The centurion looked at the sleeping maiden, planting butterfly kisses all over her face, kissing her through her sheer robes. She began to stir, but her eyes were still closed, and she pulled him closer to her, her body arching towards him. She moaned as he kissed her deeply, grabbing at him in her slumber. The centurion ran his hands over her ample breasts, down her soft skin, to the hot aching place between her legs. He moved his eager mouth down her body, massaging her breasts as he opened up her white robe, parting her legs as he explored the tuft of golden hair, waiting for him like the sweetest fruit, ripe for plucking.
“Oh how I’ve missed the taste of you!” He said as went down on her, his tongue thrusting into her already wet pussy.
She opened her eyes, gasping from the sensations spiralling through her body.
“Antonio, my darling love! I thought I had lost you forever!” She cried out, joyously, and pulled him up from between her legs, as they embraced.
“My sweet Julietta, I would defy death to be with you, don’t you know that?” The blonde Julietta cried tears of happiness and relief to have her Antonio back.
“Remember the last time we were together you said: make love to me like there is not tomorrow.” Antonio smiled and shook his head, removing his uniform. They stood naked, staring at each other as if they couldn’t believe their eyes. Antonio lifted her in his arms, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her and carried her out of the room.
The music started to play, and the small group got up to leave the dark theatre.
“Well, this sucks!” A tall blonde guy at the door said. Asia looked at Jason who shrugged his shoulders, as confused as her.
“It’s locked.”
“What?” the rest asked.
“It can’t be locked,” a dark-haired guy said, looking very annoyed as he tried his hand at the door.
“I told you.”
“Well, I’ll go look for an attendant. Someone has to be here. Coming babe?” Asia hooked him in as they went to look for help. There was no one at the front desk.
“Maybe we should go look in the projector booth? It’s worth a try.” He walked behind her, watching the way the silky pink fabric of her dress clung to the curves of her body as she moved up the steps. He couldn’t peel his eyes away from her body, wanting to touch her, feel her naked skin against him. Her kisses earlier the evening, and feeling her breath against his neck and the heat between her legs as he fondled her, drove him insane with lust. He wanted her, wanted to fuck her.
Exotic Asia
He watched as her voluptuous ass stop swaying as she reached the top step.
The room was dark except for the light streaming in from the projector.
“Hello. We’re locked in. Can you maybe let us out of the theatre?” Her husky voice echoed in the projector room. They had to keep their eyes shaded as the light from the projector made visibility difficult. Jason smiled, looking at the shaft of light with the thousands of smoky dust particles dancing in its stream.
“What’s so funny?”
“My dad used to work in one of these back in the early days. I loved the place, used to get lost for hours, watching movies in the light, as I used to call it.”
“Cinema Paradiso?”
“Wow, not many people I know have seen the movie.” Jason pulled her up close to him, wanting her to feel his growing erection.
“That’s why you’re so damn sexy. We can talk…about anything.”
She laughed “It doesn’t feel like you want to talk right now! What are you doing? We’re going to get caught. The projectionist-“
“I don’t think there’s anyone here.” He said, as he removed the straps of her dress and trailed his tongue along her neck, down to between her breasts.
“Jason, are you sure?”
“I think he would’ve moved by now.”
Jason slipped the dress off her body and it fell in a silky pink pool around her slender ankles. He pushed her up in front of the projection box. Except for pink stilettos, she was totally naked. As he bent down in front of her, he looked up, and her entire silhouette was blacked out against the light.
“You look like an onyx angel, suspended in the light.”
She smiled at his words.
“God you’re sexy, you taste divine.” He said, spreading her pussy lips with his fingers and tongue. Asia arched her back, taking in the pleasure of his tongue on her hot, slick pussy.
Her phone rang and reluctantly she answered.
“Hey, no we didn’t have any luck. There’s no one around, it looks like we’re stuck here for the night. Oh, yeah, that’s a good idea. Let us know if there’s any news. Oh, okay. Thanks babe.”
“Misty?” Jason asked as she ended the cal.
“Yeah, she said they’re going to make some calls, see if there’s anyone who can get us out before morning. And they’ll probably hang out in the theatre again in the meanwhile.”
Asia got dressed. “What’s this?” She said looking at a film reel that had rolled to her feet while they were getting frisky.
Bed Shoe Diaries:Fable Erotica by Kitty Stiletto
“Bed Shoe Diaries. Why does that sound familiar?” Asia said out loud, with a frown on her face, testing her memory.
“Red Shoe Diaries? You know that series with David Duchovny reading sex scenes.” Jason offered.
“No, I mean, I think it is a play on that, but Misty was saying something about shoes and sex and-“
“No kidding!” He smirked. Asia pulled a face at Jason who winked at her. He picked up the reel and moved to the projector.
“What are you doing?” Asia asked, flattening her tufted black hair, and reapplying some gloss to her naturally rosy lips.
“Well, there’s only one way to pique your curiosity.”
“You know how to work this thing? Can we do that?”
“Told you, my dad used to bring me into the projection room it doesn’t look like we’re going anywhere tonight, and seeing as we are at a cinema, we might as well watch a movie.”
Jason hooked the reel to the projector, and shortly afterwards the movie started playing.
The scene opened on a darkened room, punctured with pillars draped with silk in reds, oranges, deep pinks and soft gold. Ornate ruby lamps hung from the ceiling, giving a intimate warm glow to the room. In the centre of a raised platform sat a regal-looking man, dressed like a Sultan, on his low throne. At his feet were scattered hundreds of silk and velvet pillows in tones of red and orange and pink, covering the rest of the platform and spilling down the steps to the ground level. A dozen or so women covered in nothing but whispers and veils, reclined on the cushions at the foot of the throne, visibly mesmerised. Their attention was not held by the strapping Sultan though, who sat equally entranced in his royal robe that covered nothing but the throne and only emphasized the size of his crown jewels and the cock ring adorning it.
“Hey, isn’t that that Prison Break dude? What’s he doing in the Arabian Nights?”
“It’s not Wentworth Miller.” Asia said, barely taking her eyes off the screen.
The camera zoomed in on the object of everyone’s attention.
She had long, glossy hair the colour of night, and honey-brown eyes, she was wearing an ornate costume, which consisted of nothing but gold jewellery around her neck, on her nipples, a belly ring, as well as a gold crocheted g-string. She wore gold roman stiletto that went right up to her thighs. She’d occasionally play with a scarf as she spoke to the strapping bald-headed sultan.
“Go on Scheherazade, what happened to the girl in the tower?” The Sultan asked, clearly aroused.
“That’s a story for another night, My Beloved Sultan.”
“No, you will tell me now!” He leaned forward, grabbing her chin in his hand.
“What do they give these guys? He looks like he has a permanent erection.”
“Whatever it is, they should bottle it and sell it.” Asia said, eyes still peeled on the sultan.
Jason wrapped his arm around her waist and pushed his hardened cock against her ass.
“Oh really? A permanent erection? You think you could handle that?” He teased.
“I could die trying.” Asia said, laughing throatily.
Scheherazade leaned back and stretched out a long shapely leg, seductively brushing the Sultan’s thigh with her heels.
He pulled her up to him, wanting to kiss her, but she turned her face so his lips landed on her cheek. She sat back down on the pillows, while two of the harem women caressed her, kissing her neck, while another bent down and put her face in between Scheherazade’s parted legs. The sultan got up from his throne, in an obvious rage, cock still erect and throbbing.
“Enough!”
“Of course, my sultan, but you will never know what happened to the girl in the tower, or Miss Valentine and her masquerade.
The Sultan stopped in his tracks. “Who’s Miss Valentine?”
Scheherazade smiled, watched the Sultan narrow his eyes as he looked at her, and sat down on his throne once more. She began her story:
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