Chapter Four

In his bedroom in number seven, Douglas was going deep. He’d learnt to meditate years ago during a stay on a Northern Indian ashram, but had since taken the practise to new dimensions, allowing himself to plunge deeper and deeper into his very core, from where he could access the secrets of the universe, and manifest anything he chose.

Nathalie had inspired him, and her arrival on the feast day of Aphrodite struck him as highly portentous. He lay on his back on his bed, eyes closed and let himself sink to the place where he could make anything happen. “Give me the goddess,” he commanded. “Manifest the goddess for me. Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty and pleasure, goddess of the sea, come to me in human form. Sexual desire, sexual pleasure, sexual rapture, I command them all.”

The woman massaging his thighs now allowed her lips to caress his stiffened cock, and to glide her tongue over its tip, lapping at it like an ice-cream, and Douglas sighed. Svetlana had been quite the find. He’d stayed faithful to Ludmilla for over a year now, more out of laziness than duty, delighting in her tender thighs and marshmallow breasts, her throaty laugh and intriguing collection of tattoos, but now it was young Svetlana who’d captured his imagination. He’d spotted her on the seafront, touting her wares along the main strip, and he’d fallen for her slight frame, full lips, cheap blonde hair and come-to-bed cleavage.

A former gymnast, she’d once performed her routine, naked, for him in his living room, and as she’d pirouetted and pranced, her pussy was like a beacon flashing in the night, and he’d catch glimpses of it and then it would be gone again, then there’d be another glimpse, followed by a dazzling display as she did the overhead splits. She was capable of positions that most humans could only dream about, and was happy to be taken in ways that made his eyes water: one leg tucked behind her neck had been a recent treat, then there was the occasion when he’d taken her with her legs straight over her head, feet touching the floor and pussy looking up to the sun, and as he’d plunged inside her he’d held onto her ankles, and when his cock slipped accidentally out of her pussy, it dived straight inside her mouth instead.

Fucking Svetlana was like fucking a comic super hero with powers beyond those of mere mortals. She didn’t come cheap, but she cost a hell of a lot less than a wife, and was infinitely more willing and available.

She took him wholly in her mouth now and sucked, before releasing him and teasing him with gentle licks and laps. Douglas allowed his conscious self to surface slowly.

‘You know what I like next,’ he told her, and she climbed onto him, so that her pussy was just above his face, and continued working on his cock, taking it deeper and deeper inside her mouth. More than anything, Douglas loved to admire Svetlana’s cunt. Waxed and hair-free, he loved its folds and contours, he loved to open her pussy lips and explore the layers, as if each one would take him on a deeper journey. Sometimes he’d give it gentle licks, but she was undemanding, and didn’t seem to care either way, so for most of the time he was happy just to admire it and inhale its delicate scent. Her arsehole, too, he loved to look at that sweet puckering, remembering the times he’d slid his cock inside, relishing the tight but intense pleasure it offered.

Svetlana continued on his cock, her tongue coiling and uncoiling itself around his shaft, her mouth cloaking him like the softest cashmere, and he obliged her by sliding his tongue over her clitoris, then taking long laps of her pussy lips and drinking her in.

‘It’s time,’ he said, wanting to prolong the pleasure and delay his orgasm.

She reached for the condom on his bedside table and rolled it onto his cock.

‘You want me on top?’ she asked. ‘Or take from behind?’

He loved how direct she was, never bothering with conversation unless it was to establish his preferred position.

‘Behind,’ he decided, shifting on the bed to allow her to go on all fours. He paused to admire her for a moment, her legs splayed and her buttocks open, her pussy wet and greedy. He took one, long, elaborate lick that started at her cunt and finished at the top of her crack, loving the sensation of that warm hollow under his tongue, the puckering of her arse. How clean and smooth and white she was, and more than anything, how willing.

Then he slipped his cock inside her wet pussy, and, holding her by the waist, thrust in and out several times, still manifesting his Aphrodite. When he misjudged and his cock slipped out, he took it as a sign, and pushed it inside her arsehole instead. How deliciously tight, how unbelievably hot she felt; fucking her arse was like finding a little piece of heaven where you were least expecting it. He pushed in, slowly and deliberately, imagining that dark tunnel like a journey of intense pleasure. He leant forward to cup her silicon-hard breasts in both hands, massaging them and pinching their nipples between his fingers.

She might have been nothing more than a sea-front prostitute, but in that moment Douglas worshipped Svetlana like one of Aphrodite’s priestesses; in fucking her arse he was paying homage to all women, and to their ability to arouse in him a sexual rapture of the deepest kind.

He came, and as he did so he knew something magical was happening; his commands were shooting out with his cum, leaving his spirit and entering the universe, where the wheels of his fortune were beginning to turn, and as he bucked and shuddered inside her, he knew that everything and, more importantly, everyone he desired would shortly be his.

When it was over he handed her an envelope stuffed with euros, which she took wordlessly.

‘Later this week?’ he enquired, to which she shrugged as if he’d asked her to pick up some dry-cleaning on his behalf. Douglas watched as she dressed and departed, walking out of the floodlit complex to where her scooter was parked. No one else was around, Douglas was pleased to note, as he liked to be discreet about such matters. He still hadn’t got a story lined up should any of the neighbours run into her, and he doubted they’d believe she was delivering pizzas.

Perhaps it was the very thought of her discovery that made her visits all the more exciting, he wondered. That, and the fact that she didn’t give a damn. Within an hour she might be offering her arse to another man, an idea which didn’t especially please him, but which he accepted.

With any luck, however, with the power of the universe on his side and a veritable goddess just two doors away, he wouldn’t be needing her services for much longer anyway.