Happy New Year!
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Posted:Jan 8, 2013 12:38 pm
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I know its a little late... but I suppose better late than never.
The turn of a new year is always a time for looking forward and changing for the better, and having a chance to reflect on the year that has passed.
I'm no different. Reflecting on the past year I started about as low as one can go, penniless, homeless and walking the streets of London at 4.15am wondering why I didn't have a party to go to. Or a bed to sleep in.
Three days later I went online at the local cafe and saw an article saying they were looking for volunteers for the Olympic ceremonies. My audition process was a confidence booster and the final with oscar winning director Danny Boyle the kick up the ass I needed for the interview the following day that I passed.
The year has gone by and turned out to be one that I'll remember for a lifetime. Sure, here I am a year later looking for a role again, having had one, but along the way touring eastern europe, Switzerland, and inspiring a generation at home. I was honoured by team GB and that legacy is continuing. Its funny how things turn out.
2013 is going to be where I finish the process. With a new job I'll be moving out of the temporary digs that I'm in and owning my own place. It'll quite probably be in what used to be Olympic Park. I'll have sorted out the demons that a painful divorce leaves you with and started life anew.
Which leaves a few ananswered questions. My personal fitness has slid massively and I fully intend to put that right. I intend to travel more and be more relaxed in enjoying life, hopefully this will get rid of a couple of lines that I hate to see growing on my face. And possibly find that permanent solution to the hole in my heart that needs filling? Well, maybe thats too much to hope for but you never know.
And maybe I'll take a long hard look at this blog. Its turned from a brief reflection to a mind game that has grown from tame innuendo and suggestion to a 50 Shades mindset and more - yes I know some elements have been popular but perhaps I'll take it in a different direction. Don't panic! I've not decided yet and theres a few stories I've already put out there left to explore in different directions.
Whatever you do, and with whom, I wish you a great 2013. May it grant you all you wish for and more.
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After Dinner
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Posted:Dec 13, 2012 5:56 am
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2012 2:25 am
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She was wearing a loosely tied towelling robe that reached half way down her thighs, showing off her legs as she walked. It hung open a little as she combed her fingers through her hair, the movement of her arms pulling the two sides apart to offer me glimpses of her cleavage.
I sat down quickly at dinner, smiling at her, indicating the food with a flourish. We ate hungrily, chatting between mouthfuls, talking about anything and everything. Afterwards, we cleared up together and then sat on the settee that ran along one edge of the room. We sat at opposite ends, but turned towards one another to talk. She curled one leg up on the settee, her gown falling away from her thigh. She reached across and touched my leg when we shared a joke, both of us totally at ease.
I got up and refilled our wine glasses. I went to put them back down on the coffee table by the settee, but she stood up.
"I've got a better idea," she told me.
Taking her glass from me, she took my hand and led me through to the bedroom and switched on the lamp on the bedside table. She stepped back into my arms, her body warm against me even through her robe. We kissed, a long, lingering kiss, letting our passion, our desire, rise through our bodies as our tongues slipped and danced across each other.
She moved her hand down my chest and belly, running her fingers through the dark hairs, scratching me lightly with her nails. I shuddered with pleasure as she dipped her head and toyed with my nipples, one after the other, biting and sucking them. I moaned as her mouth moved over my chest, and then down onto my belly as she dropped to her knees in front of me.
I looked down at her, my fingers entwined in her hair as she reached for the towel that still hung around my waist. She looked up at me, and then down as she tugged at the towel, her eyes widening as my cock bounced free, as she looked at me properly for the first time.
She sighed, and then leant forward, her tongue flicking to lick away a bead of pre cum, my cock jerking at her touch. She slipped her hand around my shaft, watching intently as she slowly peeled my skin back, pulling back tight and squeezing another drop of my clear fluid out of me.
She rubbed her thumb across my cock head, massaging my pre cum into me, her eyes now on mine. She pushed my cock up against my belly, and – still looking at me – ran her tongue up my shaft, from the very base to the very tip. Then she did it again, this time starting lower as her tongue ran across my balls, then again, this time sucking my balls gently into her mouth, one at a time.
I groaned as she pulled my cock back towards her, and again as my cock head disappeared into her mouth, her lips stretched around me, her tongue licking at me. She sucked hard, and I automatically pushed my hips forward, driving my cock deeper into her mouth. We both moaned as she sucked me, as I rocked my hips against the bobbing of her head. I felt my balls tightening, but I wanted more, much more, of her.
I eased backwards, pulling my cock away from her. She looked up, and I took her hands and pulled her to her feet. She was stood maybe a foot in front of me, my cock still jutting out towards her. Her robe was hanging open a little, showing me a hint of her breasts and tummy. I reached out and tugged at the loosely tied belt. It came undone as she stepped closer, as she reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck.
We kissed, her naked breasts warm and firm against me, her nipples pressing into me. I felt the soft hair on her mound brushing against my cock, her belly warm against mine. I moaned against her lips as I reached around her and pulled her tight to me, my hands cupping her shapely ass through her robe.
I broke our kiss and turned her around in my arms. She stood still, her back to me, as I brushed her hair to one side and leant forward to kiss the side of her neck. I eased her robe off her shoulders a little and kissed them one at a time, savouring the feel, the taste of her skin. I slipped the robe off her shoulders completely and stood back, watching it slide down her arms and onto the floor, leaving her naked for the first time.
I gazed down at her perfect ass, remembering the sight of her bent over the fallen tree in the woods. I reached out to her and turned her back towards me. I groaned as I looked at her breasts for the first time. They were bigger, firmer than I'd imagined, with tips that seemed to sweep upwards, her dark, erect nipples perched at the end.
Her belly was flat, and flared out into her hips, then back into her long, shapely legs. Her pussy nestled at the junction of her thighs, her pouting lips barely hidden by the neatly trimmed short, soft hair.
"Come," she said, taking my hand and leading me to the bed that now seemed to fill the room.
We kissed again at the side of the bed, before she pushed me gently backwards. I lay back and held my arms out for her to join me, but instead she indicated for me to roll onto my front. I did, and she quickly straddled me, sitting on my thighs and leaning forward to rub my back and shoulders, her hands moving slowly but firmly over me.
I could feel her gradually moving backwards, her ass sliding along my legs as she stretched out further. Her breasts, her hard nipples, stroked along my back and across my ass. She moved to one side of me, kneeling on the bed as her hands moved along my legs, sliding higher, then around to the inside of my thighs. I instinctively opened my legs, feeling her hands siding between them, then up and onto my ass.
She leant forward again, showering my back with kisses as her hand slipped between my legs and stroked my balls, before sliding underneath me to stroke my cock.
"Turn over," she whispered huskily, her breath hot in my ear.
I rolled over, my cock rearing up then slapping back against my belly. She leant over me again, kissing and biting my nipples, then down over my belly until she was above my cock. I reached for her, cupping her breasts, feeling them filling my hand for the first time as she licked along my shaft. I rubbed her nipple, her moans suddenly muffled as she engulfed my cock in her warm, wet mouth.
I reached out to her, caressing her ass, feeling her long, blonde hair swishing across my thighs as her head bobbed up and down. I held her hips, pulling her towards me. For a moment my cock slipped out of her mouth as she moved as I wanted her to, straddling me and lowering her pussy towards my mouth. I pulled her to me, reaching up and flicking my tongue across her clit and pussy, feeling her juices wet on me. I sucked on her, tasting her, as she dropped her head again and drew me back into her willing mouth.
For a few minutes the room was quite except for our moans, for the wet, exciting sounds of sex. Then, with a groan, she lifted her head away from my cock, unable to cope with my throbbing cock as her own orgasm started to build. She pushed her ass back towards me, pressing her pussy harder against my mouth, grinding down against my tongue and lips.
Her hands were still on me as her head rocked from side to side, as I drove my tongue deep inside her, as I sucked and licked and kissed her clit and pussy. Her grip tightened on my shaft as I pulled her to me, my hands on her hips, then across her ass, a finger rubbing at her puckered hole. Then she came, her juices flooding into my mouth.
I sucked her hard, then more gently, my tongue flicking inside as her body trembled at the force of her orgasm as it crashed through her. She cried out, her head now resting against my cock as her orgasm ran its course.
I pulled her around, kissing her, sharing her taste as she fed my cock into her hot pussy. I drove into her, lifting my hips off the bed as I buried my cock deep inside her. She sat up, leaning back, her breast thrust upwards. I reached for her as she fell forward again, her breasts filling my hands, her nipples hard against my palms.
I fucked her hard - hard and fast and deep as we both cried out. She came again, holding me tight as I drove into her, as my cum flooded her, my cock jerking inside her with every thick jet of cum.
We clung to each other afterwards, kissing gently until my cock slipped out of her. We lay on our backs, side by side, catching our breath, our bodies just touching. I watched her as she got up to fetch our wine glasses, watching how beautiful and sexy she was. I watched as she leant forward to pick the glasses up, how her breasts swung forward, still firm and full and shapely. I watched her ass as she moved away from me, her pussy peeking out, wet and fulfilled, as she leant forward. I watched how graceful she was, how she moved, as she came back to me.
I sat up a little and took my glass from her, reaching forward to cup her breast. She giggled and brushed my hand away, lying on her side beside me, her head propped up on her hand as we sipped our wine and talked. We told each other about ourselves, laughing and chatting.
She put her wine glass to one side and touched my chest as we talked, her fingers rubbing me lightly. Her hand roamed over my chest and belly, moving gradually towards my cock. She stroked me, my shaft stiffening in her hand, her eyes now on mine. She leant over so that we could kiss, her breasts sweeping across my chest. I slipped a hand behind her neck, holding her lightly as our tongues explored, her hand moving slowly up and down.
She broke our kiss and sat beside me, her legs tucked under her gorgeous ass. Leaning over, she sucked me, moistening my cock before sitting up again. She looked intently at my cock as she began stroking me again, her hand pulling my skin back tight before sliding back up my shaft. Her other hand curled around my balls, caressing and squeezing them.
She murmured quietly, almost to herself, saying how big I was, how hard, how thick, how long. And every time she spoke my cock jerked in her hand, and seemed to grow even harder, longer, thicker.
I groaned as she started to move faster, as she leant over and sucked me, as her fingers strayed beyond my balls towards my ass. Her hand became a blur, my moans deeper and louder. I sat up, pulling her to me, kissing her hard, her hair a curtain around us. I groaned that I would cum, that I wanted her, but she just kissed me harder and pushed me back on the bed.
I lay back, my body tensing as my balls tightened. She leant forward, her breasts swaying over me, my cock brushing against them. I cried out as I came, as fountains of cum erupted from my throbbing cock. She held me, moving my cock between her breasts and against her nipples, aiming my jets of cum at her body. As my cum subsided, she rubbed my cock against her rock hard nipples, both of moaning at the sensations sweeping our bodies.
She ran a finger between her breasts, scooping up some cum before sucking her finger into her mouth, her eyes locked on mine. She did it again, but this time held her finger out to me. It sucked it tentatively, tasting my cum. Then we kissed, sharing more of the taste, the feel, of me.
After wiping the rest of my cum from her, we lay back again. This time I had my head propped up while she lay flat – and this time it was me gently running my hand over her body.
I ran my hand over her flat belly, feeling the taut muscles as I caressed her. She moaned softly, relaxing back on the bed and enjoying my touch. I slid my hand up towards her breasts, running my fingers over the underside of them, then up towards her nipples. She moaned as cupped one breast, rubbing her nipple with the ball of my thumb as I leant over her and licked the other one. I sucked on her, gently at first, then harder as drew her nipple, and then part of her breast, into my mouth.
She reached out to me, holding my head, her fingers wrapped in my hair and pulling me to her. I rubbed her hard nipples, catching the taut, rubbery flesh between my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I sucked her. She was almost writhing under me, her hands reaching past me to rub at her own clit. I pushed them away, wanting her, wanting to tease her.
I slid lower, my tongue trailing down between her breasts, then down onto her belly. I swirled my tongue around her belly button as I moved down the bed and between her legs. I looked up at her. She had her eyes shut, her head thrown back. She was holding her own breasts, caressing her nipples.
She sighed with pleasure, with anticipation, as I slid my hands under her tight ass. I flicked my tongue across her clit, sending tremors through her body. I sucked on her gently, my tongue moving against her erect flesh. She reached for my head again, her legs thrown open, and pushed me down towards her pussy. Her hips rose up off the bed as she urged me on, as she made it clear what she wanted, what she needed.
I teased her for a moment longer, sucking her clit then turning my head sideways to kiss and lick my way along the soft insides of her thighs. I looked down at her pussy, at her dark pink lips, swollen with desire. She pulled her knees back, exposing herself totally to me. I licked from her clit downwards, sucking and licking, teasing her clit and pussy, poking at her tight puckered hole with my tongue – and then plunged my tongue inside her, sucking on her, licking her.
She writhed under me, her body on fire. I licked her and sucked her and kissed her. I sucked on her lips, one at a time, then both together. I fucked her with my tongue, plunging my tongue inside her to reach as deep as I could. I toyed with her clit, nibbling her and sucking while I slid my finger inside her wanton body. I teased her ass, feeling the tight, sensitive ridges around her ass beneath my fingers and tongue.
I moved from her clit to her pussy and back again, learning from her reactions, from her body, what she wanted, what she needed. I discovered new things about her as she guided me from one part of her body to another, as her climax built deep inside her.
When she came, it was if a tidal wave of pleasure had ripped through her. She cried out, her grip on my hair tightening as she clamped her thighs around my head. Her juices flooded from her as a rosy tinge crept up between her breasts. She let go of me so that she could grab her own breasts again and tug at her engorged nipples.
Her tightly clenched thighs kept my mouth hard against her, her juices gushing into my mouth. I licked and sucked her, prolonging her agony, her ecstasy, as her body trembled with the strength of her climax.
"Fuck me," was all I could hear as she cried out again, "Fuck me hard ... quickly ... now ... please ...."
I dragged myself away from her, and knelt up. Her knees were drawn back, and for a moment I just gazed down at her beautiful, sexy body. Her lips were red and engorged, her clit erect. Her body was slick with her juices, her ass winking at me, wet and inviting. I glanced at my cock, at how hard I was despite cumming not long ago.
I pressed forward, and drove my cock into her waiting body. Her pussy clenched around my cock, moulding itself to every vein, every ridge, every contour of me. I leant over her as she wrapped her long legs around me, drawing me even deeper inside her pussy. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them, her nipples rock hard as I dipped my head and drew them into my mouth, my ass tightening as I pumped into her.
She reached around me, her finger finding my ass and pushing inside me. I let out an almost animal like roar as I drove into her even harder, her finger plunging inside me as I came, as she came, as we clung together, our lust, our need, our desire, satisfied for now.
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Cream
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Posted:Dec 12, 2012 9:35 am
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2012 2:26 am
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This is it
Its time for u to go to the wire
U will hit
Cuz u got the burnin desire
Its your time (time)
U got the horn so why don't u blow it
U are fine (fine)
U're filthy cute and baby u know it
Cream - Get on top
Cream - U will cop
Cream - Don't u stop
Cream - Sh-boogie bop
U're so good
Baby there aint nobody better (aint nobody better)
So u should
Never, ever go by the letter (never ever)
U're so cool (cool)
Everything u do is success
Make the rules (rules)
Then break them all cuz u are the best
Yes u are
Cream - Get on top
Cream - U will cop
Cream - Don't u stop
Cream - Sh-boogie bop
Look up in the air, it's your guitar
Do your dance
Why should u wait any longer?
Take a chance
It could only make u stronger
Its your time (its your time)
U got the horn so why don't u blow it (go on and blow it)
U're so fine (u're so fine)
U're filthy cute and baby u know it (u know it)
Come on
Cream - Get on top
Cream - U will cop
Cream - Don't u stop
Cream - Sh-boogie bop
Cream
Cream
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Cream
Cream
Right there
Cream
Don't u stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
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Job Opportunity...
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Posted:Dec 11, 2012 9:15 am
Last Updated:Dec 15, 2012 1:51 am
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This popped into my email earlier and I had to smile. The recruiter says:
"We are looking for an aspiring penetration tester who is looking for an opportunity to prove themselves. Your role will include conducting penetration tests."
"Applicants must have the ability and willingness to go the extra mile to meet our 's internal needs and demonstrate a “can do” attitude."
I'm guessing that most of the male membership of this website are eligible.
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Dreaming of an Office Angel
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Posted:Dec 3, 2012 7:39 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2013 5:28 pm
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You know how dreams surface from the depths of your mind. The subconscious thoughts and desires can create feelings and images so real that ... yes, they are so real that the dream ........well this is how it happens.
The sheets felt like cool silk against her skin as she settled down for the night. It felt good to lay there covered only with the cotton of the sheet touching her skin. Moving slowly her arms, stretching above her head. Each move rustled the sheet, dragging it across her skin like a caress. The soft hum of the air conditioner just outside her window..rocked her like a lullaby, easing her tired mind as she drifted off into sleep.
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The office door was closed and the smile danced across her full lips just as she lifted her hand to knock. The muttered come in brought a flush to her cheeks as she turned the knob and stepped through the door quietly...letting it shut behind her as she leaned back looking at the man seated behind the desk. He was scowling over the papers in front of him which gave her the chance to study him...her tongue flicked out over her lips as she curled her fingers up into her palms. Her heart began to beat more quickly and her breath caught in her chest...when he lifted his head and looked at her. His eyes widening in surprise...
"Hey there...I didn't expect to see you here..." he put the pen down as his gaze swept from her face...the look of delighted confusion made her giggle as his gaze drifted downward.
"I was thinking about you....dreaming about you.." her voice was husky and low as she lifted her hands...
One button at a time ...came undone as she stepped from the door. There were ten paces to the front of his desk and ten buttons down the front of his coat. When she stepped around the side of his desk, he twisted the chair around following her progress and his eyes widened...a sensual smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he glimpsed her bare flesh. She slipped her left hand into the coat, wrapping her fingers around the top curve of her bare hip as she cocked one knee in a mock pose. One breast was exposed to his sight as the coat shifted...her nipple stiff and puckered, peeking from the edge of the coat as if inviting his touch. He leaned forward letting one hand push under the coat and rest on the curve of her hip. She drew in a breath between her teeth sounding like a hiss as her body reacted to his touch.
Electricity....a soft gasp escaping between her lips....images of the dream flashed through her mind, the junction between her legs became more damp, hiding her pink swollen lips from view, a musky smell reached his nose. His gaze moved up as she shrugged her shoulders letting the coat slide down, dropping behind her on the floor. His other hand moved to cup her breast, the roughened pad of his thumb gently rubbed the nipple as she took a step forward. His warm moist breath caressed the nipple before wrapping it in a moist kiss, his teeth coming the nipple hold it as the tip of his tongue flicked back and forth.
Her hands moved to grip his shoulders as her knees began to shake. The warmth of his palm under the weight of her breast as brought her a step closer and he began to suckle on her nipple hard. His teeth nipped at the sensitive nub as she placed her knee on the cushion of his chair...bringing a low groan from her. The tip of her tongue flicked out to moisten her bottom lip as he released her nipple, looking up at her. His gaze danced with passion as he planted a hand on either hip to pull her down straddling his lap. Her nipples brushed the crisp cotton of his shirt, making them tingle, stiffening more as his hands moved from her hips ..snaking around to cup her ass kneading the supple flesh as he lifted his hips. His growing shaft pressed upward against the dampness of her mound..and she pushed down to rock along the fly.
Her head fell back as his lips moved along her throat, nipping and kissing a trail up to her ear as he pulled her tight against his chest. His hands moved back around to her hips...the pads of his thumbs caressed the sensitive skin along the joint of leg and hip as his heart pounded in unison with hers. Her fingers made their way to his tie to pull it loose, fumbling with the buttons. His hand moved into her hair to pull her head down, his mouth closed over hers as his tongue pressed between her lips to find her tongue in a sensual dance. Her fingers pulled at the buttons opening each one down to the waist of his pants, the groan that rumbled in the back of her throat as she pulled at the buckle on his belt...tearing it open so that the button of his pants slipped free. Rasping breaths and deep moans rumbled in their throats as each worked to bring the other to a peak...to draw a climax first.
She pulled back....her gaze dark and passionate as her fingers pressed open his fly...the soft gasp of delight as his shaft springs free. The red swollen head glistened with drops of precum as her fingers glided back and forth...to tease and tantalize, bringing a deep growl through his clenched teeth. The raspy laugh that followed his growl brought his gaze to hers...stopping her breath in her throat. His desire and need made her hold her breath, but it was the love that made her clench her teeth and wrap her legs around his waist. Fingers sure, as her lips pressed to his, she pushed the pants from his waist down, using fingers and the shifting of her weight to slide the pants off his hips. Raising up slightly, her fingers wrap around his shaft, eyes locked with his as she shudders and presses down. An inch at a time...she tightened around his shaft..evoking moans and growls from him as she herself bit her bottom lip to keep from calling out.
His head pressed against her throat as his hands pushed under her ass. His breathing ragged as he lifted her up barely breaking contact and held her aloft then rammed her back down sheathing him deep inside her womb. Her guttural cry brought a moan from his lips as they moved in together...love, passion...need all bringing them to this. Her arms tightened around his neck as she pressed heated kisses to his jaw...running her tongue along his ear and biting the lobe. Her lips curled back as she held her breath...his shaft throbbed and jerked as she pulled her head back, rocked down hard and covered his mouth with hers catching the cry of passion as they both rocked back and forth exploding together. Shudders racked their bodies as their hearts pounded... echoing in their ears.
She pulled from the kiss...her breath nothing more than soft gasps as she rested her head against his. Her tongue flicked out to catch a drop of sweat that rolled down the point of his lip, as she ran her fingers gently through the hair around his ear. His hands moved along her sides, caressing her hips as he caught his breath...shifting in the chair to let his pants slide down around his ankles. Her head glided down to rest against his shoulder...his arm wrapped around her waist holding her close as the knock came at the door...........
He pulled his shirt together as she looked around. His face was flushed with a sheen of sweat across his brow, and she slid from his lap under the desk. Another knock rattled the door this time his boss's voice called out on the other side. She grabbed the coat and pulled it with her as he shifted and slid his chair under the edge of the desk. Leaving the tie loose he ran his fingers quickly through his hair and tried to look busy as she nestled down there between his knees.
Her fingers drug along his damp thighs as the door opened. She bit back a soft laugh as he took a quick breath and remembered not to stand. She could see the toes of his shoes as he stopped, their voices were audible the words not clear, but she wasn't listening. Her gaze was riveted to his lap, the damp hair surrounding his hardening cock. The tip of her tongue runs across the fullness of her bottom lip. Before she could pull back she placed her fingers at the base of his shaft and ran them the length of the wet, hot skin. Sliding over the head before she knelt up closer, to run the flat of her tongue over the tip tickling the leaking slit. She felt the heat radiating along the tight skin as his stomach rippled above her. Unable to avoid the desire, she opened her mouth and slid the head between her lips, clamping them around the foreskin, she begins to suck. Fingers move up and down along the slick cock shaft as her teeth graze the sensitive skin at the back of the head.
She felt the jerking pulse of his cock as she continued to suck and stroke. His voice above the desk was drowned out by the hammering of her heart. Blood pounded in her ears as she moved her lips wider to slide as much of his cock into her mouth as she could take. The head brushing the back of her throat before she pressed the flat of her tongue along the back of the shaft and began bobbing her head up and down. Long slow strokes up with her hot, wet mouth and sliding back down tickling the back of her throat with the head and sucking hard before repeating the moves over again. Long nails danced lightly over the skin of his inner thighs, making the gooseflesh rise and his leg jerk under the touch.
She continued to suck, moving her head up and down, she did move forward as he pushed the chair back, clutching the arms staring at her. His trying to catch a breath made her smile and blush. His hand moved from the chair as he tangled his fingers in her hair coaxing her once again to wrap her lips around his cock and suck up and down. His hips lifted from the chair as his hand pressed down, keeping her head bobbing with the rhythm of his cock moving in and out of her lips. Her fingers wrapped around the base as she shifted her weight pressing into his lap.
His voice was husky and strained ..."Oh...dear God..." before arching his hips..his cock jerking as he bucks up.." No...." pushing the chair back and pulling her mouth from his cock. "No..."
His eyes glazed and dark as she licked her lips...opening her mouth to take him again. He dragged her up against his lap and turned her around, pushing her with a gentle strength. She bent over the desk, papers flew off as she grabbed the edge and bit her lips. His hand pressed to the back of her neck as she felt his cock head pressed to her wetness. His breath hot on her ear as he bit the lobe and slid his cock home with a single thrust. Her pussy tightening around him brought them both close to a climax as he begins to move, slow at first, out to the edge of his foreskin, teasing her without withdrawing only to slam back in quick and hard. Out again as his teeth played with her ear lobe and she lifted her ass up to take him in as deep as she could. Her fingers clung around the edge of the desk as she jerked thrusting back to meet him. Breathes came in gasps as her nipples pressed against the smooth edge of his desk mat.
Her mound pushed against the edge of his desk as his cock slammed in and out of her, now faster and harder. He pulled her head up..turning it to cover her mouth is a deep kiss, his tongue pushing between her lips as his cock pounded into her deep and sure. Their breaths mingle as she jerks upright, pulling her head around breaking off the kiss.
Her back stiffened as he jerked and slammed into her holding tight as she felt his cock throb and shoot the hot cream deep inside. Her walls closed tight around his pulsing cock...milking and caressing every drop of his seed from him.
Shaking and gasping she laid her head to the papers that lay soaked beneath her head and he lay on her back, kissing her neck softly. His hands stroked her bare hips as he nuzzled the back of her neck...their hearts slowing as his still hard cock slides from inside her...
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She turned, the sheets tangled at her waist as her hips buck up from the mattress. Three fingers pumping in and out of her wet pussy, while her thumb rubs back and forth on her swollen, sensitive clit. The sound of her own voice, the feeling of juices flowing over her fingers as she came woke her. Her eyes shot open, heart pounding as her pussy throbbed, her fingers moved in and out as the climax ebbed. She ran her tongue around her lips, allowing her breaths to slow even the sheets were wet, sweat cling to her skin and hair.
He'd done it again, invaded her dreams making her so hot with desire. Pulling her wet fingers up along her body, teasing her own nipples with the hot sticky juices from her pussy before she slipped them into her mouth. The low groan was from her throat, she tasted so good, she could almost taste him too. She rolled over. It was no use. Grabbing the phone, she dialed his number...
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Appointment Part III
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Posted:Dec 3, 2012 7:18 am
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2014 12:10 am
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She was informed that she was going to be His for the night and she was to follow His instructions as written out exactly. There was a tub already drawn for her and she was to wear the clothes already laid out.
In the bathroom, sure enough the tub was full of lavender scented water, hot as could be. A simple short skirt and bare midriff top were spread on the bed and a pair of shiny patent leather boots sat on the floor completed the outfit.
She was to go to the hotel that they had used a couple of times before and go straight to room 218. The drive would take less than five minutes and she had been given a strict time table. She was to watch the time on her cell phone and at precisely six pm she was to open the door with the keycard that had been left with the instructions.
Standing outside the room now she trembled but knew she would be safe...no matter what plan He had been made she was safe. Her phone flipped to six pm and she pushed firmly on the door and stepped into the darkness.
The door was pushed roughly out of her hand and a dark hood dropped over her head plunging her into a blackness that had no measure making her heart race.
Pulled now into the room her hands were held firmly by two different people at least and her hood was held on by a third. She felt more hands grasp her and in the silence of human noises she could hear furniture being moved along with the faint teasing sounds of zippers and belt buckles.
She was not able to resist even if she wanted to and certainly wouldn't have even if she could have. Flung over some kind of bench or stool she felt her clothes being pulled away and fingers roughly probing up into her suddenly exposed pussy. Her arms were pulled upwards, above her head while her top was removed and then just as suddenly pulled back down.
She was moved to a position that had her more or less straddling a bench which she now recognized as being similar to the one they had used once before. Pushed forward, she now laid on it with her hands being quickly tied near the floor and her feet being drawn up so her ass was raised up and in the presentation position. Her feet were being tied now and another rope wound around her waist, preventing even the slightest movement.
She felt something cool and wet, probably lube, she thought vacantly being drizzled across her upraised crotch and then she felt the pressure of a hot hard cock against her eager pussy. As it began to wedge its way into her the hood was lifted up partway and she heard the unmistakable husky baritone of a black male say, Lick it slut, lick that black cock.
Her head swam with visions of what the room might look like...her tongue shot out to do as she was told and ran the length of an impossibly long cock. In her hopeful mind she saw men, all black of course in every corner and recess of the room as eager to take her as she was to be taken. She longed, in a way to have her hands free so she could feel their hard cocks first before they entered her. But equally, she loved to be bound.
She licked as much as she could while the other guy slid in deep. Fucking her unresisting pussy all the way to his huge heavy balls his motion increased over the next few minutes until he could no longer bear the pleasure. His big hands clutched at her hips and he gave a deep grunt and she could feel his cum jet inside of her.
He slowed but his body shuddered as he gently withdrew his spent meat. He and the guy at her mouth changed places and her pussy was quickly filled with cock again. The scent of musky man cum filled her nostrils and all reservations departed her. She licked hungrily at his cock, lapping the thick fluid that coated it like glaze on a huge brown candy cane.
The guy fucking her lasted barely as long as the first and he soon had his cum spattering inside of her too. A third and fourth took their turn filling her pussy with cock and cum before a fifth finally and deliciously pressed against her ever so eager soft and ready ass hole. At least as big as anything or anyone that had ever entered her there before she could feel it stretch her anxious hole to its most extreme limits. The depth that he reached inside of her were mind numbing and she reeled with orgasmic pleasure, cumming herself for the first of many times that evening.
The guy held her firmly by the hips and worked his massive cock in and out of her for nearly twenty minutes straight. Several other guys grasped her head and she could tell by the taste and even the smell that they were never the same man twice as they took turns rubbing their swollen cocks over the exposed portion of her face. Eventually the guy in her ass thrust in deep and hard, lifting her and the bench up off of the floor a few inches and he furiously spewed cum up her aching ass.
No sooner than he pulled out than she was untied and lifted from the bench and moved to the bed where she was placed on top of another guy who lay on his back with his throbbing tool standing straight up. She was lowered onto him, impaling her quivering, cum dripping slit onto him and then shoved forward and a second cock slammed ungraciously up her ass for a mind blowing thirty minute double penetration session that brought her to orgasm more times than she could count.
That session ended with barely a moment between it and the very next as she was taken again by a fresh pair of equally hung black stallions and fucked into a state of near unconsciousness.
After four, maybe five of these settings were repeated she was just brought up onto her knees with her head down and the hood slipped off enough so she could see what reminded her of a closely grown grove of trees. Looking back from between her legs she could see just barely to their knees but there were so many... she had guessed that there may be more than one from the last time but this was obscene... there were at least twenty pairs of legs on just this side of the room.
She swooned as the first guy in the crowd stepped up behind her and slid his cock deep into her dripping ass hole, sending his own of thick cum into the rivers that flowed down the inside of her thighs after a couple minutes of vigorous pumping.
One by one they took their place behind her, each fucking her hot ass hole with a tempo that seemed to surpass the previous. She moaned, groaned, screamed and howled her endless orgasm over and over as she lost count at twenty five and the line continued.
As the last man finished she could hear the hands slapping and the thanks for being included while each of them located their clothing and made their departure. When the last was gone the hood was finally removed completely from her head and she rose as much as her trembling thighs would allow her. She looked down at the twin puddles of cum where her knees pressed into the mattress.
She turned her head up to look into his smiling eyes.
How many? She asked with a tremble in her voice.
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Appointment Part II
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Posted:Nov 28, 2012 10:20 am
Last Updated:Nov 29, 2012 3:21 am
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(For those that wondered what happened after the stairwell, well, this is for you...)
She stepped into her spacious bathroom, hearing her heels click on the gleaming marble floor with a delightful echo. The water was gushing out of the glistening taps and just about finished filling the large claw-footed tub that stood out in the centre of the room, dominating. This bathroom, her personal one, was the size of some typical apartments but it suited her perfectly and fit into the scale of her sprawling castle delightfully. The tall, arched windows rose up nine feet above the floor, and the flowing sheers billowed lightly with a gentle breeze.
She drew down the zipper of her fitted leather top, exposing her flawless porcelain flesh and her firm breasts, smiling softly to herself as she ran a fingertip across a crease that her top had left imprinted in her skin. She hung the top on the wooden valet that stood beside the screened dressing area. The zipper on her skirt was a slightly harder tug, as it drew the lightly fabric tightly to her figure. She lay the skirt aside as well, and sat on the antique wooden chair roll to unclasp and roll the silk stockings down her legs.
She strode to the tub, swung her petite frame gracefully over the edge, and let herself slowly sink into the steaming water and mound of bubbles. She felt the water wash and flow over her, drawing her into a separate world of relaxation. As she lay her head back against the molded pillow fitted to the end of the tub, her eyes closed and she let out a soft purr of a moan.
Her day, while having been supremely satisfying, had been a tiring one, and her respite was well-deserved. In the quiet, with only the soft rustle of the breeze and song of an occasional bird, she could let the experiences and memories of her day float over her, reliving them in toe-curling detail.
She pushed at the taps with her toes, letting fresh hot water pour into the tub. She could think of him now only as her -partner in crime, doing any and all of the shameless things that floated into her mind.
There were times she feared the place that he had carved out in her heart. She loved the way he moved, both when free and when laden down with heavy chains. She loved the way he talked, when he tried to express his thoughts and dreams. She put the unwelcome concept of doing everything without him out of her mind. After all, if he tried to leave her his own needs and addiction would bring him back, like a 10 year old boy who runs away from home, only to come toddling back in time for lunch. She brought her mind back to him now, and smiled widely, even if a question still lingered in her mind: was she as much his as he was hers?
She concentrated on his conversations and imagination , letting them thrill her even more, letting her thoughts circling around them. As she did, she felt as though she could actually start to imagine his thoughts, the reactions of his mind and body, to her. His thoughts, his dreams, his desires, his deepest needs seemed to wash over her and cover her as completely as the bathwater.
Relaxing there more and more deeply, reclined in the scented water, she could almost physically feel the tightness of the clothes she wore for him, she could almost feel the cool air up the short skirts, those low cut tops, and how the latex or leather would just cling to her body. She could almost feel the sensations of helplessness and of being completely controlled that she felt when her body was trapped by the cages or bondage he put upon her, or the internal and external torment from the toys he used.
The link between their minds was so strong, and she was sure that this was what allowed her to feel these things almost as if they were happening to her herself right then, feeling the complete dominance by another almost overwhelming. That image, that experience, that near-perfect link between the two of them, allowing his thoughts to flow into her like never before, filled her mind as she drifted off into a light sleep.
The rich and real world of her thoughts transformed into dreams, and she saw and felt herself fully in his place, but with subtle changes she became aware of as she felt her body squirm. Instead of being in a small cage in a darkened basement storage room, she was in the centre of the castle's spacious library. Her wrists were drawn high over her head, chains from cuffs at her wrists disappearing up to the ceiling. Instead of being up on her toes in bare feet, she felt the tight grip of leather ballet boots holding her feet pointed in an extreme point. She wasn't balanced atop a dildo pole, but she felt the intrusion of large phalluses inside her pussy and ass, though all she could see of them was the rubber thong that sealed them inside her.
She wore a tightly laced waist cincher, and a demi cut bra constructed of fine lace and ribbon, barely covering her nipples. The part of her mind that knew she was dreaming filled with strange joy as she felt his fantasies almost guiding hers, as she was able to look down at her own breasts, and she felt her flesh tingle and her nipples stiffen as stray breeze flowed across her body.
She felt and tasted the dominating presence of the gag in her mouth – it pressed down on her tongue with the strong smack of both her own pussy and his cum. It was a taste of submission, and it gave her a high that she had never felt in that way before.
She squirmed, pulling at her bonds, not to truly to try to free herself, but rather to feel their strength, to feel how tightly they held her, to give her body the full release of being able to throw all she had at them and know they would still hold her tight. She felt her body stretched tight, pulled long and taut, and she felt the sensation of it growing in her shoulders and her sides. The weight that she was able to transfer to the floor made her toes ache with their enforced posture, and she felt the boots to tight and hot around her feet.
As the experience of her position intensified with the passage of time she began to shift her weight from foot to foot, not only to give her body some relief, but also, she realized with a blush, because she wanted to feel the rigid toys inside her move. She could feel her pussy so wet, so hot, reacting to everything she was experiencing. Her thoughts were changing; it wasn't like in the tub, where she was aroused by the struggle, but she was tingling from the sensations themselves, the mental experience as well as the physical one. She could feel the toys up inside her, teasing her, and she could imagine what she looked like, writhing to feel them more intensely, but she wanted it, needed it at that moment.
She stopped after a few minutues, with a groan of frustration. It wasn't enough! She couldn't make them move the way she wanted them to, needed them to. It was exasperating, feeling her arousal grow and grow until she wanted so badly to bring herself to release, but being held back by the control of another. She wanted just be back in her bath, to feel her fingers freely splay between her thighs, to bring herself off, but she just couldn't make herself wake up.
At the same instant, she realized that her desire to be free wasn't quite complete. She wanted to feel this slow rolling boil of sensation last longer and longer, not wanting it to end just yet. Even more powerful, more affecting on her mind, was the realization that it didn't matter what she wanted. There didn't seem to be any way she could change her situation, her sensations, she was trapped, a captive of these strange new dreams.
She leaned her head back, closing her eyes and letting out a soft moan of pleasure and frustration and desire, all wrapped up in one. In that moment, in that temporary darkness, she felt his touch. She could tell instantly that it was him. He was behind her, pressing his body up against hers, grinding his stiffness against her as he slid his body downwards. Then she feels his hands – had they always been that strong? – pushing her legs apart. The strain at her arms and shoulders only increased as her legs were spread, at least two feet apart, but if he noticed her anguish he didn't let on, as she only felt this new position forced upon her by a spreader bar he was locking onto her ankles.
She let herself feel it, let the sensations sink in, both painful and the arousing, letting them mix together. She kept her eyes closed, as his unseen touch now moved up her body, letting his fingers graze up the insides of her thighs, along her stocking seams, over her ass, curling over hips, up her sides, curving to her front, over the tight waist cincher, until he cupped her breasts in her bra firmly and lovingly, but also with a tangible, inexplicable tone of ownership. She felt their strange new fullness, the weight of her breast in his grip, and his kneading made them feel alive in his grip.
She felt his fingers slide over her breasts, making her tingle. Her nipples responded, stiffening the moment his thumb and forefinger gripped them, and they only grew stiffer and more sensitized as his pressure increased, pinching and rolling them, until her eyes jerked open, looking down to see his fingers closing gleaming steel clover clamps upon them. They stood out stiffer and farther than she'd ever seen them, poking out over the top of her bra cups, the clamp device weighing them down and the linking chain swaying in a gentle arc between her massive new tits.
The clamps hurt, shooting a kind of intense shooting pain into her body, but hey also made her even hotter, and the way her own motion caused the chain to sway and tease her nipples only made her wetter. There didn't seem to be words she could put to this sensation even in her silent thoughts. They hurt, yes, but the buildup of sensations over her entire body, from her aching feet, her stiffening calves, the maddening invasions of her ass and pussy, the hugging grip of her waist cincher, and even the pulsing pain at her nipples and soreness at her shoulders, they all just seemed to give her the ability to feel everything with a new intensity, like the volume had been turned up on her nervous system.
It made her want more, just more, more of everything. More pleasure, more pain, more of anything to feed her growling need. She became aware that she was moaning non-stop around her gag, and that slick ropes of saliva were trailing down her chin and making thick drops upon her heaving breasts.
She got an answer to her needs, thought it wasn't the answer she would have chosen. Her moans were shocked into screams as without warning she felt the cheeks of her ass explode in near blinding pain. She could tell, in the panting seconds after the strike, that she was feeling her leather flogger first hand – the way the leather tails spread and curled around her curves as they slapped at her. She wasn't given much time to contemplate that strike, however, as it was quickly followed with another, and another, and another. He was building up a rhythm, moving his arm and the flogger in the practiced figure-eight of an expert tormentor. She was screaming against her gag, her spittle bubbling around it, and her body jerked in a vain attempt to avoid each landing. Her spasming motion only served to shake her nipple clamps, increasing that torture as well.
He was guiding the strokes carefully, changing his target so slightly each time, so that he was reddening her ass and the backs of her legs completely and evenly. She couldn't escape, she couldn't avoid them, as they rained down over and over, in a seemingly never-ending torment.
And then, and quickly and as wordlessly as it began, it was over. She was panting, her heart pounding, and she felt as though a fire had been lit under her skin, as though it must be glowing and visibly throbbing. She slumped down, and could do nothing but let herself be suspended by her wrist bondage. She was buzzing, aching, and in disbelief. How could she be dreaming this, feeling this? She never had dreamed of this place before, she had never had the slightest interest in it, and yet here she was, not only dreaming it, but loving it, and seemingly trapped in a dream that wasn't near done with her yet.
She wondered, in a haze, what would it would take to wake up? Was orgasm that much like a little death? Would it take release to free her from the slavery of these thoughts?
Her musing was interrupted by the feeling of the strength of his hand on her body, a body she only now realized was glistening all over. He had moved a piece of furniture in front of her; it looked like those pommel horses from gymnastics, and it was stretched out before her, lengthwise. Her hands were freed from the ceiling, still cuffed together, but she could lower her arms, which she did with a gingerly soreness. He took firm hold of her wrists too soon, and pulled her forwards, so that she was laying down along the , and she felt its padded surface beneath her from her belly to the middle of her chest, which only pushed her breasts higher upwards, as they squeezed over the end and sides, with her nipple clamp chain swaying, keeping the sensations of her nipples fresh and raw.
He used wide leather straps in three places to strap her body immovable to the , and he ratcheted them so tight that she though she wasn't going be able to breathe. He freed her left wrist from the cuffs, but only long enough to pull her arms up behind her back, and lock them secure once more.
She strained to lift her head, to meet his eyes, but he seemed to move around her with the shadows as his ally, always just in the dark out out of her sight, shielding his face and expression from her pleading eyes.
His motions were quick and efficient, professional, as if he didn't want to waste a single motion or second as he prepared her for what was to come. For her part, she felt so strange and unsure, feeling his hands move over her now with little more expression or emotion that he might have had building something out of wood. She felt cheap, exposed, helpless, frustrated, needy, humiliated – she was so open, so exposed, hardly dressed and with mouth, cunt and ass stuffed up with sex toys, while her thighs were wet with dripping need and her drooling lips felt swollen and hungry. And in this position, this predicament, her thoughts didn't even seem her own, as they were telling her body that she loved it. She craved nothing more that to be this for him, to be his sex toy, to be placed and used to please him, visually and sensually. Her lust was boiling up inside her, with a brazen need to cum, but at the same time if he wanted to just hold her this way so he could look at her, she could wish for nothing more.
Watch her he did, as his hands were suddenly gone from her body, and he was circling her, watching her flesh strain, pressed between the tight bondage with each breath, her breasts heaving, her nipples swollen around the cold steel grip of the clamps, and he pulled down on the chain, only making them bite harder into her.
He was behind her once more, dragging his fingertips over the smoldering embers of her assflesh, he seemed for a moment gentle, but then with a rip and jerk he tore her thong from her and the integrated dildos were torn from her holes in a wet slurping double pop. She screamed anew into her gag, with the pain and shame of it. After wearing them inside her body for so long she felt as if she her holes must be gaping wide open.
And as if testing that assumption, he was suddenly inside her, driving his thick stiff cock up into her pussy, slapping his body against her sore ass and testing the strength of the straps holding her body in place. She felt him drive so deep; she felt so full and so shamefully wet, knowing he could tell in an instant how much she needed this. Five thrusts up into her soaked sex were all he took, however, before he withdrew from her completely, sliding his slick shaft between her ass cheeks, making her wait, agonize, before he refilled her, this time pushing against the dildo-stretched rosebud of her ass, lubricated with her own nectar, and his thrusts were no less deep and full, if only slightly slower, and she feel his hands gripping her immobilized hips, as he thrust deep, over and over again.
She couldn't believe this, she couldn't comprehend the state she was in. This wasn't a case of her giving him sex, but rather him taking her, riding her, fucking her on his own terms, at his own pace and exactly how he wished to, and more than just taking it or allowing it, she felt more lust and need than she could remember. Her lust was rising off any chart she could think of.
But just as she was fighting to accept that his warm wet cock in her ass, pumping, seemed just about to make her cum, he was out of her again. She didn't stay empty long, as he clearly prepared for this transition, and twin dildos pushed into her at once, so thick and deep into her pussy and ass – they were so big, and she felt the patterns and ribs on their surface, but she was shamefully glad to be filled up again, even by humiliating toys. And oh god, even as they started to pump into her on their own, merciless alternating thrusts. Each dildo was mounted on a steel rod, fixed to rotating wheel powered by an industrial strength fucking machine, secured behind her, and it spand and ran and drove the toys into her, slow and deep and non-stop.
She had been left on the edge by his cock, on the precipice of orgasm by his fucking, so she hoped to her own disgrace that this impersonal machine would grant her the release she needed with every fibre of her being. But it wasn't enough – it was too slow, too methodical – it just made her feel like a , on display, getting the most mortifying kind of fucking she could imagine.
At least it was a dream, at least it was only in her head, at least no one could see her like this, no one would know, none of them could possibly ever be allowed to know... She knew as soon as the thought entered her head that she never should have allowed it.
She opened her eyes and struggled to lift her head and look around the spacious room. She saw him, so close, and his delicious cock still wet with her juices, he was stroking it slowly and firmly while he moved around her. She looked around more, struggling to see, and her fears were realized, as there, just at the edge of the shadows, were two other men, each had his own manhood in his hands, jerking off ferociously at the sight of her debasement.
Her thoughts were strange and alien to her once more, even in this horrifying moment, as she realized that the sight of them, these three men now watching her trapped and fucked, was only making her wetter. They were clearly aroused, watching her. The sight of her body, her torment, and her use was stiffening their cocks, making them breath in quick jerking gasps. They had no choice but to take themselves in their hands, so great was the desire she was inciting in them. How could this make her wet, make her aroused? She was a lady, not some common to be entertainment for men, but her body was not accepting her reasoning, and she felt herself grinding against the she was strapped onto, aching to fuck back against the pistoning rubber cocks. She wanted them to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.
He unbuckled her gag and drew it from her mouth, letting it slide out in a long wet slurp. He spoke to her now, finally, and the sound of his voice flowed over her like honey.
"Are you my slut?"
She moaned in shame. How could these thoughts be in her head, how could all of this be making her body react this way. She tried to mumble in the affirmative.
"Speak up!" There was rage in his voice, something she had never heard, and it frightened her to the core.
"Are. You. My. Slut?" Each word hit her like a slap across the face.
"Yes!"
"Are you my ?"
"Yes. Oh god yes." There were tears rolling down her face with the rawness of it all.
"Does my slut want to cum?"
"Yes! please yes!"
"Does my need to cum?"
"Oh yes! Oh god please yes, please!" The sound of her voice in ragged pleaded was so foreign to her ears.
"Good girl."
She was confused; was that yes, was that no? His stiff cock silenced her, and she felt him drive fully into her mouth, sliding over her tongue, until she felt the spongy purple heat hot against the back of her throat. He slide back, then into her again. One more withdrawal, taking him nearly out of mouth, was met with the suction of her lips, as she needed to feel him inside her, as the machine never stopped filling her up from behind. With the third thrust, he spoke to her, only to her, and commanded her, "CUM."
She felt the thick heat of his explosion in her mouth and throat, and she tasted it filling her up as her own release fell upon her like a crumbling wall. It ravaged her completely, and screamed with her mouth full of him, bubbling all around her lips. Her mouth gripped and sucked him with all she had, and her body was gripping the mechanical dildos with such force that she managed to slow the motor noticably. The orgasm just wouldn't stop, and became not quite multiple, but one that just seemed to last and last and last, until she felt lightheaded and her vision began to blur and darken at the edges. She slumped motionless on the as she lost consciousness.
She awoke with a jerk in the tub, sending water rolling out over the edges as splashing across the floor. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing rapidly. She couldn't remember a dream ever being so so vivid. She ran her hand over her face, and tried to calm herself, but there was something there. A taste, on her lips. Her eyes jerked wide open in disbelief and shock. But there was no way it could have been.
She bounded out of the tub, wrapping a bath sheet around her as she ran to him, barefoot, her wet feet pounding down the castle's corridors, until she reached him.There, on his thigh, was his cum. Even more troubling was the knowing smile in his eyes, that bared her to her core.
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