THE ORDER PART 5 — Animal Lust

THE ORDER, PART 5 – ANIMAL LUST

It’s showtime again. I’m in the theater, with a big crowd, dressed to kill. I’m wearing a short, black spaghetti-strap party dress that fits tightly on top but is loose from my waist down. The dress is very low cut, revealing my breasts almost down to my nipples. Nobody knows what the show will be like, but we’ve been led to expect something out of the ordinary, and that the star is a young girl that has been brought in from Mexico for the occasion.

I’ve already been invited to sit with a man, someone I haven’t been with or seen before. We’re sitting there making small talk, sipping glasses of a full-bodied red wine, and I’m enjoying myself immensely. He’s a very cultured and well-traveled man, from Barcelona, he tells me. His name is Carlos, and he speaks English with a refined Castillian accent, like Ricardo Montalban. I can tell he‘s well-educated and undoubtedly very wealthy. His cologne is absolutely heavenly. As he talks about places he’s been, I listen with rapt attention. I’m thinking this is the first and only time I’ve ever had an extended conversation with a male member of The Order in which his cock wasn’t buried deep inside me. It’s kind of nice, for a change. I know it won’t last, though — and I don’t mind that thought, either. He’ll be a nice fuck.

Anyway, after a few minutes, an announcement is made that the lights will go off in two minutes. I’m not sure why they tell us that, but sure enough, in a couple of minutes the room becomes dark. It takes awhile for my eyes to adjust so that I begin to make anything out in the room. In a moment, though, the voice returns over the PA system.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are pleased to offer you a special show we have imported from Mexico City, where, as some of you may know, it’s a traditional form of entertainment in the more upscale private clubs. To enhance your enjoyment, we have been lucky enough to obtain a supply of premium hashish, which will be available to you before and during the show. Please enjoy yourselves.”

In a few moments, small brass pipes are passed along the rows of the theater in the darkness. The man I’m with takes a long drag, filling his lungs with the acrid smoke, and then passes the pipe to me. I suck on it, watching as the coals grow redly. I’m not exactly a stranger to drugs, but it’s clear from the start that this is some very smooth and powerful stuff. Carlos and I pass it back and forth a few times, smoking in silence, and I feel a warm, pleasant euphoria enveloping me. My senses are becoming dulled, and I feel very passive and accepting. And yet, paradoxically, it seems as if I can feel every single nerve ending in my body, and every one of them is electrically-charged. My nipples stiffen. My pussy, especially, feels warm, wet, alive. I want to touch myself, or have someone else touch me. I want someone’s fingers in me. Anyone’s.

By the time we’ve taken a few more drags on the pipe, I want to fuck more than I ever have in my life. My pussy is dripping wet, and my clit is sending eager, almost frantic messages to my brain. In the darkness, I sneak my hand down, pulling up the hem of my dress and gently stroking myself through my lacy black panties. I desperately want to make myself come, but part of me wants to enjoy the feeling of being so deeply aroused by the drug, and to take my time and savor the intense sensations.

Carlos turns to me in the darkness, and I hear a change in his refined baritone voice. “I must tell you…you are so beautiful…so very lovely…”. I lift my face as his lips touch mine, kissing me softly. He raises his hand and it encloses my jaw, holding my face as my lips part, and our tongues touch, then intertwine. I moan softly, deep in my throat, as our kiss deepens, and the insistent yearning in my pussy builds even more. I’ve never been kissed this way, never. I think I might come, just from this. His big hand moves down my slim neck and squeezes my breast gently, and I shudder with pleasure. My nipple is stiff against his palm, and my panties feel sopping wet, clinging to my bare cleft. My clit is throbbing. My hand is on his thigh, and as we kiss, I slide it slowly upward, seeking his cock, finding it. My fingertips caress the tip of it through his slacks. It’s big and very hard. I want it in me so badly, I can almost taste it.

After a few centuries of this deliciously gentle, erotic play, he breaks our kiss, gazes into my eyes for a moment, and says, very softly: “Soon, my dear. Very soon.“ And then he slowly sits back in his chair, his right arm around my shoulders, and focuses on the stage, where the lights are coming up. I snuggle against him, my fingers still toying with the head of his erect cock. He picks up the pipe and guides it to my mouth, and I fill my lungs again with the potent drug.

On the stage is a replica of a bedroom, with a bed, a dresser, an end table, and a door. There is a young girl sitting in a chair in front of the mirror, brushing her long, dark hair. She is perhaps 17 years old, very innocent looking, but her body is well-developed, with large, firm breasts. She’s lovely, but has a melancholy look on her face that reflects a deep loneliness.

As we watch, fascinated, Carlos has slid his fingers beneath the material of my dress, and is gently toying with my right nipple, which is stiff and sensitive. Each touch is positively electric, as if my nipple is alive with a billion nerve endings, all being stimulated at once. I reach over and work to unfasten his slacks, finally succeeding in undoing the clasp and sliding the zipper down. I can’t wait to feel his cock. Sensing my urgency, he lets go of me and raises his hips, helping me get his pants and his shorts down. When they’re around his ankles, he sits back down, and my fingers slide around his rampant, uncircumcized penis. Sensing that he wants to proceed slowly, I begin to stroke it lightly, caressing it with just the tips of my fingers, enjoying it’s smooth, supple texture. He groans softly, and leans over and whispers in my ear, as his fingers squeeze my nipple. “I will love making exquisite love to you, mi hija. Be patient, and watch.”

My fingers give his cock a fleeting squeeze. “I can’t wait!” I whisper.

Once again he turns to me, bends down and captures my lips with his, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. I suck on it hungrily, almost desperately, as his hand eases down between my legs, and his fingers insinuate themselves inside the rim of my panties. They delve gently into my drenched folds, and fondle my throbbing clit as I shudder against him, whimpering into his mouth. My body feels like the voltage has been turned all the way up, so excited that I think I’m going to explode. And then, so gently I barely know what hit me, he takes me over the edge, achingly, mewling as he kisses me hard and I come on his fingers, my body rigid as it convulses violently in a delicious, pulsating frenzy!

Our kiss breaks and I fall back, trembling and gasping as I stare up at Carlos in the darkness, tears streaming down my face as the intense waves of orgasm wash over me. He continues to massage my clit as I shake violently next to him, gently descending from my shattering climax. Oh, God, to come like that every time!

After awhile, I calm myself, and Carlos eases his fingers away. He leans over and whispers in my ear. “I love the way you come, mi querida, mi corazon.” He kisses me there, his tongue flicking inside, his breath tickling me like a hot summer wind on the high plains of Spain.