Ninki the Nymphomaniac Fairy

Ninki the Nymphomaniac Fairy
by N.J.

Dudley Grange was just a shell. The burnt out skeleton of an English stately home which had once rivalled the Palace of Versailles for opulence.

Built in 1897 by Sir Josiah Dudley with the huge profits he had amassed from his shipbuilding yards, the 80-room mansion’s days of grandeur and extravagance came to an abrupt end in 1937 when a disastrous fire – started in a bread oven in the kitchen’s bakery – had swept through the mansion and virtually gutted the entire complex. Only the masonry walls survived, with every timber-framed roof, plastered ceiling, oak panelling and boarded pine floor consumed by the flames.

Today, Dudley Court’s impressive 100-acre parkland remains a popular tourist destination.

Randy and Sandy Roxburgh were Canadian visitors on a cultural, whistle-stop tour of Europe. The couple had an “open marriage,” which, far from causing friction or resentment, had only heightened their sexual pleasure together. Sandy was a self-confessed cum slut, who delighted in being in the centre of a bukakke circle.

Randy had told his wife he especially wanted to experience the famous Dudley Grange grotto, which he had read was haunted.

“Damn it, Randy, we’re lost!” exclaimed Sandy, glaring at the map on the centrespread of the official guide. “So where’s this fucking grotto?” she stabbed the diagram with her finger and handed her husband the book.

“Well, we’ve seen the lake and the island with the Chinese pagoda. So, by rights, the grotto should be…” he looked up at the middle distance “… over there, beyond those fir trees.”

“Okay, let’s go,” she called, striding down the slope. “I busting for a pee!”

A battered sign directed them down a narrow path into the shade of a stately stand of old sequoia trees. Pine needles crunched underfoot. Suddenly they were upon it. “Beware: low headroom and uneven floor surfaces” warned a notice above the tiny arched stone entrance.

The dank interior was hardly inviting. Man-made to simulate some ancient subterranean rock cave, the eerie grotto was about half the size of a tennis court, with a mosaic-clad ceiling. Water dripped from the stone walls and a musty smell pervaded the atmosphere. A small oval pool at the far end was raised above floor level so that it’s overflowing surface dropped, like a miniature waterfall, into a curved trough beneath.

Sandy lowered her tracksuit bottom and slid her panties to one side. Then nimbly pinching her labia lips, she let out a huge amber gush, which flew into the pool. Randy was always excited when Sandy pissed in front of him. He unzipped his slacks and got his cock out. “Sit on the edge of the pool, babes, and we’ll have a quickie.”

“Hey, Randy, wouldn’t it be great if someone caught us at it?”

The thought of discovery quickly brought her man to a climax. He pulled out and shot a large load of spunk into the pool in which his wife had just pissed.

“Wow, that sure was some piss, sweetheart!” came a tiny voice from above. “And your hubby’s just left some gorgeous creamy jizz in my bathing pool, too!”

The grotto had now become flooded with artificial light, as if an invisible hand had thrown a control switch. It was a soft blue light that shimmied and pulsed, with tiny blue, green and pink star-like particles of dust cascading down from the ceiling. In the background were the familiar strains of Tchaikovsky’s “Dance of the Sugar Plum fairy.” And standing above them, on a small stone outcrop, was a beautiful fairy, looking down at the bemused couple. “Hi! My name’s Ninki.”

Barely two feet high, Ninki’s svelte little body was clad in a figure-hugging, sequin-covered white silk basque, with emerald green suspenders supporting lace-topped sheer silk stockings. On the fairy’s feet were silver high-heel shoes, and in her hand she held a long glass wand, on the end of which was a twinkling star.

“Pleased to meet you,” said Randy and Sandy in unison.

“Do you live here?” asked Sandy.

“Sure do. Me and my little helpers.” The fairy nodded to the cave behind.

“How long have you been here?” enquired Randy.

“One…two hundred years? To tell you the truth, I’ve rather lost track of time.”

“So, do you remember when the mansion was inhabited?”

“Certainly do. Hey, we had some hot times then!”

“Really?”

“You better believe it, honey. Old Sir Josiah was just a sexual animal. Heard of droit du seigneur?”

“Can’t say I have. What is it?”

“Medieval French tradition. Simply translated, it means: ‘Because I’m the boss, I can fuck anyone who works for me: chambermaids, serving wenches even the pageboys and stable lads, if they’ve got cute asses.’”

“Wow! And did he?”

“You bet. Day and night, darling. That man was insatiable! One time when both the cutest chambermaids had periods, he went out into the farmyard and fucked a sheep!”

“So how did Lady Dudley feel about all this depravity?” asked Sandy.

“Didn’t bat an eyelid, sweetie. You see, her ladyship ‘played for the other side,’ so to speak. So she was happy down the gardens with her friends, holding sexy all-girl tea parties in the woods!”

“Dirty and sexy?”

“Absolutely filthy! Me and my fairies used to join in. Full-on lesbian pussy-licking sessions, queening and simply loads of piss action. You name it. Those were the days! Until that drunken Russian pastry cook went and burnt the fucking house down! I’ve been stranded in this poxy grotto for over 75 years. Only time I can materialise is if something sexy happens in here. You’re the first two to fuck in here for six years, would you believe.”

Regaining her composure, Ninki stepped off the platform and levitated gracefully down to the edge of the miniature pool. “Ever done dogging?” she asked, casually stroking her wand across Randy’s semi-erect cock. She licked the tip of the magic stick and grinned.

“As a matter of fact we have. Back home in Canada. But ‘dogging’ is an English term; we just call it ‘swinging.’”

“Not done it here in Britain?”

“‘Fraid not,” said Sandy, sadly.

The fairy turned to Sandy, stroking her wand along her exposed slit. “Do you like it?”

“Love it!”

“Which bits?”

“Oh, I don’t know…all of it. It’s somehow so wickedly sexy. Getting total strangers to cum. Especially over my tits. I love that. I’m a cum slut!”

“And you’re happy watching?” the fairy asked Randy.

“Sure. Anything that gets my baby off is okqy by me.”

The fairy sat on the edge of the pool, swinging her slender stocking-clad legs provocatively. She stroked her thigh. “So what are you into, Randy?”

“Into?”

“What turns you on, sex-wise? When wifey here’s being used and abused?”

“I love piss play, actually.”

“Do you? Me too! It’s soooo naughty, isn’t it?” She adjusted the split crotch of the lace panties beneath her basque, revealing a tiny hairless slit.

“Hey, how’d you like to have a fairy piss in your mouth?”

“Wow, yes please!”

“OK, well kneel on the floor in front of me, darling.”

Ninki sat on the edge of the pool with her dainty legs open. She lifted the edge of her basque to reveal the most divine miniature quim. With her two middle fingers pinching her tiny petals, she directed a thin golden stream straight into Randy’s open mouth, splashing her piss across his face and chin.

“OK, show’s over,” said the fairy, dabbing her slit with a tissue that appeared from nowhere. “How’d you two feel about doing a dogging session up in the car park?”

“When?”

“Today. This afternoon.”

“In broad daylight?” asked a surprised Randy.

“Sure, why not?”

“Back home in Ontario we only do our swinging after dark, usually in secluded countryside car parks away from the towns and cities. We post details on the internet the day before to get a good turn-out.”

“Well, Dudley Grange car park will be much more exciting.” Ninki winked at Sandy. “And much hornier, I promise. Let’s make it a cum fest, shall we? And to get things off to a flying start, I’m going to cover you both with my special magic star dust.”

So saying, the glamorous fairy reached into a small pouch hanging by a silk thread from her back. She flipped open its jewelled flap and plunged her tiny hand inside. Then she pulled it out and, like a farmer casting seed in a field, sprinkled a cascade of starry dust over the two startled visitors.

Randy and Sandy Roxburgh were instantly transported back to the car park, where they found themselves seated in their rented SUV. Sandy was in the back seat, while Randy was in the front passenger seat, with his camcorder on his lap. His fly was unzipped and his cock was rigid. His wife sat with her skirt pulled up and her panties around her ankles. Kneeling on the edge of the seat in front of her, Ninki was hungrily licking her cunt.

As Randy checked the battery level of his camera, Sandy groaned softly as the tiny fairy’s agile tongue brought her to a trembling climax. “Oh fuck, yes! Do that again, Ninki?” She flopped back in the seat, just as the sound of crunching gravel signalled the arrival of someone on foot.

“Hey, here comes our first customer,” said Randy, raising the camera’s viewfinder to his eye.

“Hello, dearie!” said Sandy enthusiastically to an elderly gardener who hovered by the back of the car holding a rake. “Like a nice time?”

“How much?” the old man grunted, laying his rake on the gravel and cautiously advancing towards Sandy, stroking the crotch of his overalls.

“It’s free.” The man needed no further encouragement and eagerly withdrew a handsome, hooded penis. After three or four generous strokes, the dark hood slid back to reveal a mushroom-shaped glans, already coated with pre-cum.

Sandy licked her lips lasciviously. “Get a bit closer, dearie. I’ll jerk you off and you can cum all over my pussy,” she said, opening her legs wide, to reveal a thick bush of pubic hair. The fairy eagerly moved in to get a close-up view of the climax.

Through word-of-mouth recommendation, Sandy serviced three of the mansion’s gardeners, including a well-hung 19-year-old apprentice. She also had a visit from the man running the ticket office, who was given permission to cum over her breasts, which were now on full view, their nipples generously glazed. A small queue had formed by the side of the silver SUV, with several “customers” eagerly peering through the car’s side window.

During a lull, Randy changed cartridges after Sandy’s twentieth customers. “How’s my adorable cum slut coping the back there?” Randy asked.

“Great. I’m just drenched in spunk! Hey aren’t the English such gentlemen? They all say ‘thank you’ after I’ve wanked them off. And that one who jacked off into my mouth had the most delicious-tasting cum.”

Randy was bent forward fiddling with the camera’s exposure settings when the crunch of gravel heralded Sandy’s 21st visitor. “Hello, dearie, like a nice time?” she purred sexily.

Through his viewfinder, Randy saw a smartly-creased pair of dark blue trousers – yet to be unzipped. Above them was a dark blue tunic with silver buttons, across which was the black spiral cord of a two-way radio. And hanging on the outside of the trousers was a black truncheon. Standing alongside the uniformed man, was a short, black policewoman.

“Would you mind stepping out of the car, madam?” he told Sandy. And you, sir? And switch off that camera please.” Parked alongside the SUV was a white police car with its blue lights flashing.

Standing on the SUV’s roof, Ninki surreptitiously sprinkled a generous quantity of her magic fairy dust onto the uniforms of the two police officers.

They remained frozen to the ground for several moments. Then the man turned to his colleague. “On second thought, Chantelle, why don’t you join the lady in the back? Get your kit off and show us your lovely big tits!”

The woman officer needed no second invitation. She quickly removed her tunic top and the black slip underneath, to reveal an ample bosom spilling out of a lacey black half-cup bra. Her hardened nipples were surrounded by dark, saucer-sized areolas.

“Right you are, serge,” she replied, enthusiastically climbing in alongside Sandy and fingering her slit. Standing on tiptoes on one of Sandy’s thighs, Ninki was hungrily licking the spunk from her nipples, while at the same time frigging herself with the base of her wand. In the two front seats, Randy and the police officer were settling down to a friendly cock-sucking session.

Ten minutes later everyone had cum at least once, with the women getting themselves and each other off multiple times. Ninki’s face and hair were coated in the jizz of at least a dozen strangers. The two officers, thanked the couple and told them they were welcome remain at the car park as long as they liked. Randy heard them talking as they returned to their car, uniforms still sparkling with traces of star dust.

“How ‘bout you let me have a go at that lovely cock of yours so I can give you a proper jobby?” the lady copper said.

“Only if you’ll permit me to taste that juicy fanny you’ve been hiding from me all this time.”

“Fair enough.” She slapped her partner’s arse. “I always knew you had a thing for the dark meat.”

As soon as they got into their vehicle, the lady officer’s head ducked down out of sight. Ninki giggled as the car swerved a few times on the way out. She then noticed the sun at the horizon and pouted.

“I have to back in my grotto by sundown or I’ll turn into a used condom.”

“Really?” Sandy exclaimed, looking horrified.

Ninki laughed. “No, silly, that would be ridiculous. But I would lose my magic, and we wouldn’t want that.” She floated up into the air, shedding a few drips of thinning semen as she did. “I hope you two had fun. Thanks for making this the best cum fest I’ve had in ages.” She swooped down and gave Sandy a kiss on a clit, then flitted to the front seat and planted a smooch on the tip of Randy’s cock.

Ninki flew out the window leaving the sound of tinkling bells in her wake, then popped back in a moment later. “And be sure to tell your friends back home to stop by my grotto if they ever come to visit.” She winked and was off.

“One more day before we fly home,” Sandy said, lightly caressing her cum-drenched pussy lips. “How are we going to top this?”

Randy thought about it for a second. “How about we get up early and drive out to Dudley Grange. I read somewhere that there’s a secluded grotto on the grounds that’s rumoured to be haunted. And maybe, if no one’s around, we can have ourselves a quickie.”

“That sounds brilliant.” Sandy smiled and licked her fingers. “We’d better get back to the hotel and get some rest. We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

The sun had set by the time they left the car park, and as they drove away Randy was almost certain he heard the echoing sounds of an enchanted orgy coming from somewhere beyond those fir trees…

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