Not Exactly What He Had in Mind! 12

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Kyla, the raven haired dancer's most mothering alternate personality, continues to remember the most dangerous time in Linda's life. - Twelve years ago, shocked by catching her new husband in the act of fucking a blonde tramp, something snapped inside her fragile mind!

Now a frightening new player emerges from Linda's past and plots to get her revenge, and is even willing to kill to get it!

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This chapter explores just how fragile Linda's hold on her sanity was before the compromise her friend proposed. It ended up saving both her and her marriage, but at what cost? Despite all outward appearances, the internal power struggle within her mind has been anything but bloodless.

Her oldest friend, driven by a desperate need he doesn't even understand, has pushed himself to the point of exhaustion returning from the other side of the world!

Finally home, he must now face his worst fears and a past his is still ashamed of.

The mess caused by his buddies inability to keep his cock in his pants... or out of the wrong women... may destroy them all!

Enjoy!

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Please keep what should be a fantasy as just a fantasy. Exploring beyond safe limits in real life is fraught with real danger and real consequences. Respect the preset limits of others and make them respect your stated boundaries as well.

ALWAYS play safe!

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Miyoko/Linda froze.

Still she wouldn't move. Her face doubly frozen behind both her makeup and inner mask. I reached up both hands towards hers confidently. Unable to resist she bent down and gracefully assumed a geisha's waiting position.

Linda's Japanese was shaky, but flawless in both accent and tempo. She even had the pitch correct.

This was going to be more complicated than I had thought. I reached and touched both of her hands lightly. A shudder shook her tiny frame. Then another.

Miyoko looked at me sharply and I just plunged onwards... in somewhat broken English this time.

"I wish you to accompany me for the rest of this evening. Is this how this is done?" I reached into my pocket and with both hands I spread out the folded bills. I left them on the stage and backed away a single careful step."

Miyoko/Linda was speechless for so many reasons... but nodded quickly.

I backed away with more grace than I felt and then simply turned and walked away. I knew Linda had automatically picked up her money and begun to take off part of her outfit as she started dancing again.

It took all I had to just keep walking away without turning around again.

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I was sure that she had missed some of my words, but my tone conveyed enough of my meaning to her.

She sat down and allowed me to scoot her closer to the small table. She noticed a small ceramic saki set on the table. She brightened and gestured towards the traditional clay vessels. I nodded my permission and she began to pour.

"I am assured this is a good as what is being served in Japan these days... but one can never tell for sure... until one has experienced it... and by then, of course, its far too late if its not."

Miyoko nodded once and completed her tasks and sat back down again.

"To accepting as much truth as one is able to."

She nodded her agreement, but her small hands shook a bit as she brought the saki to her lips.

"I am looking forward to an enjoyable evening and hearing more about you. But first I think we need to look at the menu in order to give the chefs the time to do their best for us, you agree?"

As Miyoko went to get up, I reached across the small space and held her hand gently but firmly.

"Here, for now, you should let another serve us both. You would offend her and diminish her honor by usurping her place. If you should agree to it, later, you can serve me alone. Yes?"

The carefully chosen phrase had its desired effect.

Miyoko could only manage a brief compliant nod and finish her tiny but very powerful drink, as I did mine.

A small hand gesture brought Emma moving towards us with a wine list and two of the new hideously overpriced gourmet menus.

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Hoping I had guessed correctly, I watched as Emma apologized profusely and backed away. I turned to find Linda/Miyoko staring at me curiously. Had I messed something up in my all too rusty Japanese?

Miyoko had poured us both another glass of saki and we had just finished downing it when Emma returned with the shortest champagne bucket stand I had ever seen. It was already filled with ice and a bottle protruded from the top.

Emma set down the two crystal flutes on the cloth and carefully arranged the bottle so close to the edge of our table it was almost sure to get knocked over at some point. I caught Emma's eyes and held my tongue. She pulled the bottle from the bucket and held it out for my inspection.

Wow!

I hadn't seen one of these in years! I'd be tempted to drink the whole thing myself, under different circumstances. I nodded eagerly as she quickly opened the bottle with a loud pop! She poured Miyoko a small amount in her glass and waited for her troubled childhood friend to take a sip.

Receiving a nod of approval, she carefully poured the same amount into my glass. As I looked up I could see Emma gesturing towards the stunted little bucket stand. With one finger at her eye and a point to the shorter dancer I thought I understood.

I could easily pour any of my drinks out into the bucket practically at my knee... without being seen... if I was careful.

But to pour this vintage out like that was almost sacrilege... and Linda would know that about me! She'd never suspect I'd be able to do it! Perfect!

The old saw about not being able to sacrifice mere material things for what was really important was going to be so very true tonight. In more ways than one!

But I would enjoy this one glass fully... before the sushi arrived at least!

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Miyoko somehow turned in place to allow her left hip to run directly into the length of my twitching cock. It stopped her slide and also brought her eyes and lips level with mine. She gave me the lightest of kisses.

"It's not their eyes... is it? Mine are much more interesting, don't you think?"

Miyoko/Linda looked deep into my grayish eyes. Her intense blue stare seemed to reach deep within me. I was utterly helpless to conceal what I felt.

Even under normal situations... I didn't have much in the way of emotional defenses... not against most women.

None, apparently, strong enough to oppose her tonight.

In this situation my very soul seemed to be laid bare to her gaze.

Finding what she had wished to see, she once again brushed her lips against mine.

"It's not their lips is it? Mine must taste every bit as good as theirs, yes?"

My deep shudder confirmed what she had suspected. Her eyes never left mine as she kissed me again and this time let her tongue slip inside my mouth. She released my hands and held my face firmly. She ground her lips forcefully against mine until I was almost gasping for air.

My arms involuntarily wrapped themselves around the back of her silk corset and pulled her closer.

Despite my growing need, I sucked hard on her tongue, causing her entire body to shiver.

When she released her grip she pulled back... we both filled our lungs with air... and she studied me once more.

"What about Japanese women, in particular, drives you to such lengths?"

One of her hands teased its way down my shaking abs and rested so very near my crotch. My entire body began to tremble slightly. When her fingers hooked themselves around my waistband I let out a groan that I instantly regretted.

Using that grip as leverage she swung herself off of me and knelt between my legs. Looking down at her... with her mouth just inches from my stiffening cock... I trembled even more.

I couldn't stop it.

It was like the violent chills a person gets in one of the stages of hypothermia. I was even having trouble keeping my eyes focused on the woman I had come here to try and help save.

"Why have you NEVER slept with a Japanese woman? You've had plenty of opportunities. It's not your social status. It's not lack of wealth. Or prospects. Its not fear. This is NOT fear!"

The hand she had used to lower herself down detached itself from my belt. It slid a few inches and rested directly on top of my erection. One finger slowly traced its outline underneath the smooth cloth.

"You aren't afraid of hurting them with this, are you? Its a myth that all Japanese men are small. I know that for a fact! But plenty of Japanese women WOULD think twice before trying to take all of this inside of them."

As I felt the warm strength of the hand resting on my cock... it began twitching and growing even more. After a more particularly violent twitch, she snatched back her hand as if stung.

Tentatively she went to replace her hand... but stopped. She suddenly seemed unsure of herself.

Shyly she looked up at me from her subservient position... but her spirit was anything but that.

When I didn't answer she laid her head directly down onto my lap. Her right cheek resting on my cock... which instantly stopped its involuntary movements.

Her warm face felt so good to me there.

The beautiful but deadly hairpins were only inches away now from my left hand.

It would be so easy to remove both of them in a flash.

I could even slowly tease them loose... using the excuse I wanted to see her long dark tresses set free... which was the absolute truth anyway.

I let my eyes slide over to Emma, still sitting at the doorway. She was on edge and seemed anxious for me to remove the deadly weapons. But it just didn't feel right.

My grandfather and I had many talks about such items... and their place in history... but more importantly how they affected the people who possessed them.

Even temporarily... and in reality... all of our possessions were temporary in the grand scheme of things.

It was important... somehow so very important... that she give them up of her own free will.

I shook my head almost imperceptibly and shifted my gaze away from my concerned helper. Back to the woman now entwining her hands beneath the cuffs of my slacks.

The small hands felt incredibly warm and alive as they sought the back of my calves. Once they had a firm grip she began rubbing her soft cheek up and down the length of my startled member.

I placed my hands on the arms of the chair and dug my fingernails in as she began turning her head to the right.

A moan escaped my lips as she lightly kissed my cock thru my suit.

When she exhaled her hot moist breath into the fabric... the new chair's frame actually creaked under my frantic clutches.

We both froze as she continued to breath in deeply through her nose... and pushed her excited releases thru my pants... and onto my cock beneath them.

I think we both lost track of time.

After awhile she slowly moved her lips downwards to my balls... and lifted her eyes up to meet mine.

As she purposefully exhaled even more forcefully... I started shaking and went to look away from her deep blue eyes.

She raised up, walked forward on her knees until her amazing naked breasts completely covered my groin. I could even feel her hard nipples poking me thru the cloth. At that provocation I looked downwards again.

When her lips formed a slight smile, I began to shake uncontrollably. The look on my face must have been fascinating to her. She started to speak but suddenly stopped.

Our eyes held each other as my trembling got worse.

She tried speaking again but failed this time too.

Somewhere... very deep inside her... a tightly twisted knot slipped... and her entire beautiful frame shook once in response.

For one brief moment... just one... Linda... and only Linda... looked up at me.

Then her body twitched again... then once more... and my friend disappeared.

Utterly.

I froze in place... all my trembling stopped dead still... and I waited for a stranger's words to come.

"You want me. This doesn't lie!"

Both of this new person's slim white hands pushed down against the full length of my cock.

"I have within me what you value most about Japanese women, don't I?"

I looked down at the beautiful woman on her knees clutching my flesh thru my pants.

"You know I do! I'm yours. Just take me away from here and I will never leave you!"

Stunned at what I saw in her eyes I shook my head no and tried to pin her in place with my gaze.

Her body shook several times... but I couldn't tell the real reason for it. Before I could peer any deeper she released her grip and almost leapt to her feet.

She frantically climbed on to my lap... forcing my legs together with her strong thighs. Before I could make another move she recaptured my hands and locked her entwined fingers with mine.

Now she was the one searching my eyes again. The person behind those eyes this time was totally unfamiliar to me. I felt exposed and vulnerable.

And very afraid.

In shame, I started to turn my head away from her... and Emma... but her mouth ground itself against mine to prevent that. When her long velvet tongue snaked its way into my mouth... my shaking started again... but even worse this time.

I closed my eyes but they flew open again when I felt her sharp fingernails threatened to pierce the skin of my hands. Leaving me gasping for air, she tightened her already impressive grip and forced my hands up against the wall.

Pulling her head away finally, she leaned back a fraction and squeezed her legs together hard. I winced in pain as my balls shifted to get out of the way. She ground her entire mound down hard onto my clothed cock.

I imagined I could actually feel how wet she must be getting. She pushed against me harder and then began a slow rhythm. Her own body quivering strongly in her desire for more.

Much more!

"Something about those tiny, weak, exotic women fascinates you! It took you away from me! You abandoned me! What about them made you leave me! Tell me what it is?"

What? She knew just a minute ago. I'd swear it! I wouldn't have hesitated for a second to bet the car sitting out in the parking lot on that fact! But the tone of her voice was too frantic. To possessive. To real to be faked. Even for Linda!

I shook my head and body so violently that I almost dislodged her from my lap.

She reestablished her upper body's position... pinning my arms even tighter. She swung one leg over and forced it as far as she could get it between my legs. When she gripped my right leg between those incredibly strong thighs I finally felt... even thru my pants... how unbelievably wet she was. How eager she was. How desperate she was.

"Tell me why... and I am yours tonight. You can take me home... to a hotel room... to a back alley... your car... right in the middle of a fucking crowd of people... anywhere! I won't care! You can fuck me until I bleed! Just say it!"

I was shocked, dismayed and so very excited all at once.. but I did what I had to do.

"No! I won't! If you really know... and know me... then YOU will say it! But you can't! I didn't leave you for them!"

She ground her sex onto my knee again and again. She shuddered there for a long moment and then froze. Then she pushed my head aside... towards Emma... and licked my exposed ear. When I felt her perfect white teeth nibble... my hips rose up in response... but met only empty air.

I so piggishly wished that she hadn't changed her position!

"I can even guarantee to you that I can bring HER along! She'll do anything I tell her to! All you have to do is say it!"

I went to turn my head away from the sight of Emma standing at the door... but I found Miyoko's left hand on my chin. Her right hand was snaking it's way down inside the waist band of my suit.

"Look at her! Think about what we could both do to her, together!"

As this strong new personality's hand found my straining erection barely covered by my underwear, she gasped!

"Think what both of us could do to you! To this! You'd be helpless to stop us... once we got started in on you... with all that I know... and her innocence."

I groaned and pushed up hard into her hand... finally having warm female flesh to push against again... and I loved the feel of her own groin frantically still rubbing against my knee.

Her breath began coming in shudderingly deep gasps... despite the pain the tight corset must have been causing her.

As her hand started to slip beneath my underwear and I felt her trembling flesh there for the first time... she started coming loudly... and I lost it!

I frantically disentangled her hand from my clothes and tried shoving her away.

Failing on my first attempt I then used both my hands.

Hard!

Her flailing legs tipped the champagne bucket over on to the floor. Spilling the last of the bottle's precious contents... and the liquid of my other secretly discarded drinks... out on to the new carpet.

Overbalanced, she slipped off my knee and fell hard on to the floor.

The person inside the beautiful raven haired woman shook with the throes of her continuing orgasm and her beautiful but almost insane laughter.

Even now... maybe especially now... my desire for her still threatened disaster.

I stared at her heaving chest and the breasts that still beckoned to me cruelly.

When I saw her hand begin to slip her panties aside to finish herself off... it was suddenly much too much.

I got to my feet and fled to the VIP room's unfinished bathroom as fast as I could.

Even it's thick door wasn't enough to prevent the sound of excited peals of laughter... that quickly changed into a loud series of moans... from reaching me in there.

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