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Authors name: mrsmither@juno.com
Story title : LORD OF THE RING - PRICKING MY THUMB
Part 1 of 2
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Lord Of The Ring - Pricking My Thumb (MF,mc,oral)
by mrsmither@juno.com
I admit it, I went a little wild in New Orleans. The
convention the company sent me to was almost a total
loss; I remember a bit of Friday night but none of the
next two days, including how I got on the plane home
or who's panties were tucked in my shirt pocket folded
like a handkerchief.
Somehow I came back with enough business cards and
brochures in my briefcase amongst the bead necklaces,
stuffed aligators, souvenier hurricane glasses and
other sops to the office cronies to make me look like
I had been busy as well as a swell guy. But there was
one more thing in the case that somehow didn't look so
much like a cheap trinket.
Tucked away in a paper sack was an aligator skinned
little box with a catch. Opening the catch I pricked
my finger, then my thumb -- some kind of a trick lock,
engraved with little curlicues and festooned with paste
gems.
The thing finally flipped open as I muttered curses
under my breath to reveal a ring ensconsed in crushed
velvet. It looked like silver, an elegant smooth
construct like two dolphins moving opposite directions
next to each other, covered with filegree.
A smear of blood got on it as I prised it loose for a
closer look. The shapes, I now made out through the
leftover fog of alcohol, were two human nudes, wrapped
around each other; the male with his head between the
generous breasts of the female, who's mouth was open
wide pasted about the neck of the male, and who's right
hand stretched around above her head to grasp the
engorged cock of the male. The male's right hand was
similarly stretched to reach into the pussy above him,
while the left hand of each fondled the head of their
partner.
Worked into the engraving was the latin motto Amor
Vincent Omnia, which I muttered to myself while slip-
ping the curio over my right ring finger.
I cursed again as I jerked it past the tight knuckle-
like the box, the thing had something sharp hidden by
the fancy scrollwork -- I was pricked again. Blood
welled up around the ring as the fog instantly cleared
from my head -- the pain seemed responsible, though it
was no greater than the other two prickings; an annoy-
ance, really.
I looked up from the ring down the aisle of the plane,
leaned out to see a stewardess pulling a drink cart
backwards about halfway down. She was bent at the
waist and leaning over the seat to her left serving a
drink to a window passenger, and a lacivious vision
indeed; her ass clad in mid calf brown skirt waving at
me, the swell of her bosom visible from the side.
She straightened up and looked around behind her as if
someone had called her name, glancing down the aisle
until her eyes met mine.
Brunette, with a white shirt and a uniform jacket, her
blue eyes were startling as they locked on mine,
questioning, then concerned.
She moved down the aisle in a controlled rush, swaying
little in the mild turbulence, as I ran my eyes across
her figure from the front. Wide hips and chest, tight
tummy, long flowing hair -- built well to my standards,
unlike the fashion model figure of today.
She reached me as I made out the name Kelly on her tag,
fixed as it was over her swelling breast. She reached
out and took my hand as her eyes finally moved off mine
to take in the ring and the blood.
"Are you all right, sir?" she said, glancing back up
to me.
I let her pull the hand up, a little bewildered, as I
replied, "Oh, its nothing, a little prick," shaking my
head a little.
She bent forward and kissed the ring and finger, her
tongue darting over the knuckle -- quick and discrete,
but disconcertingly familiar.
"Let me take care of that back in the stewards sec-
tion," she said softly, tugging gently at my hand and
drawing me to my feet. Her eyes seemed to have focussed
on my crotch momentarily before coming back up to meet
mine as her tongue darted out to clean a small smear of
red from her lip.
As I followed her as she gently pulled at my hand I
glanced at it -- the bleeding had stopped, the finger
was clean, the ring sparkled in the cabin lights, warm
around my finger as if I had worn it far longer than a
minute.
We passed thru a curtain into a narrow space between
first class and business, lined with cabinets and
implements of the duties of stewardesses. As Kelly
pulled me into the empty cart space I saw the familiar
red cross on one cabinet door.
To my surprise, instead of reaching for the door as she
turned to face me, she knelt down, releasing my hand,
and grasped the top of my pants with hers hand, finding
and pulling down the zipper with the other.
"I'll make it big for you," she murmered softly, cup-
ping my only slightly engorged cock in her hand, then
leaning forward to literally suck it into her mouth.
The sensation was astonishing, the sudden wet warmth
surrounding me, drawing me in, engulfed to the hilt.
I could feel the pressure of my prickhead sliding past
her tongue and into her throat through expansion alone
as she kept her face pressed against my belly, working
her tongue up and down as she raised and lowered the
pressure.
Finally, she eased back, pulling her lips up the shaft,
digging in and then expanding around the crown to let
the tip pop out.
"Not so little now," she said proudly, "is there any-
thing else?"
In consternation I met her eyes as I thought 'don't
stop!' only to see her bob back down on me as if on
command. Slowly she slid up and down the shaft from
midway to crown and back, again and again, faster and
faster, tongue working the come tube, until finally
she engulfed me completely again, humming as I released
spurt after spurt into her throat.
The rest of the world worked its way back into my
awareness as she stood. She zipped my pants and said,
"Let me put a bandade on your finger and no one will
be the wiser," as if I had said something about my
concerns of being caught.
Pulling one out of the cabinet and wrapping it around
my finger, she led me back to my seat and returned to
the drink cart still parked in the aisle.
That ring has come in handy more than once since then.
I still don't know where it came from or how I ended up
with it, but I wouldn't trade it for a million dollars,
and that's a fact!
Part Two -- Soon...
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