Aphrodite Makes the Rounds

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Don zipped his suitcase and raced down his front stairs. He was late for his Uber. When be got to the street, he was taken aback. According to the App, there should have been a guy named Ahmed waiting for him in a beige Prius. Rather, a woman stood impatiently next to a silver Bentley Flying Spur.“Don?” the woman asked.“Um, yeah…Are you my Uber?”“Yes,” the woman said in accented English. “Ahmed was…detained. I’m Aphrodite.”As Don reached the car, he realized the woman was gorgeous. She had long, auburn hair and crystal blue eyes. She was tall and dressed in a white frock that managed to both conceal everything and nothing at all. He fought the urge to stare at her obviously braless tits. She had the legs of an athlete, which were well displayed by the bias cut of the dress, and her gold gladiator-style sandals.They set off to the airport at breakneck speed. Well, he thought, she’ll get the ticket, not me.“Don,” she said in her enticing accent. “You are headed to Seattle on business, yes?”He answered unconsciously, distracted as he was by both the beauty and utter recklessness of the driver.“A conference, yes?” Aphrodite said, more telling than asking. She must be giving rides to a lot of people headed to the conference, he thought.“And you are excited to be with a co-worker, yes?” She probed further. Don hesitated. He figured something was lost in translation.“Um…sure.”“Emily, is it not?” she asked as she wove recklessly through traffic.“Wait … how do you know — ““I know many things, Don,” Aphrodite said, cutting him off. “I know that you think of Emily all the time. I know that you want to fuck her. I am correct, no?”“No!” Don protested. “I don’t know where you are getting all this, lady!”“You did not pull on that fat loukinika sausage of yours just last night, as you imagined fucking petite Emily on your hotel bed? I think it is best that you be honest with me.”Don was shocked. His heart beat in his ears. How the fuck…?“This is crazy! I’m married! She’s married!”Aphrodite laughed. “These notions of total fidelity that you moderns have is so absurd! You throw away so much joy for no reason!”“Don,” Aphrodite continued as she took the airport exit ramp at ninety miles an hour, “I am here to help. I am the goddess of love — and lust — after all. I will visit you again, soon,” she said as she screeched to a halt. “Now get out. Please give our friend Ahmed five stars.”Don worked through security and boarded the plane in a shocked stupor. His brow was moist with sweat by the time he got to his seat in First Class. The flight attendant handed him a boxed water. He stared out the window at nothing in particular, alternating from thinking about the bizarre encounter avcılar escort bayan he had just had, with thinking about Emily. That freaky lady Aphrodite had one thing right: he totally wanted to fuck Emily Smith. He thought of little else.[We will be closing the cabin doors and reviewing our safety procedures. Please…]“This seat is available, no?” A deep voice interrupted Don’s day dream.Don turned to see a strapping man in his mid-twenties standing, completely nude, in the aisleway. He was layered in sculpted muscles. A set of shaved cock and balls stood at full, swollen attention. It was difficult for Don to avert his eyes from the eight inches of well-veined steel that pointed in his direction.“Hello, Don,” the man said as he took a seat. “It’s Aphrodite.”Don uttered nothing, but his expression conveyed his astonishment and confusion.“Actually, it’s Aphrodite and Jake. I’m — this body — is Jake. Aphrodite is inside me. Sort of. It’s difficult to explain,” the naked man babbled, stroking his thick, weeping rod as he did so.Don looked about in horror.“Oh, no one can see me. Or hear me. But they can hear you. So keep it on the down low.”“Do you have to keep doing that?” Don whispered, nodding in the direction of Jake’s fist moving slowly up and down his prodigious prick.“That’s me doing that, Don. Jake’s thing is just too perfect to keep my hands — er, his hands — off of it.”Don had not thought, until that moment, that he could be more confused. They seemed to understand his need for explanation.“Aphrodite plucked me from this totally awesome threesome I was having with this couple from Montreal. I was topping the guy, hard, while he was eating out his super-hot red headed girlfriend, and I was just on the edge and thinking I’d pull out and blast her pretty face, and then, wham, Aphrodite snatched me. So until she drops me back in that guy’s ass, I’m like this.”Don’s jaw slacked in amazement.“Yeah,” the gorgeous moron yammered on, “I’ll fuck anything. With all this going on,” he said, gesturing to his spectacular body using his available hand. “I figure I’m here to please. Fuck, that stewardess his hot —“Shit, right. Sorry. I’m not big on focusing. What I want to say… I mean, what Aphrodite wants me to say, is: you gotta gift, man. You have a dick. And people want to get filled up with it. This Emily chick that you are hot for — she wants dick. And you should give her yours. It’s an obligation. You offend the gods if you walk away from that.”Jake seemed proud of himself that he had completed his assignment, though clearly the Aphrodite inside him was guiding him along.“Don. Listen to our young horny friend. I will see you again in another beylikdüzü escort bayan form, soon.”And with that, the young Adonis and his oozing prick were gone. Presumably, he was once again balls-deep in his bi-threesome. As soon as the plane reached altitude, Don slipped into a restless, dream-laden sleep. When he awoke on the descent, he wondered if it had all been a dream. He worked his way through the dumpy maze that was the Seattle airport. He boarded the underground train and did a double-take.Perched on the ledge at the back of the train was a pretty Asian girl. She was staring at Don with her big brown eyes, her full lips forming a seductive “O.” A pair of faded cut-off shorts hung from one of her black Converse sneakers. A skimpy red camisole had been pushed below her pert medium-sized breasts. Her hands were busy. One was thrusting in and out of her shaved pussy, while the other squeezed her breast, sometimes pinching and twisting her nipples. Long raven braids swayed in time to her violent masturbation.“Aphrodite, I presume,” Don said, walking toward the young, lusty brunette.“She is beautiful, no? This is Kimmy Park. Until moments ago, she and a couple of her cheerleader friends were experimenting behind the gymnasium. Oh, Don, you are so hard. I would let you take her — she wants to be taken — but this is not our purpose, today,” Aphrodite explained as she apparently relaxed her assault. The girl’s hands slowed to a gentle fondling.“Oh, my fucking god! I’m so fucking horny. This Greek bitch really knows how to jill. Let’s get this over with so I can get back to having Jane and Tammy’s tongues competing over my ass and cunt,” the young beauty said between gasps.Don stood, dumbstruck, wishing he could drop to his knees and gobble up the delicious pussy in front of him. He felt his stiff cock twitch through the pocket of his dress slacks.“You are a handsome guy, Don. What are you, early thirties?” Kimmy asked without waiting for an answer. “I love older guys. They know what they are doing. And, if you give them your ass and call them ‘Daddy,’ they can be very generous.“Truth is,” she continued, “I love younger guys, too. And girls. And there is this super hot lady gym teacher that fucks like a goddam champ. But here’s my point: most of us like to fuck, Don. And I don’t mean just horny Korean girls, like me. I mean women. All women. We want it. We want it bad. And that Emily of yours, she wants it, too.“Until a couple years ago, I was a lonely, nerdy Asian chick with thick glasses and a stick body. And then at sixteen, I got these tits and this round Asian booty, and suddenly the world opened up. My accented English wasn’t a problem esenyurt escort as long as I spoke the language of love. And I speak that now, all the time, if you know what I mean.”Poof! She was gone. Only Don’s raging hard-on remained as evidence of her visit. He took a Lyft to the hotel. He expected a visit from Aphrodite for the whole forty minute journey. He checked into the hotel, thinking he was likely going insane.“Mr. Daniels,” the clerk said, “I almost forgot. A Ms. Smith left a note for you.” The clerk slipped a hotel envelope across the desk.Don tore open the envelope before he even reached the elevator.Don! I arrived this morning. I’m playing tourist at Pike Place Market. Meet me at the bar at The Pink Door at 5:00. XOXO Emily.The note was very innocent, but Don lingered over the “XOXO” like he was a middle-schooler. Did she really mean hugs and kisses? And what kind of hugs and what kind of kisses?“Aaah!” Don startled as he swung open the hotel room door. Standing next to the bed was a seventy-something man in a disturbingly short paisley bathrobe. He was sporting an unlit cigar and a yamaka sitting precariously on his mostly bald head.“Don, come in. Come in, boychick. Very nice room! You get a corporate rate?” the man said in a New York accent.Don dropped his bag in exasperation.“Aphrodite?!”“Yeah, that shiksa goddess is in here somewhere. I wish I was in her, if you know what I mean! I’m Sol. That hot little number pulled me from quite the smooch-session with Dottie Rabinowitz. Oooh, that chicken can kiss. And when she takes her teeth out — oy, she gives the best blow job in the entire Rubenstein Elder Care Facility!”Sol walked up to Don and grabbed a bit of cheek between his thumb and forefinger.“Miss Greek Tits and Ass is playing at being a yenta. She wants me to give you a message. I can’t believe a handsome, virile man such as yourself would need it, but here goes: You really need to schtup this Emily girl. Stop pussyfooting around!“I was married for fifty-three years to my dear wife, Ruth. Baruch HaShem. We were the happiest couple anyone ever saw. Three tremendous kids. You know how we stayed so happy?”Don shook his head.“Because we fucked around! That’s how! I’ve been in the rag trade since I was a schmetzel. Never met a model I didn’t try to schtup. Banged a solid thirty, forty percent. Mickey Mantle kind of numbers. And the wife! We went through gardeners like water! She liked ‘em big and black. Oh yeah, more than once I arrived home to find my sweet Ruth with a big schvatsa schlong buried in her little knish.”Don stared, dumbfounded.“Here’s the thing,” Sol continued, “you don’t fuck, and a person gets resentful. And that shit eats up a marriage. You gotta fuck, Don. You gotta fuck this Emily. Because if you don’t, you’re going to be resentful. You don’t want that. Your wife doesn’t want that. Get that nice thick putz of yours revved up and screw Emily into next Thursday. For the good of your marriage!”

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