The Reward

Professor Sydney Bailey-Hawthorne awoke like she always does to NPR on the radio. As normal she rolled over to press the snooze button, the first of what normally would be several times. However, the deep pain from last night’s session made her reconsider moving. Tina really worked her over, Sydney thought. Everything hurt; her arms, shoulders, back, butt and legs ached from the intense activity. She sighed, no use going back to sleep. But getting up would be a chore!

Was the two years of sweat, grunting, Tina yelling orders, demanding more, telling Sydney “you got to want it,” forcing her to exceed all limitation, was it worth it? Sydney smiled and realized yes it was worth it. She would suffer through the morning, take it easy today, may be even spend some time soaking in a bath this evening, but would be back with Tina on Saturday for another session.

The Professor let out a groan as she pushed back the bed clothes and rose. She popped her neck, then her shoulders, spine, hips, knees, and ankles. Finally, standing, she ventured in to the bathroom. After completing her morning rituals, she tuned to brush her teeth and saw her reflection in the mirror. She saw that reflection everyday, but it had been a long time since she REALLY saw herself. She smiled, whispering to herself, “Damn yes, it was worth it!” Sydney turned on the water to warm it up and went to her closet to pick her clothes for the day. Returning to the shower, Sydney considered Tina, whose mixture of drill sergeant and artist had worked her magic. After two year at the Bedford Falls Wellness Clinic, Sydney Bailey-Hawthorne, professor of mathematics, mother of two, and wife of 20 years, had finally achieved her goal of losing 100 pounds and irrevocably admitted she looked good. And a lot of the credit goes to Tina Tilley, her personal trainer. Smiling, she stepped into the shower and let the warm water relax her muscles.

Nate Hawthorn had completed his morning chores and entered the bathroom.

“How do you feel this morning?” he asked.

“Sore. Washing my hair was an effort this morning. I can barely raise my arms. I think Tina takes some perverse pleasure in my discomfort. Would you wash my back, please?” Sydney asked sweetly.

“Certainly,” he answered. “I think you’re right, but as far as I am concerned, she can have all the fetishes she wants as long as she continues to get results. You look great.” He told her as he scrubbed her back. Two years of exercise and diet had produced a more svelte and healthy Sydney. Gone was the lethargic college professor who fell asleep while grading papers. Sydney had been transformed in to a sleek, sexy bundle of energy. He admired her toned back and firm butt as he soaped her skin. Her abs, legs and arms all had tightened up. He wished he could join her in the shower, feeling her warm, soft skin slick against his, but that was not in the cards this morning.

“There you go,” he told her. “I’ve gotta run. Got a call at nine to be on. I should actually be able to leave a little early today. You have Remedial Algebra this morning?”

“Yes, but we are testing so it should be easy. Can you help me with the grading this weekend?”

“Sure, I’ll just add it to the tab. See you tonight.” He kissed her and pulled the curtain shut.

Sydney shaved, making sure her “Privates” where trimmed close (Something she surprised Nate with after losing her first 50 pounds). She rinsed, reluctantly turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. After drying, she wrapped herself in a towel and exited the bathroom and got dressed. She went to the place she left her clothes and found a pair of sweats and an envelope. She opened it and read:

Dear Nee Nee:

I know how hard you have been working these past couple of years. I should go and kiss Dr. Melbourne (But he may hit me) for suggesting you attend Bedford Falls. Not only have you gotten your chlorestoral and blood pressure under control, you look fabulous. I honestly believe you look better now than when I met you some 25 years ago. I realized some time ago that the sacrifices you made were not for you. You made them for me and the kids. So as a reward, I have arranged for us to get a way for a couple of days.

No need to worry about your classes and the kids. Jordan is in on this and she will cover your classes and have someone grade your tests. Nick and Cristal will be fine alone, they are old enough to stay by themselves and I asked Mr. and Mrs. Lewis to keep an eye out.

You have to be at the Mountain View Spa and Inn by 12:30. Your first appointment is at 1:30 and you will need to have lunch (which is already ordered). I will meet you there. No need to pack, I have everything you need with me. Now get dressed and get that firm ass moving. It’s a long drive. Directions are in your car.

Love,
Nathaniel

“Damn him!” she cursed as tears welled up in her eyes and the towel dropped to the floor. She stood there, naked, reading the note a couple of times more. “I am going to make sure he has just as good of a time as I do,” she vowed. She looked at the clock, “Shit, got to move,” she exclaimed. Sydney Bailey-Hawthorne, professor of mathematics, mother of two, and wife of 20 years, decided for this weekend, she would not be a professor of mathematics, and only when necessary a mother of two. No, this weekend she was going to be simply Sydney, loving wife and passionate lover. She quickly dressed, grabbed her keys, and started off up the road.

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“I’m so damn horny …” Sydney thought to herself as she entered the parking lot of the spa. The four hour drive to the inn was filled with wild fantasies and vivid memories. It was with super-human effort that she was able to keep from pulling over and “twiddling” until she exploded. But, boy did she need to! Sidney looked at her sweatpants, paranoid that she was leaking through. She was surprised they were dry, being her panties felt extremely warm and saturated.

She entered the lobby of the inn, walked to the front desk, and introduced herself. “Yes, Professor Hawthorne,” the handsome man said. The clerk presented Sydney her room key, informing her that her lunch will be delivered in 15 minutes. “House salad, a cup of seafood chowder, corn muffin, and a raspberry iced tea,” the desk clerk told her.

“He does think of everything,” Sydney whispered to herself as she followed the direction to her room. “I hope he has thought of how much I need him and planned my relief”.

The “room” was actually a cabin a short walk from the lobby. It was not what one would consider small. There was a main sitting room, with fireplace, plush sofa and two over sized chairs, and a bedroom with a king-sized canopy bed. As lovely as the other two rooms were, it was the bath that caught her attention. It was the size of the bedroom and contained a tub the size of a small pool, a separate shower made for two, plus a sauna. A central fireplace separated the three rooms.

On the bed was another envelope. Sydney lay on the bed and read:

My Dearest Sydney:

I hope the drive was pleasant and uneventful. I also hope you kept both hands on the steering wheel (wink).

Today is for you and I have arranged some much deserved pampering. Lunch should arrive soon. It is light because the dinners here are five star and very rich. No need to fill up at lunch. Your first appointment is with the masseuse at 1:30. Do not be late, Yuri is a temperamental Russian (Did you know Yuri is Russian for log? Take that metaphor where you will). At 2:30 you visit Halima (Her name means gentle in Arabic) for a facial, manicure, and pedicure. At 4:00 you have scheduled a relaxing soak in the whirlpools which use the local spring water. Some say that have “interesting” effect on people. I am interested to see what they mean.

Have a good afternoon and I will see you later.

Love,
Nate

“Damn Him!” Sydney said to no one in particular. “Damn, damn, and double damn I’m horny. Curses on him for making me a dripping wreck without laying a finger on me. Oh the things I am going to do when I see that …MAN!” She closed her eyes and moved her hand slow into her pants and began to fantasize about her and Nate. Just as she was close to give herself relief, someone knocked on the door.

“DAMN! Who is it?” Sydney yelled.

“Room Service,” came the answer.

She opened the door to see a bright young face of maybe 22, smartly dressed white shirt and black slacks. In her state, she looked hungrily at the sacrifice. “Where would you like me to put it, Ma’am?”

She stared at the young stud and stifled a giggle. “Just set it on the table.” The waiter gave her a questioning look and put the tray where she instructed. “Is there anything I need to sign?” she asked. “No Ma’am. Everything was all taken care of, including tip. Is there anything else you need?”

Using all her internal fortitude from ripping her clothes off and yell “Fuck me you young stud,” Sydney simply told the youth, “No! Thank you!”

“OK Professor. You have a good stay,” he said as he left.

She eyed the food and realized she was hungry and not just for sausage. She also looked at the clock. It was 1:15. Oh Hell. Her relief will have to wait. All the better to wait until she could get her hands on Nate.

Quickly finishing the soup and salad (which was phenomenal), she gathered her room key and started off to the spa. She found her way and arrived precisely at 1:30. She walked up to the striking young woman behind the desk and introduced herself at the desk. “Yes, Professor Hawthorne … My name is Georgi, Georgiana actually, please come with me,” the tall brunette said. Sydney followed the young woman, thinking “Is everyone young and beautiful here?”

Georgi retrieved a towel from a closet, and placed it on a stool beside a shower. “We find that a quick hot shower helps people relax and amplifies the effect of the massage. The water is the local spring water. Just ring the bell when you are finished and have dried off. Natural soaps and shampoos are provided in the shower and will sensitize your skin,” she informed Sydney.

Sydney disrobed and climbed into the shower, putting her clothes into the satin bag that Georgi had left for her. The water felt great and the soaps and shampoo smelled wonderful. She wanted to stay in there for ever and even thought seriously of masturbating. But she decided against that even though her body screamed for relief.

Finishing up she wrapped herself in the towel and rang the bell. She pulled herself onto the table as Yuri entered. He stood about six feet tall, late 20s, early 30s she surmised, bald with the most piercing set of grey eyes. He had an athletic build, fit but not overly muscular. Like a swimmer or a gymnast Sydney thought. He looked really good in his tight white t-shirt and his tight slacks. What was it Nate had said in the note? Yuri means log. The Professor dared a glance. A picture immediately entered Sydney mind and in her sex-crazed state became very vivid and served as a catalyst of greater desire. “Damn Him,” she whispered.

“Pardon Madam?” Yuri asked

“Uh … Oh! ... Nothing. Sorry. Was just thinking out loud. So Yuri, what do I do?”

“Please lie on this table here and make yourself comfortable,” Yuri instructed. She did so. He covered her with a clean sheet. “Please remove the towel,” he asked in a very sensual and exotic voice. It was a little difficult but she managed to disrobe and not expose herself.

“Please professor, relax and let Yuri drive all cares away.” His voice was so exotic. Sydney knew a few Russian professors. They were typically rumpled men with gravelly voices. Yuri’s voice was very different. It was smooth, with just enough of an accent to make it exotic, like something out of James Bond.

Yuri started with her feet. She knew right off that he definitely was a professional. She loved to have her feet massaged and Nate was very good. But Yuri … well it was indescribable. Sydney, already on the verge of an embarrassing explosion, was pushed closer to the edge. Yuri’s fingers knew exactly what to do. His fingers expertly soothed her toes, arches, and ankles, sending a combination of relaxing vibration and sensual pulses. Sydney’s mind filled with erotic episodes.

As Yuri continued up Sydney’s legs, he commented, “You have exquisite skin and your muscles are very tone. Most of my clients are flabby.” The exotic smoothness of Yuri’s voice combined with Nate’s metaphor was just too much for her senses. As much as she tried Sydney could not get the fantasy of her and Yuri out of her mind. They were in a fairy tale palace, beside a fire, wrapped in furs, sipping vodka. He was caressing her and talking sweetly. His caresses, sensitive and sensual, awoke still deeper lust. She felt guilty about the fantasy but no matter how she tried, a naked, well endowed Yuri stood strong in her mind.

“Georgi tells me you are a math-a-matics professor,” Yuri crooned.

“Uh … Yes, I teach basic math at Valley Northern Community College,” Sydney stammered.

“You would think that being Russian, I would like math-a-matics. But no. I was never very good. I preferred music and dance. I need you to roll over please,” Yuri said.

Sydney did as she was asked, closed her eyes and let Yuri’s magic fingers work their wonders. Her mind drifted back into the palace. This time, Georgi was in her place. Sydney was the observer. In her mind she watched as Yuri gently removed Georgiana’s furs, letting them fall sensually to the floor. She stood before Yuri, naked, her breasts defying gravity. Her butt, firm and round, he stomach, flat and toned, her privates shaved clean. Sydney pictured Georgi moving to the floor, kneeling in front of Yuri. Geogri took his flaccid and sizable manhood in her fingers, lifted it up and placed a gentle kiss on its tip. It reacted with a slight jump. Georgi then began to stroke his cock, this time it reacted more noticeably. She kissed it again and then engulfed the head. Still gently stroking, she encouraged it to grow larger. Georgi again slipped the head between her lips and this time took more into her mouth. She slowly slip ever growing member out, then again, slowly pushed her lips over the head and shaft until she could not take any more in. Slowly she removed it and stroked it, twisting her hand as she pushed it up its length. Sydney say Yuri’s cock grow to proportion she had only seen in the porn she and Nate occasionally watch. Yuri’s cock grew steadily until it was fully erect, standing straight and proud. Georgi slipped it through the lips and out one last time before grabbing Yuri’s hips and guiding him to the floor.

Georgiana straddled Yuri lowering herself onto his erect manhood. She watched as Yuri slipped slowly and smoothly into Georgi. There was no sound, just the picture of the lovers, pleasuring each other in the red-gold glow of a fire. Georgi’s full, heavy, firm breasts swayed and bounced as she repeatedly impaled herself upon Yuri. Sydney could see clearly the young woman’s sleek, muscular back and toned shoulders, beginning to glisten with sweat as she thrust down to meet Yuri’s complementary upward thrust. Sydney glimpse the sheen of slickness on Yuri’s engorged shaft. She envisioned Yuri’s chest, shiny with slick wetness. Sydney’s fire burned hotter as she envisioned the two lovers entwined in a lustful, passionate, very erotic embrace. Georgi and Yuri exuded primal sexual power and lusts from their athletic beauty. Sydney could sense their climax climbing, like the dark liquid in a thermometer. Higher and hotter it climbed, inching to the very pinnacle of the lovers’ fervor, their covetous fire hotter then the flames in the fireplace. Although there was no sound, Sydney knew the earthy, animal-like sounds emanating from the pair. Georgi arched her back, grabbing viselike to Yuri’s arms, her breasts, full and shimmering with perspiration, rose and quivered. Yuri’s head was back also, thrusting with more power, more energy, more lust. Sydney knew that the end was near for the pair. Each destined to explode all-consuming orgasm.

“Professor Hawthorne … Professor Hawthorne … Madam I am finished,” Sydney heard Yuri’s voice and as the cruel light of reality pierced her dream. “How do you feel?” he asked.

“Just wonderful. I must have fallen asleep. I am sorry I could not be better company,” Sydney apologized.

“Not to worry, many have fallen asleep on this table. Although few provide praise while asleep,” Yuri said with an innocent smile. “I believe you have a few minutes to clean up before Halima arrives. Georgi has left a new towel and a robe for you by the shower. Is there anything else I can do you? Yuri asked as he lowered the table so Sydney could get off gracefully.

“No, thank you. You are very good. Thank you for such a wonderful experience. Is there something I need to sign,” Sydney mentioned as she sat up.

“No, professor, your husband took care of everything. If you do not mind me saying, Mr. Hawthorne seems to be a very caring husband. I only hope I can make Georgi as happy as I think he makes you. We are to be married this summer,” he volunteered.

“Congratulation and I have a feeling that you two will have a very long, happy, and fulfilled life together,” Sydney told him as he left the room.

The Reward – Part II

“Super damn him for making me this blisteringly horney,” Sydney said as she turned off the water and stepped from the shower. She had just grabbed the towel when she heard a knock. “Just a moment, please” she called. Drying quickly and adorning the soft, plush terry cloth robe, she opened the door to find Georgi waiting. Sydney was plunged back to her vision by the statuesque young beauty. Sydney felt she could hardly walk she was so filled with sexual desire. Her libido had never been running this fast before. The fantasy of her and Yuri was so strong, so real it brought her to a new awareness. “Are you ready for your next appointment?” she asked cheerfully.

“Yes. Do I need to take anything?” Sydney replied

“No ma’am, just follow me,” she instructed and they started down the hall. Sydney imagined she could hear her privates squishing as she followed Georgi’s perfect butt outlined through a pair of short athletic shorts. “Did Yuri treat you well?” Sydney was asked.

“Yes, he was wonderful. Unfortunately, I fell asleep during the massage. I am a bit embarrassed,” Sydney explained. She quickly changed the subject. “I actually I hear congratulations are in order. Yuri tells me you two are engaged.”

“Yes, this summer. We are planning to have the marriage here. The management said that we could have the ballroom for nothing. Here we are. I think you will find Halimah just as capable. I will be back when she is through.”

“Thank you.” Sydney entered the room to find the most beautiful set of deep, dark eyes she had ever seen. They were like pools of deep chocolate. Behind the eyes was an exotic petite dark-skinned woman, with lustrous deep auburn hair. “Professor Hawthorne?” came a soft, melodic voice. The young woman must be in her early 20s. She held herself tall, almost regally, even though she must have been less than five and a half feet tall.

“Yes. Hello … You must be Halimah. So what wonderful delights do you have planned for me,” Sydney said as she offered her hand. Halimah grasped it with the most delicate fingers Sydney had ever seen.

“Yes ma’am. Your husband has purchased a facial, manicure and a pedicure. I will start with the pedicure, then proceed to the manicure, and finish with the facial. This allows the polish to dry. Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable.” Halimah spoke confidently and with a formal accent. Her voice was soft and musical, like a flute or oboe. It flowed from her exquisite face with the quality of a master musician. “First thing is you must choose a color.”

“Thank you. It has been … well ... I guess my wedding since my last manicure and pedicure and I have never had a facial.” Sydney replied as she situated herself in the chair Halimah indicated and selected a pale pink nail color.

“Well then, I shall work extra hard to make this a very pleasurable experience,” Halimah sang as she pulled up her work stool. “So how many years have you been married?” Halimah asked as she started to wash Sydney’s feet. “Almost 20 years now,” Sydney replied.

“My, that is a long time. Your husband must be a wonderful man to be married so long. But again, he did arrange this weekend.” Halimah chatted as she scrubbed Sydney’s feet with a stone. “Do you get away much?” she inquired. “No, not at all. In fact this is the first time away since we had children,” Sydney answered.

“My, My. Why this weekend? Is it your anniversary or maybe a birthday present?”

No. Nothing like that,” and Professor Bailey-Hawthorne began to tell how she had been working out for two years and had lost 100 pounds and this was her reward. She explained that it was a complete surprise.”

“That is the type of man I wish to marry. But I have not found him yet,” Halimah bemused.

“Do not worry, Halimah. You are young and have time. Besides, a beautiful woman like you should have not problem finding dates,” Sydney said in a motherly way.

“I hope so,” Halimah prayed. The two women continued to chat as Halimah massaged and pampered Sydney’s feet and ankles. Sydney did not get many chances to have a “Girl’s Chat”. She thoroughly enjoyed the banter about Halimah’s homeland, the goings-on at the spa and at the college, about life in general. “I am done here and ready for your hands,” Halimah announced.

“WOW! My feet look and feel great. You really are a master,” Sydney exclaimed. “My toes have never looked so good nor have my feet felt so smooth.”

“Thank you Professor,” Halimah said as she took Sydney’s hand in her own elegant fingers. The conversation continued as Sydney talked about her kids, Nate, and her job. Halimah included information about her family and one particular young man back home. Overall, it was a very pleasant conversation, refreshing in a way. Having only college professors to talk to is intellectually fulfilling, but lacks some of the informal pleasantries that most people need and women thrive on.

“I have finished with your hands. How do they look?” Halimah asked. “Just fabulous my dear; just fabulous!” Sydney praised.

“Well, I need to lower the chair and lean it back so I can reach your face. I am not so tall.”

“That is fine my dear. I just hope I will be better company that I was for poor Yuri. I fell asleep during his massage. I was so embarrassed.”

“Many have fallen asleep on his table, me included, several times in fact. But I hear he is the best. And so handsome. Georgi is so lucky to be his fiancé,” Halimah sighed. “OK I am ready, please lean back, close you eyes, and relax. Do not worry about falling asleep. With your eyes closed you will no doubt drift off. That is fine, most do,” she informed Sydney.

Doing as she was instructed, Sydney relaxed and shut her eyes. She felt a smooth lotion applied to her face. It smelled of flowers and herbs, putting her mind at rest. She heard Halimah explain what she was doing in her sweet, soft, musical voice. It was not long until Sydney was again asleep and drifting to far away places.

Sydney heard raucous laughter and bawdy singing. She was in a large room with many people having what Sydney thought was some sort of banquet, like the ones you would see Robin Hood or Ivanhoe. “No!” Sydney thought out loud as she scanned the room. No, it was more like a banquet out of Ali Baba or the Arabian Nights.

Sydney suddenly became aware of the leather collar around her neck. She also was shocked to realize her hands were cuffed together by a leather band of a foot and half in length. But what was the ultimate shock, Sydney Bailey-Hawthorne, professor of mathematics, wife and mother of two, was naked, kneeling at the feet of her husband, who was sitting on a throne, dressed as an Arabian prince and holding the other end of the leash.

“My Prince,” she her someone say and turned her face to see a pair tight leather pants and knee-high boots. She raised her face more and viewed a fleece vest opened at the front showing a well formed chest and flat abs. She also noticed metal bands on his arms, highlighting his powerful arms. She was surprised to see Yuri smiling down at her. Georgi was on his arm dressed likewise but she wore a fleece half vest, displaying copious amounts of cleavage and her tight abs. Her perfect legs and fine butt obvious through her skin tight black leather pants. “I see you have a new beauty,” said Yuri. Georgi bent and stroked Sydney’s face as she would have a favorite pet. “If I may say, my Prince, this lovely is the most beautiful yet,” Georgi added. They bowed and took their seats.

“Good evening, my lord,” came a voice Sydney knew too well. Standing before her, lording over Sydney’s submissive state was no other than Tina Tilly. She was dressed in a golden bustier, her breasts cupped, almost spilling out, in an elegant display of ebony flesh. She wore a filmy silver skirt allowing Sydney and all others to view her long, firm legs. Her feet were wrapped in golden sandals laced to the knee. Standing next to her was the young waiter, dressed in a dark blue military-style tunic, black boots, and a deep blue kilt belted with a wide black leather belt. “Beware this pet, your highness. She looks to be part wild cat,” Tina laughed as she took the young man’s arm and walked seductively away.

Others passed, all acknowledging Nate’s nobility and some commenting on Sydney. She was called a pet, a toy, night-time plaything, and a beauty. All the while, Sydney was taken aback by the ultimate submissive posture she was in. She felt embarrassed and at the same time, the picture of her, totally submissive, at the feet of her master, turned her on.

As soon as all the guests were seated, large-breasted serving wenches in tight bodices brought trays heaped with roasted meats, breads, fruits, and grilled vegetables. Copious amounts of wine were poured into golden goblets. The guests grew rowdier and bawdier. The slower serving girls were snatched and pulled into the laps of both men and women. Many of the wenches, however, expertly swerved, escaping the lustful lunges, each time playfully chastising the unfortunate guest. Lewd songs erupted spontaneously among the tables and raucous laughter floated over the crowd. The drunken, lascivious orgy seemed to build through the night until just before midnight, Nate stood. An expectant hush fell over the crowd as Nate spoke.

“My friends! A toast to fine food, fine wine, a lusty life,” Nate proclaimed as he raised his goblet. The drunken swarm erupted in salutes. Nate raised his hand and again the throng hushed. “I have some very special entertainment this night. No it is not my new pet although she may show her talents to me later,” Nate said as the guests laughed boisterously. “No, I have another treat for you; one of exceptional beauty and exquisite grace. A fine delicacy that is bound to rise more than just eyebrows,” Nate insinuated as he sipped his wine. With that he motioned to the guards at the main entrance.

They opened the doors and a lone drummer entered the room followed by two large, bare-chested men carrying a very large basket. Sydney recognized the drummer as the front desk clerk. He was dressed only in a loin cloth and a turban. His sinewy chest and legs glistened as he took a seat and placed the drum in his lap. The room fell silent and the drummer started, creating a slow, steady rhythm that was at the same time complex and driving. Sydney heard the sound of bells. They kept pace with the drummer’s tempo but produced a hypnotic counter rhythm.

The lid of the basket slowly slid open and two hands unhurriedly snaked from the opening. The hands, holding small silver bells, were gracefully by two followed lovely arms, twisting and intertwining to the music. Smoothly following the arms was a set of dark eyes; deep chocolate pools, mysterious and mesmerizing. They were framed by deep lustrous auburn curls. Her face was cover with a translucent silken veil held in place by a fine silver rope around her auburn locks. Finally, as if summoned by a snake charmer, a petite form fluidly rose, writhing in beat with the drummer. The two large men, lifter the dancer from the basket and she landed lightly on her feet.

The dancer wore a golden halter, beaded and bejeweled. He tight, flat belly was uncovered except for the deep red ruby in her navel and a thin silver strand of bells lovingly encircling her waist. The dancer’s hips and legs were covered with more silky veils. More silver bells encircled each ankle and her small, perfect feet were bare. Her movements were fluid, with the grace of a gazelle. The dancer skipped lightly as if she did not touch the ground, the bells on her delicate fingers and toes kept the spellbinding rhythm led by the drummer.

The dancer hips shook and vibrated making the silky wraps ripple. Each movement choreographed with expert precision to draw attention to different parts of the dancer. Her arms weaved erotic and hypnotic patterns before and beside her.

Expertly, the dancer moved around the room. She floated from table to table. She teased selected guests, and then elegantly danced away, leaving the subject languishing. She moved from patron to patron, leaving a wake of stunned guests. Slowly the drummer increased the tempo. The dancer, match him beat for beat. Sydney felt herself sway to the music, wishing she could join the danseur noble in her conquest of the patrons.

The rhythmic figure shimmied through the guest. Her hips swaying quickly side to side. She approached Tina and the young waiter. Looking deeply into the ebony beauty’s eyes, the dance detached a veil from her hips. She sauntered, seductively toward Tina, bewitchingly taking one step forward, entrancingly flipping one hip then repeating with the other. Sydney could see Tina’s breathing increase. Her bosoms strained against the corset. The dance reached Tina and alluringly threw the veil over Tina’s shoulders. The dancer deftly leaped into the air, twirling her rich auburn hair, leaving the veil covering Tina Tilly. Tina did not move as the fine fabric formed a golden mantle, matching Tina’s bustier. Sydney saw a burning desire in Tina’s eyes and her breasts heaved against the restraints of her bustier.

The dancer had moved on. She spun and moved to another patron. With acrobat-like moves, she vaulted onto a table, landing so gently and precisely that not one drop of wine was spilled. She nimbly danced down the length of the table, hips, hands, and beaded halter vibrating furiously; the silk scarves rippling around her feet. The dancer dexterously somersaulted three times, her feat lightly striking the table. Sydney was amazed not a single dish was disturbed. With a flourish, she picked up with the drummer’s beat. Leaving a fine silky sheet playfully sliding from another patron’s head on to the table.

The tempo increased. The danseur’s hips keeping expert pace with the driving pace. Waves of silk flowed down her legs as her hips vibrated hypnotically. She detached another veil and arched it over yet another guest. She pulled the patron toward her. Sydney watched as the dancer shook her breasts, in the same spot as the rest of her body shimmied forward, creating a graceful arch. Just as the guest was about to kiss her cleavage, she deftly flipped the silk back over the patron and wrapped it around his hands, effectively binding him. As the crowd howled with laughter, the dancer blew the patron a kiss and skipped away.

Spinning and skipping, the erotic coryphée floated through the crowd once again. As she pirouetted down the tables, Sydney noticed the hungry look on each person’s face. She realized that she too was caught in this small figure’s spell. The rhythm of the drum and the bells intensified her passion. She started to rise. A small tug on her leash reminded her that she was in forbidden territory. As she looked back at Nate and noticed the same hungry look in his eyes. Her position also allowed her a close view of his growing manhood, restricted under his trousers. Smiling, she returned her attention back to the dancer, just in time to see another veil drop.

Sydney noticed much more of the dancer was exposed. In fact, Sydney could see that the dancer was covered by only a veil in the front, one in the back and one covering her face. The dancer twisted, flipped, and twirled steadily around the room; her feet a blaze of hypnotic patterns, the bells tinkling, and the drum pulsating. As the dancer and the drummer intensified their lustful ballet, Sydney’s lust increased. The heat and sexual intensity increased in the room. Nate was growing even larger, his member straining against its imprisonment. The drummer’s beat sped up as did the dancer’s counterpoint. Suddenly she stopped in mid-move, the drummer stopped, the crowd stopped breathing, the world around them seemed to stop.

All eyes were on the graceful petite figure. However, she was looking straight at Yuri. He was looking back, entranced. The drum stoked once. One small foot moved forward. A second stroke and with a flourish of her hip, the dancer stepped the other foot forward. Beat … Step … Beat … Flourish … The tempo quicken with each beat until it resumed and exceeded the previous tempo. The ecdysiast’s hips and halter were flying at amazing speeds. Closer and closer to Yuri she moved. He could not move, trapped in this small spider’s erotic web. She danced right up to Yuri, moved her face to within inches of his. She then turned on her heals and performed the move amazing back bend. Her body seemed to defy gravity. It seemed to float. She righted her self and cart wheeled away, leaving two veils, binding Yuri and Georgi together.

As the drummer played an amazingly intricate and intensely racing rhythm, the figurante burst into a full run then completed a series of hand springs like a gymnast across the mat. She vaulted in the air, spinning and flipping over Nate and was hidden from the crowd by his throne. The drummer expertly stoked his drum in to a roll. However, the dancer did not reappear. Just as Nate was turning to see what was happening, the dancer adroitly leaped over Sydney and onto the head table, landing gracefully, facing Nate. The last veil floated softly onto Sydney, covering one shoulder and breast. Sydney looked at the table, and there stood Halimah, nude except for the belt of bells around her waist and ankles. She ceremoniously threw one arm into the triumphantly.

The drummer stopped. The dance was over and Halimah stood on the table before Nate, glistening with perspiration; her pert breasts heaving from the exertion. The ruby in her navel set off her flat belly. Her slim hip encircled by the belt of silver bells and her auburn hair was both wild and plastered against face. All eyes were on this small nude beauty that had aroused the room.

Nate sat stunned, staring in to Halimah’s deep eyes, mesmerized. His hands gripped the arms of his throne tightly. He was no longer the master but was held, submissive to the delicate form before him. She had total power the Prince. She could do anything she wanted. Halimah was for the moment queen of Nate’s domain. She reached out and pulled him roughly to her. She pulled his face toward hers, his lips being pulled into hers …

“Professor Hawthorne … Professor Hawthorne … Madam I am finished,” Sydney heard Halimah’s melodic voice arouse her from her dream. “How do you feel?” she asked.

“Oh My! Did I fall asleep?” Sydney asked.

“Yes. I am afraid so. But I am finished. How do you feel?” Halimah inquired.

Sydney wanted to say “So horney I would fuck that broom over there.” But she instead said, “Like a new woman. One I never knew I could be. Do I owe you anything?”

“No madam. You husband has already paid me and left me a very generous tip,’ Halimah answered. “You can wait here for Georgi if you wish. I have to leave for another appointment. It was good to meet you. I hope you have a wonderful stay,” she said as she gathered her belongings.

“Thank you. Halimah,” she added. ”You be patient about meeting someone. I have a feeling someone special will be dancing into you life before you know it,” Sydney said confidently.

“I hope so. Good-bye professor” and Halimah left. Sydney relaxed in the chair and thought about her wild dream. This was a side of herself Sydney she had never encountered; never knew she had. She knew she would have to explore it deeper. However, the dream had intensified her lust. “If I don’t get fucked soon I will not be responsible for my actions” she murmured to herself. She sat exploring this “darker” side of her lust for some minutes more, until Georgi called to her from the doorway.

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The Reward – Part 3

Once again, Sydney was forced to follow Georgi’s firm, tight, and perfect butt. She was at her limit; the dreams on the massage table and while receiving the facial had increased her “Horniness Index” to record levels. Add to that, the picture of her leashed and naked at her husband’s feet left her confused, excited, and adventurous. She needed relief and she needed it now. One more dream, one more gorgeous person getting screwed and she was going to take action, no matter who was watching. “A little exhibitism? Hmmm? Could be fun,” she thought then shook her head. That was DEFINITELY something she would never even have thought was fun prior to today.

Sydney, not paying much attention to where she was going or what was happening around her, did not notice Georgi had stopped. Noticing too late to stop herself, Sydney raised her hands in an automatic response, accidentally placing one hand on Georgi’s breast. “I am very sorry. Guess I was day-dreaming and was not being attentive,” she said embarrassed. Of course, the feel of the high, round, and firm breast in her hand increased the sexual pressures within her. In fact, she thought the breast felt good. Although not ever having any bisexual thoughts, Sydney was surprised by her desire to undress that breast and stroke it more.

“That’s alright. Your husband has scheduled a 30 minute whirlpool. The water we use comes from the natural springs in the area and people say they have some relaxing qualities. On the tub you will find a button. Press that and the jets will start and run for 15 minutes. Afterwards, the water temperature will gently be lowered for the remaining 15 minutes. When the tone sounds, your 30 minutes are up. This is the women’s showers. We require each person to shower beforehand. Health reasons you see,” Georgi instructed with a smile. “Your clothes have been returned to your room, cleaned. Please leave the robe hanging on a hook in the shower room and select a clean one from the shelves. It has been a pleasure serving you and Yuri, Halimah, and I wish you a happy stay.”

“Excellent. I thank you for all your attention. Again congratulations on your up coming marriage,” Sydney responded as Georgi left. She entered the shower room and did as she instructed. “Finally, some alone time to attend to my needs,” she thought as she wrapped herself in the warm, fluffy robe. She moved to the whirlpool room marked with her name. She entered the whirlpool spa. Preparing to enter the whirlpool, mind set on masturbating until she could not walk, Sydney removed her robe and stepped to the pool. However, with her mind on her dreams, her “accident” with Georgi, and her plan, she did not notice the other person standing by the frosted window.

“I have always liked to look at your wonderful body,” Nate proclaimed.

“Shit!” Sydney jumped. “NATE!” she then voiced when she recognized the robed figure. This was the relief she needed, she wanted. Better than masturbating, she was going to have her favorite cock and she was going to ride it for all it was worth. No love making here. Sydney Bailey-Hawthorn, Professor of Mathematics, Wife and Mother of two, was going to get fucked and fucked silly.

She rushed to her husband. Throwing open his robe, she knelt, and pounced upon him like a tigress on a deer. “Hey! Nice to see you too,” Nate said as Sydney grabbed his flaccid member and started to lick it. It was very kind to her. Sensing her wants and needs, Nate’s manhood started to awaken. After 20 years of marriage and countless blowjobs, Sydney knew just what to do to prepare her “toy”. Alternately, licking, engulfing and stroking Nate’s manhood, she felt it stiffen and enlarge in both her hand and mouth. She licked the full length of the shaft, from balls to tip then surrounded the head with her lips. She pushed the swelling member through her lips into her mouth, licking the soft underbelly of Nate’s cock with her flat tongue as it slipped effortlessly into the back of Sydney’s throat. She reversed the process, slowly sliding his cock out of her mouth and running her tongue the length of the shaft until be reached nicely shaved balls. She repeated, each time, the expanding manhood sliding deeper into her mouth. So caught up in her lust, Sydney did not realize she had slipped Nate’s entire cock into her mouth, deepthroating him. Nate let out a deep groan as his cock completed its penetration of Sydney’s throat.

As Sydney used one hand to guide and control Nate’s cock, the other found her pussy. She was wet, very wet, incredibly wet, unbelievably wet. Her fingers found her clit and was quickly swirling it. However, she very quickly sensed an impending orgasm. Lucky for her Nate was ready. She stood, led Nate to the window, turned her back to him and guided his erection to her sweet, wet, warm, and wanting opening. Nate obliged and entered deeply and completely on the first thrust. He slid in smoothly. He had never felt Sydney so wet and after 20 years of marriage he knew what she needed. He quickly pulled back and thrusted hard and deep again. She intensified the thrust by pushing back. They repeated their actions, each time drawing a primordial grunt from his wife. He pulled back and thrusted again and agian. Sydney could not feel the cold tile of the window against her hands or the floor beneath her feet. All she could feel was Nate’s cock in her, thrusting as deep as it would go. The rush of energy she felt was more than she had ever felt before. She erupted in a colossal orgasm sending electric shock waves pulsing throughout her entire being. Her vaginal walls squeezed Nate telling him of her climax. He re-doubled his efforts, thrusting harder, sending Sydney further into ecstasy.

“OH MY! YES! YES! YES! YES!” was what Sydney wanted to say. “AHHHHHHHHHH” was all that she produced. She encouraged Nate by yelling “FUCK ME HARDER.” At least that is what she wanted to do. “UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH!” was what really came out. It was incredible. Sydney experienced a second peak, high than the first was, then a third, and a fourth, and then she lost count. Each peak sent her voice higher in pitch, the grunts more primitive, more basic, but no more understandable. She had never in her life had such an orgasm or orgasms. It was blinding, all consuming. The powerful waves were all she could feel. Even, Nate’s thrusts were lost in the groundswell of lustful energy coursing through her body.

Finally, her knees buckled under her and she fell to the floor, shaking. At least she would have if Nate did not encircle her with his arms and hold her shaking body. “WOW!” was all she said a few minutes later after gaining some composure. However, she was not done. She stood and guided Nate to the whirlpool. She instructed him to sit at the edge. She then grabbed Nate still stiff cock and started to stroke it. She was going to give Nate a dose of his own medicine. “Revenge Time,” she whispered as she slowly moved her hand up and down the length of her husband’s member. “What was that?” Nate asked. She did not respond but continued to stroke. Some strokes ended at the base of the cock’s head, other times she caressed his swollen head. Her other hand cuddled his balls, lightly massaging the orbs with her fingers. Ever so slowing her fist moved the length of his cock. She knew he was going crazy. However, she wanted to him to experience as much of the longing as she felt. Sydney then explained why she was so excited to see him. She described her dreams in vivid detail as she stroked her husband. The warm water embraced her as she recanted the scene between Yuri and Georgi, making sure she described Georgi’s body in vivid pictures. She completed a slow downward stroke with each telling of Georgi’s thrust and then completed a slow upward stroke when Georgi rose, poised for another thrust down. What seemed like an eternity to Nate, she sensuously painted a picture of Yuri’s and Georgi’s love-making with Nate’s cock as the brush and canvas. Just as she was reaching the pinnacle, she stopped. “And I did not even get to view her orgasm”, Sydney said in a pouty voice. “Know what happened next?” she asked.

“Uhhhh, NO!” Nate struggled to say as his hands moved to finish the job.

She slapped his hands away. “What’s the matter, big man cannot handle a little excitement?” she teased. “Well let me just tell you what happened next,” Sydney said in a soft, teasing voice. She proceeded to describe Halimah’s dance. “They both showed a lot of cleavage,” she said as she described Georgi’s and Tina’s outfits. “I surmise that if I looked over Tina’s shoulder I probably could have seen her full breast. You know that Tina’s tits are really large and surprisingly firm for being so large. She came into the center once in a bikini and by the way they almost popped out her top and gently bounced as she walked, it was quite obvious just how large and firm her tits are.” Sydney continued to torture Nate as she described the dance. She wickedly described her attire, or lack of attire, and that she actually enjoyed being the submissive. “I think we should explore a role-play some time. I liked being your pet. I wonder where I can get a leather corset to fit me,” she purred. She finished by describing Halimah’a body, her small but firm breasts, her petite curves, and small but perfect feet. “… and when she landed in front of you, you could see everything, from her mysterious eyes to the little landing strip. She looked like she wanted you and you had such a hard-on. Just like now,” she giggled. She knew that Nate would not last much longer and she felt that he understood the situation he placed her in.

She sped up her stroking. Nate’s head leaned back as he erupted. His sweet elixir shot all over Sydney’s chest and face. “Oh My! That’s a lot of cum.” She said as she licked the remaining cum from her hand and his cock, engulfing his cock head, sending shivers through her husband. “There, all better?” she asked as she grabbed a robe and wiped herself off.

She then pressed the “Start” button and felt the powerful jets against her body. Lowering herself into the warm water, she positioned her body so that a jet was driving warm bubbles against her clit. She moaned as the loving bubbles tickled her clit. Still worked up from her dreams, the fucking Nate gave her, and her teasing, she knew that she would orgasm again soon. The jets stimulated her, increasing her internal heat. Closer and closer she climbed, hotter and hotter she became. Nate had recovered, slid into the pool and moved to behind her. She was content to let the jets do the “Hard’ work. But he assisted by massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples, and gently kissing her neck. He was letting the bubbles perform their magic. Soft moans flowed from deep within her. The passionate streams worked her privates into a full nuclear reactor, generating heat and energy, radiating it from the tip of her toes to the top of her scalp.

Just as programmed, the jets stopped. It was the cool down time. “No! Don’t stop!” she cried. Nate was quick to move. He moved her to the edge of the tub. Spreading her legs he dived into her muff, licking up her sweet juices. He ran his tongue around between her lips and found her love button. He used the tip of his tongue to create small circles around it. It did not take long to coax an orgasm from Sydney. “Please don’t stop! I’m Cumming, OH MY, YES! YES! YES! YES!” she whispered and she pushed Nate’s head further into her quivering mass. Nate did not stop. Her actions energized him more and he re-doubled his efforts, licking her lips, sucking on her clit, and fucking her with his tongue. “Another one! Yes another one! I’m coming again!” Sydney grunted. “I love you! Yes! Yes, OH! STOP! I can’t stand any more.” Nate stopped knowing when his wife had reached her limit. Sydney slid into the water and onto her husband’s lap. They spent the remaining minutes cuddling and necking in the pool.

They put on their robes and made their way to their room. Holding hands, Sydney’s arm contently and lovingly entwined in Nate’s, they passed Yuri, Georgi and Halimah, who were speaking in the lobby. Yuri pulled Georgi to him and pointed to Mr. and Professor Hawthorn as they passed through the lobby, oblivious to their surroundings. The three smiled knowingly noticing Sydney’s relaxed glow and the loving aura surrounding the couple. Halimah leaned to Georgi and quietly said “I think our lovely professor is having a great stay. No?”

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I wouldn't mind a reward like that, myself!