The Ultimate Collection of Short Erotic Tales (66 page)

The next book I picked up was entitled
'Sexual Fantasies,' it had things like threesomes and group, but
the one that caught my eye was 'Dominari,' which meant dominate. I
spoke the word out loud and suddenly found myself tied to the bed.
In front of me stood a six foot dark haired woman, whose body
would've made other women wet. She held a whip, I wasn't totally
sure about this, but I was never a one for not trying new things,
so I said 'Start.' She lashed out whipping my chest, and then she
proceeded to tear my clothes off, and once I was naked she sat
astride my face and literally forced me to lick her out.

I found this strangely arousing, as I buried
my tongue into her pussy she began to writhe moving back and forth
over my tongue. Then she reached around taking hold of my cock and
started to expertly jerk me off. But whenever she felt I was on the
verge of coming she would grab the base and stop me. Only when she
had climaxed did she finish me off; my seed shot out like a cannon
firing. I had not known that this form of sex could be so arousing.
Once she had finished, the spell had come to an end, and then
everything was back as it was, even my clothes. I must have used
that spell thousands of times while I was trapped.

I had lost count of the number of years I was
in that room, but I never did want to be freed. I did however know
that one day someone would take my place. This was going to be that
day; I had seen a young couple enter the store. They looked at the
mirror first, and I could see him pointing to the inscription and
saying something, but you couldn't hear what was being said. Then
her mouth started to move so I knew that she was replying, and then
they started to mouth the same words together, all of a sudden I
was free. I didn't want to be, but I was, I turned around and spoke
the words again, but to no avail.

It seems it only works once for each person,
looking around I discovered that the shop had reverted to how it
looked when I first arrived. I soon realized that it let your life
continue from when you entered or soon after. I walked away feeling
cheated; I couldn't go back to my life after this. My life before
the mirror was boring, so I decided as I left the shop that I would
fill my life with the excitement I had found there. As I walked
away, I mouthed the words 'Thank you.'

Chapter 3

Janet and Stephen were looking for a nice
mirror for their apartment; it was Janet that spotted it through
the window of the antique store. Upon investigation they had
stumbled into the mirror's trap, and found themselves in a small
room. Had they not pronounced the very last word inscribed at the
bottom of the mirror simultaneously, one of them would not be
there. But they had, so they were. After trying to get out for two
days they started to lose hope. They had found the spell books that
would help them stay fed and entertained, and the letters that were
left by those imprisoned before them.

"This letter is dated 12/11/99 which probably
means he was the one we freed," said Stephen.

"Yes, so what's your point?" replied
Janet.

"Only that he say's, "He was finally happy,
and that he curses the day that someone will free him," said
Stephen.

"How could anybody, be happy being a
prisoner?" retorted Janet.

"Well, if you were a lonely man/woman, I
could see this being a very nice way of spending life, it beats the
nine to five routine we had," replied Stephen.

"Only a man would say that," commented
Janet.

"Oh what…like you HATE sex?" said
Stephen.

"No, I like sex as much as the next guy/gal,
but I don't have to be locked in a small room to enjoy it," she
replied.

"Yes, but you've seen the spells, they
conjure up a different partner every time, I mean, who wouldn't
like to fuck someone new, every single time?" said Stephen.

"So I'm not enough for you then?" said Janet,
with a hurt look on her face.

"Only a woman would say that. No, I'm talking
about people that are lonely in life. Look, let me read this letter
to you, because this was written by one such person," Stephen said,
holding up the letter.

I am truly happy for the first time in my
life; I would like this to be my home for all eternity. Having been
here now for over ten years I cannot imagine my life anywhere else.
But if someone is reading this letter then I am free, and you are a
very lucky person. I curse the day that I am freed.

"Ok, I can see that it would appeal to some
people, but I'm not one of them, so what are we going to do?" said
Janet.

"Well, I've been thinking."

"That's a first," said Janet, quickly.

"Ha…ha, very funny, no listen what if it's a
simple matter of repeating the words that got us in here, but
backwards," suggested Stephen.

"As if the others wouldn't have thought of
that," retorted Janet. "But just in case, 'Cessare Aetas-atis
Perpetualis,' see nothing," she said

"On the contrary my dear, you’ve freed me,"
said a voice behind them.

Upon turning around they found a middle-aged
man, sporting a beard, and wearing a cloak.

"Who are you?" asked Stephen.

"My name is Azamond, and you are my saviors,
how can I repay you?" he replied, in a deep voice.

"Can you get us out of here?" said Janet.

"You could have freed yourself at any time,"
he replied.

"How?" said Stephen.

"Simple…you just had to say the words on the
mirror backwards."

"We did that, and all that happened was you
appeared," replied Stephen.

"No, you pronounced the words how they were
printed, not truly backwards," said Azamond.

"I'm not with you, what do you mean?" said
Janet.

"Put it this way, what is dog backwards?"
replied Azamond.

"God, oh, I see what you mean, the actual
words pronounced backwards."

"Yes, but don't say them just yet, I wish to
learn what has happened since I last walked the earth?" said
Azamond.

Janet then proceeded to fill him in on all
the more important events of history, leading up to the present
day.

"So, science truly has taken over?" he said,
bowing his head.

"Where did we rescue you from, exactly?"
asked Stephen.

"If you have time I would like to tell you my
tale?" He replied.

Stephen glanced at Janet in a look that said
'I would like to hear this story,' kind of way, and she nodded.

Azamond's story

Hundreds of years ago, sorcery was common
amongst the people of this Earth, but Science started to gain
ground, attempting to prove that magic was not needed. A few loyal
friends and I tried to prove that magic had its place in this
world. But we were few in numbers, whereas the thinking man was
numerous. In the last days of Atlantis, we hoped to prove that
magic was still a valuable tool, for we could see into the future,
and knew that disaster was about to strike. The thinking men or men
of science told the King that we were frauds, and convinced him to
banish us. Even then we felt we had to stop this catastrophe, but
we overlooked the stupidity of man. For when the earthquake came,
which took Atlantis, the men of science blamed us, saying we had
tampered with things we did not understand. By then it was too
late, for the damage could not be reversed. So we wandered far and
wide, finding the same sort of ignorance wherever we traveled.

Finally a good friend was killed, I decided
that I would leave this realm, and spend my days watching for when
magic might be needed once more. I’d created the mirror a few years
before all this, and decided to make it my home for all eternity if
need be, but before I could put myself in it, I was killed.
However, a good sorcerer has always got a few tricks up his sleeve,
mine was the mirror. You see, when you spoke the words, they were
supposed to summon me five minutes before I died, that is how I
know I died, or they would not have worked. I also had to allow
others access to the mirror via the inscription, or nobody could
have saved me.

"That was very clever, but why the sex
spells?" asked Janet.

"Well, would you be happy, trapped in a room
with nothing to pass the time, and if you haven't tried them yet,
you don't know what you're missing," replied Azamond.

"If you don't mind I'd like to go now," said
a disgusted Janet.

"I'm afraid she's not your typical female,
she believes in the old fashioned one partner for life type
affair," whispered Stephen.

"Would you both do me a service, before you
go?" asked Azamond.

"If we can," replied Stephen.

"Would you take the mirror with you, so that
I know it's in good hands?" he asked.

"I don't see why not," replied Janet,
surprising Stephen.

With that they spoke the words on the mirror
backwards as instructed, and found themselves back in the store
standing next to the mirror. They haggled with the storekeeper over
the price, and then phoned a friend who had a van. Once it was
loaded they were off; and pretty soon they were home and setting it
up.

"Well, I hope he's alright in there?" said
Janet.

"Yes, he'll be fine, but why did you agree to
his request, so readily?" asked Stephen.

"Because I think he's had a tough time of it,
and besides I do like that mirror," she replied.

Later that night when Stephen knew that Janet
was asleep; he crept down the stairs to look in the mirror.

"Perpetualis Aetas-atis Cessare." he said,
quietly.

Suddenly he was back in the mirror, standing
in front of Azamond.

"I wasn't sure if I could get back in?" said
Stephen.

"Normally you couldn't, but I can have
visitors if I allow it," said Azamond, smiling, "what can I do for
you?"

"I would like to sample some of that
wonderful magic you possess," he replied, sheepishly.

"Very well, may I suggest a certain spell
that is one of my favorites?"

"Yeah, sure," was the short reply.

Azamond spoke a couple of words that Stephen
didn't quite catch, and found he was in the presence of two very
attractive naked females.

"When you’ve finished, just say my name and I
will reappear," said Azamond, and then vanished.

Stephen nodded without taking his eyes off
the beauties that stood in front of him. He spoke to them, but got
no response, and then he reached out and touched a breast nearest
to him. The women suddenly came alive, and started to undress him.
Once his clothes were off they proceeded to take him where every
man should go, heaven and back. They started by sharing his cock
with one another, mouthing it in turn. He had had head before but
never like this. He was lying on the bed that had appeared at the
same time they had. Looking down he could see his cock being
devoured by one and then the other, making him want to cum far too
quickly. But cum he did, with not even a pause taken by the two
women now servicing his ejaculating cock. He came hard and long,
never before experiencing such a forceful exit, yet they lapped it
up keeping him hard so that he could fuck them both.

One of them sat astride his manhood, while
the other held his cock to guide it in. Once she was perched on his
weapon, she pulled herself down taking it in as far as it would go.
He gasped at how tight she was, and then allowed the other to
straddle his face. Her cunt was totally devoid of pubic hair; his
tongue was parting the lips of her tender soft pussy, as she got
into position. The servicing of his cock was magnificent, with the
woman taking in his entire length with ease. He knew at that point,
that he for one could quite easily spend the rest of his life in
this mirror. The juices flowing from the woman over his tongue made
him realize that she was in the middle of an orgasm, and her moans
were just a bonus that he was doing it right. His cock was ready to
blow again, which he never tried to stop. She could feel it, for
she slowed to make sure he was deep inside her.

Once he had finished, she got off to allow
access to the other. When she straddled his cock and started to
fuck him, he could feel the other's tongue on his balls, licking
and stimulating him back to life. They really knew their business,
as his cock plunged into another pussy. He had rarely cum three
times in one night, but knew that that was about to change. His
moans of pleasure echoing through out the room, as this awesome
display of professional sex continued. After another fifteen
minutes he was coming once more, and loving every moment. All too
soon it was over, and he was dressed and summoning Azamond.

"Well, did you enjoy it?" asked Azamond.

"That was awesome," replied a delighted
Stephen.

They talked for a while before Stephen left,
knowing that he would come back another day.

Chapter 4

Janet walked into the lounge wearing
Stephen's pajama bottoms, and completely forgetting that the mirror
had an occupant. She stretched her arms to yawn; revealing a large
well-developed bust that stretched with her. Then she remembered
the mirror, and quickly placed her arms across her chest. Finding a
blouse she slipped it on and then stared at the mirror. The mirror
in question had been found in an antique store, its long intricate
design being the first thing that Janet had spotted from the
window.