to hold onto my
thighs for dear life, to keep from being propelled across the room.

As I was drifting off to sleep in Zeta's arms, I think I remember
making a mental note to invite her to dinner with the other girls of
our sales team.

And finally I remember the taste of the most exotic kiss I ever shared,
with the flavour of shrimp and lobster and our mutual cum all
intermingled on each other's sensuous tongues.