The following is a work of fiction including matters of
an adult nature.  If you are not of legal age
to be reading such things, or if sexually oriented
material offends you, now would be a good time
to leave.  The subject matter contains language,
male/female consensual sex, Male/female
submissive attitudes and references to other types of
intercourse.  Enjoy. 




Lorelie's Desires
by Virago Blue



     "That's a good girl, Lorelie.  Show our visitor a
bit more of your delightful wiles."  Master
Don lifted the angelic face of his favorite charge. 
His ice blue eyes burned into the smoldering
depths of her lush green stare.  A corner of his mouth
lifted in a slight smile as her eyes favored
him with devotion.  

     "As you wish."  Lorelie lifted up on her tiptoes
and placed a kiss on her master's smiling lips.  Her
raised posture inspired an appreciative display of
milky-white skin, legs molded in dainty perfection,
upturned breasts, and a smooth roundness to her naked
bottom.  The delicate chain around her belly slipped
lower as she reached for her tall Master, the end
disappearing into the light curls of her Venus mound. 
Satisfied she had pleased Master Don, Lorelie turned to
the man her master referred to as Sloan.  She inclined
her head graciously before Sloan and took his
fingers into her petite hands.  

     Lorelie never met the eyes of her master's guests. 
The obsessive ardor in some of their eyes unnerved her
concentration.  If she recognized a stricken guest, she
would panic.  More than once she had been cornered by a
patron made savage with lust, seeking to inflict brutal
pain.  Master Don only sells pleasure.

     Lorelie pored over Sloan's hands, smothering each
finger with soft caresses before bringing them to her
mouth. With a feathery touch, her full lips lovingly
kissed each digit.  As she finished one hand, she would
rain attention on his other, resting the former to
nestle in her lustrous red hair.  She felt his hand
moving under her hair, fondling the back of her head.  

     Lorelie never lifted her eyes from Sloan's hands. 
She focused completely on bringing
pleasure to him through his beautiful hands.  He must
be an artist, she surmised, by the slight stain
of vermillion still visible under his thumbnail.  Her
moist pink tongue licked at his thumb, covering
his fingertip with her saliva.  Slowly she licked
between each finger before drawing one into her
mouth and sucking provocatively.  His free hand
increased the stroking down her neck.  

     "You see, Sloan, your time is well spent in my
house.  Lorelie, my pet, would you be a
dear and ask Charles to open a bottle of my finest
Merlot from the cellar?  See to it that you bring
a glass for yourself, my dear."  Master Don smiled
lovingly down at Lorelie, still kneeling before
Sloan.

     "As you wish, master."  Lorelie lifted from her
kneeled position and padded from the
study.  She felt the eyes of Sloan following her, but
she didn't look.

     Lorelie was a simple woman.  In all her years of
education, music lessons, parties and social events,
all she really wanted was to please.  To serve.  Make
someone feel pleasure.  Her upbringing was devoid of
much emotion.  Father constantly subjected Lorelie and
her younger sister to rigorous lectures on upholding
the Bettancourt name, to not embarrass the family at
all costs.  As a child and adolescent she always
performed as was expected of her.  Secretly she
desired nothing more than to rebel, to step closer to
the edge and peer over before flinging herself
into the depths of desire, illicit passions and
shocking sex.  Lorelie Magdalena Bettancourt of the
Pennsylvania Bettancourts held back in order to care
for her fragile younger sister, Lisa.  

     Lisa Bettancourt came close to death many times
during the first few years of her life. 
Sickly and weak, Lisa squeezed all the sympathy from
the stiff Bettancourts and Lorelie was no
exception.  She worried and took care of her, loving
her sister deeply.  They were as close as two
sisters could be, in appearances especially.  As
Lorelie matured and developed deeper strengths
and desires, Lisa made it known how disgusted she felt
about her sister's tastes.  When she met
Master Don in the old bookstore on campus, she
discovered an outlet for her passions. Once Lisa
found out, she proudly shared her news with the family,
finally feeling a strength beyond her usual
delicacies.  Lisa turned her back on Lorelie. Lorelie
never forgot the betrayal.

     "Charles, Master Don has requested his finest
Merlot from the cellar."  Lorelie spoke
quietly in her lilting voice.

     "As the master wishes."  Charles disappeared
deeper into the alcoves of the kitchen
appearing moments later with the dusty bottle of
reserve.  "You are pleasing the master, are you
not, Lorelie?"  Charles had been in the service of
Master Don for several years and took it upon
himself to see that the Master was always satisfied.

     "Oh, yes Charles.  As always."  Lorelie inclined
her head as she took the silver tray
Charles offered.  

     "Did Master Don request a glass for you?"

     "Yes, Charles."

     "Very good, Lorelie.  It will be a good evening,
then."  Charles placed another crystal
glass on the tray.

     "Thank you, Charles."  Lorelie turned and left the
kitchen, aware of Charles' focus on her
backside as she sashayed through the door.

     Lorelie walked slowly, balancing the valuable load
on the tray as she studied Sloan's profile.  Sloan was
a tall man with dark hair cropped close to his head. 
He wore a snug-fitting black turtleneck and pressed
gray trousers.  Her eyes quickly shifted to Master
Don's face as she entered the study once again.

     "Lorelie, my pet, Sloan will be taking the Ivory
room and he has requested your company."  Master Don's
beautiful blue eyes twinkled down at her as he took the
bottle from the tray.

     "As you wish, Master Don.  I will be honored to
accompany Master Sloan to the Ivory
room.  Lorelie suddenly felt a tickle  of moisture
between her legs as the promise of the evening's
events began to arouse her mind. 

     "Why don't you make sure the Ivory room is ready
for Master Sloan."  Master Don
studied Lorelie closely for any indication of refusal. 
Master Don never forced his pets to perform
against their will.

     "I will, Master Don.  If you will excuse me." 
Lorelie padded quietly from the room, her
eyes lowered to the Italian marble floors.

     Lorelie paused briefly as the deep timbre of
Sloan's voice reached her ears.  "Lorelie is a
beautiful woman.  Very much so.  Do you know of her
history?"

     "Lorelie and I met in a dusty old bookstore, both
of us perusing over the same shelf of
tomes.  She is quite the intelligent lass, and quite
the passionate one, if I do say so myself." 
Master Don chuckled a bit, as Sloan picked up on his
hidden message.  Oh yes, she enjoys her
times spent with Master Don, at least once a week.  He
has the most magnificent--

     "Lorelie, hurry along and take these with you." 
Charles interrupted her reverie, plopping a
bundle of clothing into her arms.  

     "Yes, Charles."  Lorelie continued up the stairs,
her bare feet making no sound.

     Beautiful notes from Vivaldi caressed the familiar
opulence  of the Ivory room, mating with the warm glow
of candlelight licking playfully at the far corners of
the suite.

     The dining table was set with fine bone china and
Irish crystal.  Flames from the white tapers
illuminated the fragrant bowl of tea roses in the
center. Cooks' meal was ready and waiting
for tonight's master.

          "We meet again, Lorelie."  Sloan's deep voice
tingled her bare back.  She didn't
turn around.

     "Yes we do, Master Sloan.  I have prepared your
table.  Cooks' meals are quite the work
of art."  Lorelie smiled.

     "A work of art?  As are you, Lorelie."  

     "As you say, Master Sloan.  Would you care for a
bath before dinner?"  

     "No.  Will you join me?"

     Lorelie stopped, searching her mind for the proper
reply.  She didn't wish to offend Master Sloan.  It
just wasn't usually done.  In the past she usually
served and performed other tasks while the Master ate. 
"Ah . . . in a bath?  If you wish it so, I will join
you in a bath.  Of course."

     "I wish for you to join me for dinner."

     "Yes.  Of course."  Lorelie realized with
embarrassment that Sloan was holding the chair
out for her to sit.  She kept her eyes lowered to the
lush carpeting and table as she lowered her
naked bottom onto the cushion.

     Sloan pushed the chair closer to the table,
towering over her as he did so.  Lorelie folded
her delicate hands in her lap.  Sloan placed a kiss to
the top of her head.  

     "Now, Lorelie, you will allow me to serve you.  It
will please me greatly."  Sloan smiled,
she could see it from the corner of her eye as she
studied the tiny gold hoop hanging from his
earlobe.

     Lorelie picked at her food, not wishing to mention
to Master Sloan that she was actually a vegetarian.  He
ate the succulent lamb appreciatively, refilling her
wine glass after each sip she took.  Lorelie continued
to study Master Sloan, finally coming to the conclusion
that he may be just a bit nervous.

     In all her years with Master Don she had never
been faced with the emotions which were now confusing
her.  She never took a meal with any of the guests, she
was never treated more than what she wished to be
treated as: a pet.  Clearly Master Sloan wanted more
from her and she was battling herself on how to
deliver.  She never met the eyes of her Masters, but
this time . . .carefully she peered at him from under
the hood of her darkened lashes.

     "You look so much like her."  

     Lorelie couldn't respond right away.  A tear
glistened in the corner of his eye as he stared
at her.  

     She shook her head slightly as she gazed at him
over the candle's flame.  A soft rusty curl
slipped from her shoulder and drifted over a pale
breast.  His eyes lowered, following the path of
the curl over her breast.  The tendril of hair did not
cover the pale pink areola and his gaze teased
the nipple into a hard mauve point. 

     "Who?"  She reached for her wine glass.  His hand
touched hers at the stem of the crystal. He slid from
his seat and kneeled next to her.  Suddenly she felt
embarrassed.

     "I never had the chance to say goodbye to her.  It
was . . .just . . .a silly argument.  I saw
you the other day at the bakery and I followed you. . .
here.  I had to meet you.  You could be her
twin.  I mean, I know you're not, my wife said she
didn't have a sister, but you could be.  Please
don't be scared of me.  Please."  Sloan's hand still
rested on hers.  The other hand lifted the curl
from her breast.

     "No, I'm not afraid.  This is just a departure
from my usual . . . um . . . routine."  Lorelie
bit the luscious fullness of her lip.

     "We would have celebrated our first anniversary
tonight.  She wanted a baby, I thought it was too soon. 
I wanted to travel and spend some valuable time with my
wife before we settled into beginning a family.  I
didn't know . . .until after.  I was so stupid, so
stupid.  The car hit her and left her to die alone on
the street two blocks from our brownstone.  I heard
ambulances that night, but never thought . . . " Sloan
pushed from the floor and walked to the window, turning
from her.  "Please don't be scared.  I just need to say
goodbye, for my own peace of mind, for whatever that's
worth."

     Lorelie watched his back, slumped in defeat. 
"What was her name?"

     "Lisa."

     "Do you have a picture?"

     Sloan pulled the wallet from his back pocket,
slipping a picture from the worn leather and
handing it to her.  "I do."

     If his back had not been turned he would have seen
the look of shock on her face.  She
lifted his glass of wine and refilled it, handing it to
him with a sympathetic smile.  "Master
Sloan--"

     "No, just Sloan."

     "All right.  Sloan.  Come and sit down, lean your
head back and close your eyes." She held
his hand softly in hers, guiding him to the sofa.  His
eyes drifted down her petite body until it fell
on the tiny gold chain which disappeared into her pubic
curls.  He watched it sway and bump
against her as she walked.  

     Lorelie watched him a few moments fighting his
feelings before relaxing into the music. 
"May I be excused for a moment, Mas--Sloane?"  

     "Of course."

     She picked up the picture of Lisa and padded into
the bathroom.

     She placed the picture against the lighted mirror. 
They shared many of the same features,
the red hair, green eyes, small frame, it was easy to
see how Sloan picked her out from a crowd
on the streets of New York. "Lisa . . . " Lorelie
touched the picture. 

     Lorelie powdered her lightly freckled face, adding
a touch more mascara.  She outlined her lips with a
nude-colored pencil, filling in the lines with a pale
peach lipstick.  She fluffed her already full hair and
spritzed Anais Anais to the backs of her knees and the
bend to the insides of her elbows.  

     She quickly reached for the pale green robe from
the armoire.  The gossamer fabric melted
between her fingers.  She slid the robe over her slight
shoulders, loosely tying the sash.  

     Sloan's eyes opened slowly and gazed in wonder as
she hovered over him.  "You are so
beautiful."  His fingers reached out and skimmed over
her collarbone, drifting lower to cup her
breast through the fabric. His thumb teased her nipple,
his mouth hungrily covered the ripening
peak, lightly biting nipple and clothing.  She arched
into him and hovered over his lap, her knees
planted on either side of his thighs.  

     He felt her body through the diaphanous robe, his
hands devouring her shoulders, arms, the slender dip in
her lower back, the luscious curves of her rear, the
firmness of her thighs.  His mouth worked her nipple,
slipping under the fabric, teasing with his tongue.  

     Lorelie's small gasps and cries fanned the flames
of passion.  Sloane dipped a finger into
her honeyed center, sliding back and forth over her
lust-swollen clitoris.  Slowly she rotated her
hips, increasing the pressure, covering his beautiful
hand with her juices.  

     "Fuck me, Sloan.  I want you to fuck me so hard." 
Lorelie breathlessly pleaded into his ear.

     With a lover's urgency, he stripped the clothing
from his well-honed body, standing over her in all his
glory.  She peered up at him from the rug she had
slipped down to, eager to take his proud cock into her
mouth.  

     Sloan fell to his knees beside her, tenderly
stroking her cheek.  His emotions began to
peek through his desire.  He covered her body with his,
careful not to crush the delicate woman
and began to nibble, suck and kiss her lips.

     "I don't want to hurt you.  You have never been
this passionate with me before.  A part of
you always held back, never let me in all the way. 
Why, Lisa?"  

     Lorelie realized her part in this game and
answered the only way she saw fit.  "That was in
the past.  You can't hurt me.  Do anything . . .
everything. I want you to."   Lorelie parted her legs
and reached for his cock.  She grasped it firmly in her
hand and rubbed it over her clit.  Her eyes
never left his.  She continued teasing her clit with
his slick cockhead, watching his expression turn
from sadness to intense, animal desire.  

     "Fuck me."  She mouthed.

     He plunged deep inside her, the initial entry
making her gasp in delight.  He was pressed
so deep inside, completely filling her.  She folded her
body around him, locking her legs around
his velvet ribs.   

     His thrusts began slowly.  She tilted her hips to
take in  every inch of him.  His thrusts
picked up tempo, shaking her with every pound.  She
greedily met each thrust, taking him as deep
as physically possible.  His testicles tickled her
rear, slapping against her with each deepening
stroke.

     "Yes.  Fuck me, Sloan.  Fuck me hard."

     And he did.

     They made love so many different ways that night. 
From tender kisses, Sloan lapping at her swollen pussy,
she pumping the cum from him once again.  Once he took
her savagely from behind, apologizing into her ear as
he lay spent over her back.  He seemed truly surprised
over her admission of enjoying rough sex.  She managed
to convince him of her desire by asking him to slap her
bottom as she fucked him while on top. He
reveled in her attentions and began calling her
Lorelie. 

     Her sister Lisa had done well.  But Lisa was dead
now.