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Cult of the Cock Ch. 01

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This is a work of fantasy fiction and does not intend to relate to any real people or events. All characters are 18+.

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As we drove along the rocky track that snaked its way through the Sahara Desert, I sat listening to the jolting of the old, rusty 4×4 and enjoying the warm, soaking rays of the midday sun. The driver was a local who had met us at the airport with the sole instruction of getting us to the “dig site”, and beside me sat my young assistants, Jamie and Natasha, two budding archaeologists I had hand-picked straight out of grad school.

“We are here,” cried out the driver as we crested one final sand dune. Before us stretched out a huge excavation site, surrounded on all sides by large tents. Beyond it lay a small town made up of low-rise sandstone buildings, at the centre of which an obelisk jutted up from the sand.

The driver jolted to a stop and announced our arrival. We thanked and paid him, then got out and unloaded several bags and crates full of equipment. I turned as I heard my name being called. The head of excavations was approaching, hand outstretched.

“Dr White, thank you for coming on such short notice,” he said.

“It’s no problem. What have we got?” I replied.

“Something new,” he said. “We’re not sure what we’re looking at here. That’s why we needed a man of your expertise and experience.”

“Well, it’s good to be here,” I said. “Now, let’s get stuck in. Can we go right in?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “This way.” He led me to the dig site, with my assistants following keenly. There, a flight of stairs, very old and worn, led down into the darkness, and the head of excavations turned on a powerful torch to guide us down. As we emerged into a long, dark tunnel, the man passed his torch-beam over the walls, revealing row upon Ankara escort row of writing etched into the stone.

“We’re not sure what that is,” he said. “The writing looks like hieroglyphics, but we can’t decipher it.”

“Those aren’t hieroglyphics,” I said, inspecting them closely. “No, this is something older… far older. But this place is so well built; this ancient civilisation must have been incredibly advanced for its time.”

“Look at this figure,” Natasha said. “It appears really often.”

“It looks like an ankh, only with two loops,” I said. “Maybe it’s a primitive form of the figure.”

“Looks like a dick,” Jamie said, giggling.

It did, in fact, look quite phallic, and it was etched everywhere along the tunnel. The tunnel ended, however, quite abruptly. We had reached the end. There was nothing here.

“That’s all there is,” the head of excavations said. “At least all we can see. We need you to find where this tunnel really leads.”

We headed back to camp then, to settle in and prepare our equipment for the next day’s work. I was preparing to go to sleep when the curtain over the doorway was swept open and Natasha walked into my tent. She was dressed for bedtime, wearing just her panties and a tight little tank top which showed off her slender form and the ample mounds of her tits. Struggling to tear my eyes off of her body, I asked her, stammering, what she was doing in my tent.

“I came for you,” she said, her voice almost comically seductive as she approached me, wrapping her arms slowly around my neck as her lips hovered just centimetres from my neck. I felt the blood hammering in my neck under the warmth of her breath, and my whole body tingled as her hand ran down my neck and settled on my pectoral.

“Natasha,” I said in a hoarse whisper, Ankara escort bayan “what are you doing?”

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” she breathed, planting a soft kiss on my throat.

Trembling, I protested half-heartedly before lifting her chin gently and kissing her. She melted in my arms as I passionately kissed her, pulling her body in toward me as her little hand fumbled for my dick. I grew hard in her hand as we made out, and she started to slowly rub my cock as I pulled her tank top over her head. I felt a sudden thrill as I laid eyes on her tits, which were perfect and perky, with hard little nipples that made her moan as I sucked on them. Moving between her sweet mouth and her nipples, I kept making out with my beautiful assistant while she jerked me off.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered in my ear, and I wasted no time granting her wish. Lifting her up, I laid her down on my camp bed and watched her lie there in wait while I stripped. Then I joined her on the bed, poising myself over her so that my body hovered just over her naked form.

“Show me that pussy,” I whispered as I rubbed my cock in anticipation. She smiled sweetly as he pulled down her soaking panties, revealing a beautiful pink pussy, a delicious slit that sparkled with juices and that was topped with a neat wedge of blonde hair. I licked my lips as I went to feel her pussy, but as my fingers stroked along the length of her slit, the visions began. Suddenly that symbol, that ancient dick-shaped letter, began to flash in my vision. Backing away from Natasha, I looked around bewildered as the symbol kept flashing, growing faster and darker.

“Are you ok, Dr White?” Natasha said, concerned, as she sat up.

“I — I don’t know,” I said. “I’m not feeling too well. Maybe it was the flight.”

“Shall Escort Ankara I go?” she asked.

“No,” I said firmly. “Stay. I’m just a bit disoriented, that’s all. And now that you’re here, I simply have to fuck you.”

She smiled as she lay back, and I pounced onto her. The visions were continuing, and intensifying, but I ploughed through, kissing Natasha deeply as my hard cock-head pressed up against the opening of her pussy. With a deep sigh, I sank deep into her tight, warm cunt, thrusting slowly and arousing little moans from my beautiful assistant.

But now the vision was stronger, harder to ignore. The strange double-looped symbol began to transform in my mind, taking on the form of a huge dick, thick and veiny, and topped with a livid purplish head. The two loops transformed into great, swinging balls, and the whole organ throbbed in my vision. My mouth went dry and I felt a tingle racing up my dick and asshole, and the only thing I knew in that moment was that I wanted cock. No; that I NEEDED cock. The pussy wrapped around my furiously pounding dick was nothing to me. What is a simple hole in comparison to a large, pulsing organ? Nothing.

Soon, I felt ready to cum, and without even thinking, I pulled out and squirted lashings of creamy cum onto Natasha’s hot little body. As I pulled away from her, the pulsating image of a cock began to subside. I looked at her as she lay there, naked, exhausted, shivering in glee and covered in my semen. But I felt nothing but indifference. All I could see as I looked at her wet pussy was a thick, veiny cock.

I don’t know when she left, but suddenly she was gone. She must have gotten tired of my silent, distracted demeanour. I just sat there wondering what was happening, watching the cock pulsate in my vision.

One thing I knew was that these visions had something to do with this mysterious place; this strange subterranean civilisation with their strange language and architecture. Somehow, I had been unwittingly indoctrinated into craving cock.

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