The Veiled Woman

There was a figure standing at the edge of the massive tub. Though she was shrouded in the thick, unearthly billows of steam that filled the rooms, hiding its dimensions and making it seem much larger than it really was, Alan could clearly make out that she was female by the contours of her outline. A the mist thinned slightly, he could make out more of her.

She was stunningly beautiful, with a curvy, hourglass figure. Her breasts were large and full, tipped by pink, puffy nipples, her hips wide and rounded. Her gorgeous body was framed by cascading coils of glossy, silvery-blond hair, reaching down almost to her waist. Her face was partially hidden in shadow, her eyes covered by a gossamer-thin shroud of black fabric, so fine it looked like a blindfold of black mist. Only her mouth was visible beneath the dark veil, her lips a bright, saturated crimson. It was the only splash of bright colour in the pale, steamy murk of the bathroom, like a lone, red rose, flowering in the middle of a barren landscape of volcanic ash.

Feeling his gaze slide over her body, his eyes pressing into the softness of her snow white skin, the woman moved closer to the edge of the tub. Without a word, she turned around and sat down on the edge of the bathtub, the plump, round globes of her buttocks hanging over the side not a foot away from Alan's face. Her creamy skin glistened in the gloamy half-light, as if she had been oiled. Her whole body appeared to be warm and wet and Alan longed to touch her. The sight of her juicy ass right there in front of his face had made him unbelievably hard and the red, throbbing tip of his cock protruded from the surface of the hot water.

He reached out one hand and gently touched her plump flesh. It was smooth as silk and strangely cool, despite the jungle-like heat of the room. His hand slid across her buttock, his fingers sinking into the slippery, firm meat of her gorgeous ass. The strange woman smiled down at him, encouraging him to continue. Emboldened, he gripped her ass in both hands, filling them with her soft meat, kneading the springy assflesh like dough in his firm grasp.

Without even thinking, Alan leaned forward and kissed the strange woman's left asscheek. He kissed the soft globe again, harder this time and she let out a deep sigh. It sounded as if it were coming from far away, although she was right there in front of him. He felt her hand reach down and back, stroking his hair and gently pressing him closer. With both hands, he spread her cheeks apart, opening her ass up and exposing the tightly-shut, dark pink knot of her anus. It twitched at him, offering him a glimpse of the bright pink insides. Beneath her perfect butthole Alan could see the petals of her pussy, glistening with steamy moisture, open and hungry for his throbbing cock. With two fingers, he gently stroked her lower lips, and she moaned again. When he drew his fingers back, they were dripping with nectar.

Emboldened, he slipped his fingers between her folds. Although she was sopping wet, her insides gripped his questing digits with a surprising amount of strength. Like a child with a new toy, he bagan to explore her insides, increasing his pace until he was roughly fingerfucking her. The strange woman groaned as she came on his hand, her cunt twitching and squeezing down on his fingers, hot juice running down his wrist. He felt her hand grip his hair tight, pushing him down and forcing his face between her plump asscheeks. She held him in place with an unnatural strength for her soft, feminine frame, smothering him in the fleshy pillows of her abundant ass.

Alan knew what she wanted. His lips were pressed against her anus, and he bagan to kiss between the enticing crack of her ass. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick the tight hole. At the sensation of his tongue probing her tightly-shut pucker, the woman let out a bestial whimper of desperation and she pressed her buttocks against his face even tighter. His hands still gripped her yielding white meat, forcing her cheeks apart, prying open the meaty ring of her sphincter so that he could invade her tight, hot tunnel even deeper. He felt her insides twist and clench around his probing tongue, and he increased his pace, hungrily eating out her delicious asshole while his fingers continued to fuck her nectar-slick flesh-lily. Like a starving dog he lapped at her, tasting the sweat on her skin and making her moan and cum, while his cock throbbed and twitched in frustration, a red, vein-corded pillar of violent desire, jutting out of the water like an angry red lighthouse.

With a howl of lust, the woman came again, spraying a gout of liquid across the tiles of the floor. Alan felt her grip loosen and with a loud gasp, he pulled himself out from between her gorgeous asscheeks, chin dripping with saliva and the ever-dripping honey of her steaming-hot cunt. He lifted himself out of the water, rising like an avenging angel, his cock a firey sword of iron-hard meat, his balls heavy and bloated with churning cum. The strange woman tuned her head, looking up at him. Her eyes were still hidden behind her black gossamer veil, but her ruby lips formed a slack "o" of hunger, drool dripping down her chin, her cheeks flushed pink, her body heaving with each ragged, cum-starved breath she took. The mist seemed thicker now, hotter than ever. He couldn't see the walls, or even the floor. Just this mysterious woman, bent forward plump ass sitting over the edge of the tub, offering herself to him.

He surveyed his prize. Her pussy was wide-open, the pale pink outer lips flared open, revealing the burning magenta of the tightness within. Her asshole twitched and clenched in anguish at no longer feeling his tongue squirming inside it, eager to be pried open and forcefully filled to the brim.

Gripping his straining rod at the base, Alan moved closer, angling the flared crimson head towards her begging holes...