Ada’s Tattoo part 5

Ada’s Tattoo part five

Ada woke alone in the bed. It was eight o’clock and there was a note. She was pleased to see it just as she was pleased with the evening and night she had spent with Frank. She read the note before she did anything else.

Good morning HT,

I don’t know what your plans are for the day but you may stay as long as you want to. You may also spend the rest of your time in town at my place. You are welcome either way. The do not disturb tag is on your door handle so sleep in if you like. Call me when you get hungry and I will bring you some breakfast.

Love, Frank.

Once again she had slept naked. Thinking back she realized she had not worn anything at all since she had stripped in front of Frank the afternoon before. She thought about that while she called Frank.

“Good morning lover.” She said when he answered the office phone in a professional way.

He was alone and answered, “I stood there for the longest time watching you sleep. You are so beautiful and I was so tempted. Are you hungry?”

“A little. I’m going to bathe, use your key.” She purred.

It was the beginning of day four. The changes in her were beginning to feel more normal to her. She knew she would have responded easily if he had woken her for sex. That and the feel of the satyr’s hands on her was what she was thinking about when she heard a quiet knock. She smiled and waited. In half a minute the door opened and not finding her in the room he peeked his head into the open bathroom door.

“I brought you a cream cheese bagel and coffee.” He said, his eyes taking her in. He held the wrapped bagel and coffee as if he had forgotten he was holding them. She was tall and a little more than slender yet she was shapely in her own way. Her calves and thighs showed muscle tone as did her ass that he had examined at length the night before. Her hips were feminine and her stomach had a slight round tummy when she stood that didn’t crease when she sat. Her ribs didn’t show and her breasts were nicely round and appropriately full on her. He remembered the feel of her fine and responsive nipples in his mouth. Her shoulders were square below a long slender neck and her face was framed by dark medium length hair.

“Yum. Just put them right here.” She said, indicating the wide rim of the tub. “You look like you are going to stay.” She said when he just continued to look at her naked body in the tub.

“Oh god I wish I could.”

“All you have to do is touch me right here and you will have to.” She said, indicating the dot tattoo.

He just stood there, anxious to go but wanting to stay.

She smiled at him and thought not for the first time that morning how much see wanted him on her.

“I’m going to eat right here and when I have finished this coffee I am going to dry off and get onto the bed. Once there I am going to wake up our little friend and play. That will be in exactly twenty five minutes. You can come back and do whatever you want then or you can work the desk, your call.

“God you’re sexy!”

“I feel sexy. As a matter of fact I’ve never felt sexier.”

Frank left quickly after that. Ada didn’t know if he was escaping or rushing to get some work done so he could come back in time to watch and join in.

Twenty minutes later she was sitting up in bed, ready to experiment.

“Come out here where I can see you.”

This time there was no delay, the satyr emerged and looked at her expectantly.

“I’m going to give you away soon but I want you to know that I’ll miss you.”

At that the satyr grinned and started to move toward her thigh. She watched, feeling him on her. She had no idea what he might do next but she was certain it would lead to him having her in some way. She remembered the first time she had felt him and how shocking and frightening it had been. Now she liked the feel of his hooves on her. It was sexually exciting, especially knowing that he would soon be fucking her yet again. It didn’t even occur to her that it might be too often and she might want to assert more self-control. She knew it would be over soon and she would miss him. She half wondered what it would be like without him as he capered about, finally stopping at the place where the felt-tip chair had been.

“It’s amazing, I never know what you will do…” she was about to say “next” but what he did stopped the word in her mouth. The satyr, having gone to the place where she had played with him, picked up the little birth mark with his hand. Ada had utterly forgotten about it but seeing him remove it like that she was shocked that she hadn’t associated it with him in the first place. It was even the same color as him, how could she not have known? Now he had it in his fist as he went back toward his hideaway.

“What is that? What are you doing with it? Shit! What have I done?” She said to him and herself at the same time. She knew though, she knew now what it was and felt dense not to have known all along.

The satyr showed her his mischievous grin but that was all, it remained his only form of communication. He went directly to the dot and drew the geisha out. Ada might have tried to interrupt him, to ask him again what it meant but she was too appalled at the implications of his actions and the nature of the brown dot that she had so blithely taken for a simple birth mark.

He took the time to spread the tattoo, a thing that he didn’t usually bother with. The geisha waited, smiling and removing her garment. Once her backdrop was as it had been before he had awoken her Ada became confused about his intensions. The geisha though wasn’t confused at all. She stood near him naked and willing as he finally swept the table clear of the tea set. He had done all with one hand, the “birthmark” still clutched in the other, then with his free hand he took hers and drew her to lie on the table. It was only large enough to accommodate her from her shoulders to her ass and Ada knew the discomfort of the position even as she rested back on the pillows and headboard. Seconds after that though she was overwhelmed with sensation because the satyr pressed his face firmly between her legs and showed her what he could do there with his mouth.

“Oh My god! Oh my god!” Ada cried, sliding down and spreading herself involuntarily.

She lifted her hips again and again as she quickly built toward orgasm. His mouth seemed to be everywhere at once down there, on her and in her. Her whole existence consisted only of ecstatic pleasure. Then, just as suddenly he had begun, his mouth was gone. Ada opened her eyes at the unexpected interruption. She heard her own heavy breathing and was about to look at her breast to see what the matter was when she felt his fingers playing at the threshold of her labia. She was soaking down there and felt two, then quickly three fingers enter and stretch her. For a little time he played with her like that and Ada fell back into pleasure. A fourth finger came into play and she took note, her eyes widening. Still though she accommodated even that in fairly short order and found the pleasure again despite the pressure. It was the eventual introduction of his thumb though that made her gasp.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! No you can’t, you just can’t!” she cried out. The steady pressure continued with no relief after that. It stretched her and stretched her as the ghostly hand slowly rotated and pushed at her entrance. She panted and groaned. Somewhere in her mind she knew it wouldn’t actually harm her but the pain of the insistent penetration was real and inescapable. Still panting she lifted her head to look wide eyed at the pair of them. She did so just in time to see his hand finally go into the geisha, her stretched vaginal lips wrapped tightly around his wrist. Ada felt the sudden full intrusion of it. There was actually some relief, his wrist being narrower that his hand. The fullness she felt was incredible. She could feel her pulse, or was it his. Did he have a pulse? Her confused and overwhelmed mind asked. The hand in her became a fist and tried to draw back out which of course it couldn’t do. That was when she realized the pulse she felt was that of her engorged clitoris as it was thrust up and pressured from behind. The finger joints played havoc with her G-spot and her vaginal muscles suddenly clamped down on the fist in a massive orgasm.

Frank heard her cry out in excruciating ecstasy and opened the door as quickly as he could. Once in he found her on the bed on her back, kind of as he had expected. She looked fine but for the fact that she was up on her elbows, covered in sweat, and looking aghast at her tattoo. He looked at it as well and it took him a moment to make sense of what his eyes saw. The satyr had his entire hand in the geisha and was slowly pumping it in and out. The geisha looked to be as devastated by this as Ada seemed to be. Ada was clearly rising to another orgasm though as Frank watched.

Frank was quite late. He had rushed through his morning routine and hung the flat plastic clock on the inside of the office window. The hands were turned to indicate the office would reopen at nine forty five. Frank had half an hour to do whatever he wanted with or to Ada. Her sultry invitation being all he had focused on for most of the last hour. He was naked in seconds and though he wasn’t exactly sure what he intended to do he was on the bed anyway. He got onto his knees and scouting forward forced his way like that between her legs, lifting her ass with his hands grasping her cheeks as he went until he was queued up to her soaking pussy to have her like that. Her ass was on his thighs and she fell back off of her elbows as he began to pull her onto his manhood with his arms while he thrust as well as he may with his hips.

Ada wanted to laugh but she was busy panting. She couldn’t stop responding to what was happening to the geisha and to herself by proxy. She was so full of the satyr’s fist that she really couldn’t feel Frank or what he was doing. She had certainly never had a fist in her before and in her dismay she had to assume that it wouldn’t be the last time she would experience it. She knew what the satyr was doing and why he had his hand in the geisha like that. He was putting the “birthmark” into the geisha with the other bits of himself that were already there. He had done it after she announced that she was thinking of getting rid of him. It all made sense, he was cleaning house and setting up the next cycle. She wondered how many offspring the geisha might bare him. The satyr could have made himself smaller in order to do it to her but he remained the size that was proportionate for the geisha, meaning that his fist was a lot to encompass for even a well-used female accommodation.