Lee arrived before Ingrid did and took another moment to calm him self down. Even after bringing himself to orgasm in the restroom he was still very excited. He finished his drink in one long swallow and motioned to the waitress for another. Ingrid got back to the table just as the waitress did. The waitress gave her a long look as if aware of what she had been doing in the restroom. They continued to flirt and chat as they finished their drinks. Then the lead singer announced last call. Startled Lee looked at his watch, 1:30am! How had the night gone by so fast?
“Come on, Ingrid. Let’s finish the night on the dance floor.” She nodded in agreement and together they made their way on to the floor. It was still crowded and the lights were dim. Their dancing had taken on a new tone though, closer, harder. They rubbed against each other constantly. He held her tight as she rubbed her pussy up and down his thigh his hands holding and squeezing her ass. Back and forth they moved, his hard cock rubbing across her pussy or up and down the valley of her ass. Her breasts rubbed hard against his chest and once against his back as she danced behind him, thrusting her pussy against his ass and rubbing one hand up and down his hard cock. He was excited beyond comprehension, his entire being focused on the beautiful woman dancing with him.
The band announced its last song, a slow number. The lights dimmed and the strobes flicked on, adding a surreal quality to the dance. He held her close this time one hand sliding underneath her skirt, fondling her ass. He paused for a moment when his hand found nothing but bare skin under her skirt. He held her tighter one, the one hand slipping down the valley of her ass searching for her sweet pussy. He found it, wet, hot and swollen. He felt rather than heard her moan as he slipped a finger inside her thrusting it slowly in and out in time with the slow throbbing beat of the music.
She leaned against him her hands locked around his neck, holding him close as his finger explored her excited pussy. His rock hard cock was throbbing in his pants aching to find its way into her. He continued to finger her, managing to unzip his pants with the other hand. He could feel her breathing hard, her hot breath against his chest. He lifted her skirt and guided his cock toward her hot pussy. She seemed unaware of what was happening concentrating only on his finger moving inside her. He removed his finger and she whimpered.
“No, no, don’t stop, make me cum. I need to cum, fuck me with your finger!” she hissed. Instead he placed the head of his iron cock at the entrance to her depths and thrust hard, driving his throbbing member deep into her. She gasped.
“Oh yes, oh god yes, fuck me with your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she cried out softly. He moved both hands under her skirt, gripping her ass fiercely as he drove is raging cock into her. She thrust back, leaning away holding him tight around his neck to keep from falling back. He grunted hard her pussy squeezing him tightly, a velvet lined sheath made just for his steel cock. She writhed against him to the beat of the music, thrusting and squeezing the cock that was fucking into her. Her clit felt enormous where it slammed into his pelvis. She thrust faster as the itchy goodness began to overwhelm her.
It started again, that primal orgasm growing in the very depths of her pussy, building at the spot where his cock hit bottom, growing with each powerful thrust inside her. The music played on his cock thrusting and throbbing to the heady beat. She felt him go completely rigid, his jaw clenching to keep from crying out on the crowded floor. She felt the big cock pulsing inside her as she squeezed, could almost feel the hot streams of cum filling her, infusing her with his essence. Her own orgasm burst upon her as his cum filled her. She bucked and writhed, cumming on the meaty cock. Her juices mingling with his, sagging against each other shocked at what their bodies had achieved.
He slipped some tissues into her hand as he withdrew his cock from her swollen pussy. She slipped them inside her pussy trying to hold back the flood of juices that threatened to spill out. Their clothes were straightened out in a few moments just as the song ended and the lights came on full force. They blinked at each other like a pair of owls in the unexpected light, smiling all the while.
“So you think you might want to go dancing with me again?” he asked.
“I think I would like that a lot, but maybe a more private club next time,” she replied a twinkle in her eyes.
The End
Prince Kyrhan’s Harem
Kyrhan was alone in his palace with his dear wife Kira. They had had a formal dinner together in the banquet room for the eighth anniversary of their marriage and of the beginning of the restoration of the palace under Kira’s vigilant guidance. With her team of Dalits who made all the hard work of restoration in the palace and worshiped even the place where Kira had just put her foot, the work was advancing quite fast. The former harem aisle where Kyrhan and herself were living had now all the amenities the Prince and his wife could expect.
There were a few wide reception halls where the former princes choose their partner for the night, private apartments for them to dine, work or sleep quietly and now nearly forty rooms to accommodate their children when they came home and all their friends. Each of the women who had shared Kyrhan’s bed since his marriage had her own room with a king size bed to receive their husbands or occasionally Kyrhan himself and a complete bathroom. The rooms had been attributed following the date Kyrhan had fucked them for the first time.
Their first names were painted on the door in elegant Hindi calligraphy with a European transcription underneath. Ranu, Kyrhan’s niece had the first room, just next to the main bedroom with its gigantic bed that could accommodate easily six women and Kyrhan together. If their husbands were invited, there was a very thick carpet that would be comfortable enough for any orgy. The second bedroom was for Leena, the wife of an English CEO, Peter who was Kyrhan’s oldest friend. The third was for Swapna, the pretty software programmer Kyrhan had used several times the capabilities before exploring the treasures of her body. The next room was for Sabrina, the American wife of John, initially customers of the palace hotel. Kira had seduced Sabrina and offered her to Kyrhan with the agreement of her husband. Sabrina was the only one who had kept her birth name so far. All the other girls had been given surnames usually by Kyrhan himself and the surname had sticked so completely that even their own husbands and children now used them. The last room was attributed to Preeti, an Australian blonde girl who never went to Kyrhan’s palace with her husband who preferred beers, surfing and Rugby tournaments to sexual activities. There were at least a dozen rooms ready for Kyrhan’s future conquests.
Dan was the only one to have a personal bedroom as the other men occupied their wives’ bedroom especially when they were fucked by Kyrhan. Dan was often invited in Kyrhan’s bedroom to share Kira, Leena or Ranu with the Prince. The other men were less intimate with him.
Kira was not jealous of the other girls. She could not be as she had been and was still the legitimate wife of Dan with whom she still spent about half her time in France.
- Kira pet, I would lik to speak with you about a project I would like to realize at the end of this year.
- Darling, You perfectly know that if I can help you, I will.
- I have always wanted to gather all my six women here and fuck them all until they are simultaneously pregnant from me. Imagine the six of them with their distended bellies on the same photograph. . . I would love it.
- Ahh. I see why you want it done at the end of the year: Even if some of them may be pregnant today, they could arrange to have their wombs idle in ten months.
- Just right but I would like your periods to be aligned perfectly. My wish is to knock up the six of you in a single week, just for the fun.
- Sold! I will contact them. I’m sure they will agree. They will ask their Gyn to be aligned with me.
Kyrhan French hugged and kissed lovingly Kira to thank her.
- It’s on such occasions that I’m so glad to have met you and for Dan to have allowed me to marry you. You are by far the best assistant I ever had in my life.
- My dear husband, your assistant would like you to exert your marital privileges, now. Do me, do me hard and deep, my beloved Lord and Master.
Kyrhan obliged immediately. Her last sentence was her coded demand for him to ass fuck her; Then he would clean his weapon in her mouth before rinsing it for a long time in her cunt. He would cum profusely in her three holes successively as usual. A less virile man could have had difficulties fucking a woman three times in a row without a respite but Kyrhan was much better than that. Kira had often tested him with the help of one or two women from his harem. They were used to accommodate him but Kyrhan had always been able to utterly exhaust three seasoned and rested girls. They were always forced to beg for mercy, their cunt and ass holes sore from overuse.
Ten months later, Kira was preparing to receive her French husband Dan, arriving from Paris with Ranu who replaced her with her husband when Kira was in India. Kyrhan’s niece was wearing a very elegant brightly colored cotton kameez with black Shuridars. Kira kissed both of them on the lips and hugged closely Dan. It had been nearly a month since the last time they had met.
Kyrhan had arranged for a film to be made on the revival of his palace harem. So a scenario had been written and special dispositions were to be observed. Dan and the other husbands would not share as usual the bedroom of their wives but be installed in the former harem slaves quarters that Kira had had repainted and cleared of rubble as they had not been used for a century. She had also prepared Kurtas for all the men, copies of the uniform of the harem slaves of the grand father of Kyrhan. At that time, they were eunuchs but Kyrhan had decided that such a detail could be overlooked.
Dan would have a separate bedroom as Kyrhan had given him the role of Master of the harem. He would wear a big turban, a scimitar and a stick meant at the origin to punish the errant women of the harem. He was pretty impressive with this outfit. Dan had a wide chest and bulging muscles on his arms but he was dwarfed completely when he was near the splendid Kyrhan who could have been a wrestling champion.
Kira accompanied Ranu to her room to rehearse with her the future scenes. She had given to Dan the keys of the harem doors. After all, no woman should have the keys of the harem. It was plain logic that the great Eunuch would be the only one allowed to open the doors, even to the other women who were due to arrive.
Someone was just banging at the door. It was Peter with his wife Leena. Dan went to fetch Ranu. She would accompany Leena to her room while Dan showed Peter where he would live for a week. Peter grimaced when he saw the Spartan bed and the simple amenities. All the rooms had a remote controlled camera.
Swapna was the last to arrive, shortly before the dinner. The women were served in the main dining room. Dan, Peter, John and Rajiv occupied the four angles of the room, surveying the women with a stern gaze and reprimanding them when their manners were sloppy. Kira was the only one absent from the dining room. In the scenario designed by Kyrhan, she was to serve him his dinner in his bedroom. She was wearing her best belly dance outfit with a bolero with no bra underneath. The sheer fabric of her harem pants made it plainly evident that she had no panties underneath. The pants had deep slits at different positions. Kyrhan’s hands or cock would have no difficulties to reach her pussy. Whenever Kyrhan decided it, she could be impaled on his huge cock in a matter of seconds. She had ovulated the day before and would most likely be the first one to be knocked up this very evening.
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Kira remained standing, serving food, water and wine to her husband like a slave. She tried to remain in the field of the camera which was following her moves. Kira didn’t try to elude his caresses. On the contrary, she did her best to provoke them and position herself to make Kyrhan’s movements easier. Kyrhan ordered her to feed him morsels of fruit, offering them to his mouth and licking the occasional drop of juice around his mouth. Their frolicking took its logical conclusion when he turned his head so that their mouths joined. Kira was for the first time in years very shy, trying not to break the kiss but also not to push him toward bolder acts. On the film, her shyness would be very pleasant to watch, she hoped.
Kyrhan pulled Kira to him and made her straddle him. He uncovered swiftly his cock. Kira sat on his lap and wriggled somewhat to position herself. As if she had rehearsed it many times, she felt the tip of his cock gliding along her twat, ready to enter and fill her. She choose the appropriate moment and humped forward. Kyrhan’s quite eager cock slid inside her pussy, pushing her internal walls aside. Kira gasped in surprise and soon after moaned in delight. Less than a minute later, she felt his cock banging against her cervix while his testicles banged against her ass. She was quite wet as always when her husband was near her and she had been ready to service him in any hole since they had been together in this room. His cock was quite hard and deliciously erect. He pushed it inside as far as he could go, pulled almost completely out until she moaned in frustration, before pushing himself back in. In two or three moves, he could have spurted his load against her cervix but he kept himself in controm until she reached her climax. When Kira screamed his name, he let himself relax and filled her womb with his seed. She laid on the bed, panting, with her heart racing madly as she felt him pulling away carefully. He had placed a pillow under her hips to heighten her and preclude his cum to escape her twat. She gave him a plug to force his potent seed to soak her eggs all the night. She was very proud to have been chosen by her master to be the first to be impregnated by him.
As soon as he had recovered his senses, Kyrhan stood up, kissed Kira and went his way.
- You know, what you are to do, now?
Kira had nodded with a big smile on her lips. While Kyrhan went to the dining room to fetch a glass of refreshing fruit juice, Kira hastily rearranged the bed, changing the soiled sheets and cleaning the room. When she had finished, she went to the dining room, too.
When Kyrhan had entered, the four men in the corners bowed down to show their respect to the Prince. The five women were sitting on sofas around the room. Their sarees were in various states of disarray. Leena had let her pallu fall down and she was caressing her breasts under her choli, Swapna was standing in obvious respect. Sabrina had unhooked her choli and was showing her naked breasts. Ranu had fallen on her knees on the floor with her hand under the hemof her saree laztly caressing her pussy. Preeti jumped forward to dance lewdly for her master. She turned around him, kneading him with her breasts, then her belly or her legs. Kyrhan let her perform around the room, relishing her suow. Kira came back in the dining room. She nodded slightly toward Dan before taking away all her clothes in full view of the camera. When she was totally nude, all of them could see the handle of the plug protruding from her cunt, announcing she had been claimed by the prince. Dan smiled when he understood that Kyrhan’s sperm was swimming toward her two eggs that maybe were fertilized at that very moment. No one would be allowed to pull out the plug until the next day but Kyrhan to add a second load of sperm.
Dan thought that a few years ago that he would have divorced if he had discovered that Kira had an affair but now she has given him five children with so much sex that their little arrangements did not bother him at all. It would be even better in a few weeks as pregnant women are notoriously horny. Kira had also offered him so many travels to India, Cairo or elsewhere and allowed to fuck a good number of her friendsn far more than he would have expected in his life. In addition, Kyrhan was such a fascinating man indeed. Being among his close friends and sharing occasionnally the women of his harem was a very rewarding prize. All these women were extremely intelligent, had luscious bodies and somewhat submissive minds, a very intoxicationg cocktail, for sure. Some people would say his position of overt cuckold was shameful but he wouldn’t have exchanged it for anything in the world.
Kyrhan’s gaze went successively to the five remaining girls. He did not express his choice and instead went to Dan and whispered something to his ear. Dan nodded obsequiously and went to Preeti. He announced in a loud voice :
- Preeti, Our master has chosen you for the evening. Go to your bedroom to take a perfumed bath. I will come with Peter to massage you with fragrant perfumes. The other girls will go back to their rooms. I will check them in ten minutes and lock their doors. The prince wants princess Kira to remain naked at any time for the week!
The girls who had not been chosen grimaced in frustration. They would have to do better to attract Kyrhan’s interest the next day. Preeti, the pretty Australian girl beamed with pride to have been selected just after Kira herself. In her mind, there had never been any doubts that the princess would be chosen first but being chosen in second was boosting tremendously her self pride. She would be on her knees the next days along with Kira with a plug in her cunt, watching the other girls fighting to be chosen in priority. She had decided to play on the interest of prince Kyrhan toward belly dancing. So she had practiced two or three times a week at home and her efforts had paid.
After having locked the other girls in their bedrooms including Kira in his usual room, Dan came with Peter in Preeti’s room. Peter was carrying a jar of perfumed oil for the massage and Dan was leading Leena on tow with a leash fixed to her tied wrists. Peter had reminded Dan that Swapna had praised several times the massaging abilities of his wife. They would be of much help during the next days. Leena worked quite seriously on Preeti who purred in delight. Afterward, Peter led his wife on her leash back to her quarters while Dan worked on a perfect make up for the woman Kyrhan had chosen for the night. When she was ready, Preeti was led naked but covered with a hooded cloak to Kyrhan’s bedroom. When the prince discovered her artistically decorated face and henna delineated hand, he thanked profusely Dan and Peter. The two men bowed out and let the prince and Preeti who already exchanged hot kisses and caresses.
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The two men had not reached the door of the dining room to clean it when Preeti’s first screams of bliss startled them. Dan was expecting them as the general mood of Preeti and all the harem girls was extremely sensual. Kyrhan was also a very well endowed stallion few men could surpass. So the women he was fucking always got very vocal. Dan reflected that few of the husbands present in these premises had heard their wives screaming in pleasure under Kyrhan’s ministrations. Knowing their wives were fucked at the very moment by the Prince and listening to their antics they would never be able to match would increase their stress to peak levels.
To prevent any incident that could mar Kyrhan’s dream, Dan would take care not to have a husband lead his own wife to Kyrhan’s bed and listen to her carols. He was at that instant totally in the role of Master of Kyrhan’s harem who did always his best for the sole benefit of the prince! Dan remained in the dining room until midnight waiting for the summon of Kyrhan to lead Preeti back to her bedroom. Dan had to half lead and half drag a weary Preeti to her bed. Kyrhan had filled her cunt with a big plug to advertise she had been claimed, too.
On the next morning, Kira and Preeti were sitting on a triumphal platform among plenty of pillows, on their knees with their legs wide open to proudly display the handles of the big plugs that secured their cunts. The other girls were happily chatting while taking their breakfast when Kyrhan unexpectedly turned in. Swapna was the first to react. She run to him and prostrated at his feet, kissing them in a slavish way. She was a very proud girl and everyone knew that her move had not been prompted by submissive feelings but on the contrary by her pride that pushed her to be the third chosen among the girls. Kyrhan smiled at her and summoned Dan to his side. A minute later, he made the announcement everyone expected :
- Swapna, Our master has chosen you for the morning. Go to your bedroom to take a perfumed bath. I will come with John to massage you with fragrant perfumes. The other girls may remain in the dining room or get back to their own rooms.
Dan told also to Swapna’s boyfriend that he was on leave until noon. That way, the young man would not have a fit watching his fiancŽe walking nude under a hood to Kyrhan’s bedroom before listening to her screaming quite loud her passion for the Prince and encouraging him to fuck her again, deeper and harder, and to breed her at last. Two hours later, Dan was summoned in and Swapna got out of the bedroom silently, proudly naked. Just another plug was closing her cunt. It. could be seen by anyone when she positioned herself beside Kira and Preeti.. Kyrhan had already reached the first half of his projects. He celebrated this step by taking a long nap alone in his bed. He woke up just in time to take his dinner.
Although they had not been instructed to do so, the three girls Kyrhan had honored so far kept a complete silence at all times, bowing down their heads, even when they were addressed to by their own husbands. But the lesson offered by Swapna had homed in. When Kyrhan entered the dining room around 9 PM, Leena and Sabrina hurried to fall on their knees in front of him with Ranu, taken by surprise by his entrance was still standing. Kyrhan did not even try to choose between them. He felt able to satisfy easily these two hot wenches. Dan called shortly after for them. They went to Leena’s bedroom and the middle aged English woman massaged expertly her friend and teached the basic elements of her art. Sabrina had immediately afterwards a good hands-on opportunity to exert her new talents. In the interval, Peter had gone to the hotel to fetch just another hooded cloak, a red one.
To Dan’s bewilderment, the Prince had given the order that the girls were to be delivered in his room around 10 PM, with their wrists tied together on their backs, on a leash held by their true husbands. Peter would thus deliver Leena and John would Sabrina. When they arrived, exactly on the hour, Kyrhan did not try to reduce the stress endured by the two men when he ordered them to remain standing in the room while he knocked up both their wives. He began with Leena whose husband was less likely to revolt. He made her on her back with legs pointing to the ceiling before sitting just between her parted legs. Her position forced her cunt lips open and he had no difficulties filling her pussy with his juge cock. Before starting his back and forth movements, Kyrhan called for Peter and told him to hold her feet in the air so that her cunt was open and vulnerable, ready to service him.
Kyrhan needed just a couple of moves before he had Leena panting madly, then screaming as madly as he was fucking her. Her pitch grew to peaks when she began to cum herself with her husband clenching his teeth while he was opening her as completely as he could for the cum of her lover to knock her up. Her final screams were strident while his loads of cum splashed against her cervix. John hastily produced a plug he inserted swiftly to prevent it to be done by her own husband. It was now the turn of John to watch his own mother who still pretended to be his wife being mounted mercilessly by Kyrhan. The prince asked him to part her cunt lips open to facilitate his entry. John complied without a murmur and he was close by when his big plunger filled her cunt for the first time. She screamed in pain when he hit bottom and continued to scream as he was pounding her quite hard. John’s nails were planted in his palms but he managed not to utter a word.
After Kyrhan had planted his seed deep in both women’s small gardens normally reserved for their husbands, he switched between the two girls when one was beginning to get tired. Each time, he added just another load in their cunts. He ordered their respective husbands to draw back the plug while the girl arched her back to limit spillage, before pushing back in the big plugs as soon as he had stopped cumming inside the offered pussies. Neither girls wanted to give up the challenge. So they tried their best for hours to lure Kyrhan to fuck them once more in front of their husbands. Finally Kyrhan had them back in their bedrooms with their hands tied to their backs once more and led naked by their husbands on their dog leashes. It was so shameful, so submissive but when they arrived to their doors, they were so strongly turned on that they pleaded with Dan for a last fuck before going to sleep. Dan reminded them that the only seed they would recive would come from Kyrhan as long as they were not tested positive.
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On the next morning, there was only Ranu waiting to be covered. Kyrhan ordered Kira and Ranu to pull out their plugs and take a shower in order to be ready to be mounted once more. The six women found themselves plugged on the next evening. Afterwards, Kyrhan found it fun to have the girls unplugged, showered without moving before being fucked once more and plugged again. Kyrhan seemed to have always inexhaustible stamina. The girls were tested for pregnancy at the end of the week and nobody was surprised when the six tests registered positive. Kira and Sabrina already knew that they were expecting twins as their ovaries had received a nearly permanent stimulation.
The week ended in a feast offered by Kyrhan in the hotel. The women were wearing their most beautiful sarees and jewels and they clustered around Kyrhan. He gave them a meeting date around eight months later and all of them promised to come back then.
-—————————————————— The date of delivery for all the women of Kirhan’s harem was approaching fast. All his flock gathered a second time in the palace harem about one month before the due time. Kyrhan wanted a photograph taken of all of them with their very pregnant bellies. He would hang an enlargement in his study with those of his father and grand father. Thus the tradition would be preserved.
His women, all except Ranu were white married women, arrived with their husbands with the exception once more of Preeti whose husband had declined the invitation. Kira had prepared for the occasion brand new silk sarees with matching cholis and she had all the old jewels of Kyrhan’s family cleaned and polished.
In front of the photographer, there were at the center two thrones. The higher and more ornamented was for Kyrhan himself, the other, simpler and lower to his right was for Kira, wearing a red wedding saree. The other women were aligned behind the thrones: first Ranu then Leena, Swapna, Sabrina and at the end of the line Preeti. The men were on their knees on both sides. Dan was wearing proudly the insignia of the master of the harem : a big turban, a scimitar and a stick. He was seated alone just at the left of Kyrhan while Peter, John, Rajiv and Swapna’s boyfriend were on the other side.
The photograph showed six women with their bellies bulging with one or two (for Kira and Sabrina) babies each about to be delivered. They were wearing their sarees very low and had chosen very short cholis to emphasize their very pregnant tummies. They clutched the sides of their distended bellies. There were six women, two of them with twins, all of the eight babies had been sired by Kyrhan only with the complete agreement of all their husbands. Kyrhan was very proud of this demonstration of his potency and persuasion abilities.
The six women delivered their babies in the span of three days only, as if one woman entering into labor and screaming induced the other ones to start contractions. The eight babies were in perfect health and a swarm of nurses hired by Kyrhan took care of everything. The mothers would remain in the palace for one or two weeks until the gyn had pronounced them fit to fly back home.
Two days after the last deliveries, Kyrhan proposed all of the participants to meet in the main room. He thanked profusely the girls to have agreed to realize his old dream and the men who had played the roles of harem servants and master and had allowed their wives to play their role. He wanted to thank the men quite especially and give them a very pleasant treat. Kyrhan explained that he had discussed it several times with Kira and that they had finally agreed to offer all of them a week in the palace with one of the harem girls except their wives. They acclaimed the proposal.
The women would not be given any say on their suitors. They had been pampered for nine months and their husbands had to sleep in Spartan dormitories. It was time to have tables turned. Kira had nonetheless advised Kyrhan on the pairings. Sabrina was ascribed to Dan, a very good choice as he had never enjoyed the pretty American woman. John was given Leena, who should widen his experience for Sabrina’s benefit. Kira has chosen Swapna’s boyfriend, she would work him hard to break his objections to their common way of life. Swapna herself would take care of Peter and would share for a few days the life of a very powerful executive who would introduce her to another world where her abilities could be a very interesting asset. The little Preeti would face the torrid and kinky demands of Rajiv, the man who had helped a lot to train Kira herself. The Australian girl was the most recent addition to Kyrhan’s harem and would benefit from a master course. Ranu had finally the most difficult mission : try to draw Preeti’s husband out of his sport and beer addictive trance. She was a very shrewd Indian woman and therefore, Kyrhan was reasonably sure she would find a way. He would like to gather again all his guests for holidays or just for the fun of it.
Kira took an important part in the film realisation. The result was presented to Kyrhan who loved the atmosphere. copies were dispatched to all his women who would treasure it (and view it quite often especially the scene where they are claimed by their beloved Prince and where they disrobe to climb on the stand to exhibit proudly their protruding plugs.
The End
Dungeon Torture
(A mysterious black cloaked nymph drives a muscular barbarian almost nuts while the latter was chained hand and foot in his dungeon cell.)
The huge, brawny barbarian writhed in his chains and bellowed in anger. Never had he been so humiliated. He been stripped totally naked of his clothes and weapons and was now bound hand and foot and spread-eagled on a heavy wooden cross. His bullish neck was tied against the wooden post of the cross with a heavy black metal chain, and both his muscular arms were also tied in a similar manner to the horizontal yoke straddling across his shoulders. He could barely move.
Hours passed. After falling into a trap set by that bitch, of whom he did not even know her name, he had awoken to find himself in this sorry state in what seemed to be a cold, damp dungeon cell. With nothing better to do, his thoughts began to try to recollect how he had ended up this way.
He had just left that ramshackle town, having spent his ill-gotten gains on ale and whoring, well satisfied and smug. The town’s prostitutes were much the same as what he encountered elsewhere – crude, filthy and very mercenary.
As he entered the dark forest on another journey to raid another hapless village, he spied a cloaked and hooded figure standing in the sunlight streaming onto the forest floor in the middle of his path.
The figure was dressed in a voluminous black satin cloak concealing its entire form. The cloak extended well beyond the figure’s ankles, the hems of the silky material brushing the mossy forest floor. Even from afar, he could tell that the figure was a female. A strong scent of roses, violets and the unmistakable odor of femininity permeated from the figure. The barbarian could already feel his balls tightening in his loins at this enchanting spectacle.
Without a word, the satin covered figure turned on its heel, the liquid folds of its cloak swishing across the flat forest floor.
The barbarian had followed the alluring feminine cloaked, wraith-like figure which glided smoothly on the forest floor. He quickened his steps, but always she seemed to be beyond his reach.
Abruptly, she stopped, a slim tent-like figure dressed in shiny black. The barbarian caught up with her, just stopping behind her. Reaching forth a meaty hand, he started to stroke her shapely back concealed by the smooth fabric of her cloak. The action nearly gave him an electrical jolt of delight.
Becoming bolder, the barbarian let his hand move downwards and squeeze what should be her buttocks covered by the lustrous fabric. The barbarian’s heart nearly skipped a beat when his touch yielded firm, soft yielding flesh. A strange, intoxicating scent began to permeate from the cloaked figure and fill the clearing.
Subconsciously, he breathed in the heady scent, and the next thing he knew when he woke up was that of imprisonment in this dank prison cell.
The door to the cell where the barbarian was imprisoned opened, and a dainty looking foot in a black satin high-heeled shoe appeared in the barbarian’s line of sight. It was the mysteriously cloaked woman again. The voluminous folds of her mid-night cloak covered her from neck to toe, leaving nothing uncovered and everything to imagination. Nevertheless, her alluring figure, concealed by her outer satin garment, was beyond doubt in the barbarian’s mind.
Soundlessly, she glided forward so that the smooth material of her cloak brushed the naked bronze of the barbarian’s rough skin.
Because of the tautness of the chain around his neck, the barbarian could not look downwards, but the light brushing of the smooth, cool fabric of this woman on his naked skin aroused him quickly.
As his manhood shot upwards rigidly like the wooden post he was chained to, it was rapidly covered by the split of both folds of the woman’s satin cloak. The barbarian could feel delicate, cool, satiny fingers caressing the shaft of his hardened manhood and he let out a groan.
The veiled woman’s face was a mere inches from his face, and he could smell her impossibly sweet scented breath, a cross between champagne and very heady perfume. Those doe-like eyes with their long eyelashes seemed to stare intensely at him over the black satin veil that covered the bottom half of her face. Light blue eye shadows were painted around her eyes’ fringes, giving her a smothering, sultry look even with her face half concealed.
His chest was heaving, and he was breathing heavily. Sweat streamed down his squared jaw face. He so needed to have sex with this satiny enchantress now. So near, but yet so far. And there was nothing he could do about it.
The sexy siren continued stroking his long, thick meat with her smooth, black satin gloved fingers, all the while long lashed brown eyes staring intensely into his.
The barbarian wanted to rage at this evil bitch, this woman who had imprisoned him and was even now, playing with his manhood. But somehow, he was at a loss for words. And those cool fingers caressing his hard shaft felt so good.
The barbarian’s mammoth cock ached for release, but being bound hand and foot to the cross, there was nothing he could do, while the silky vamp took her time caressing his stick. Finally after what seemed like hours had passed, the cloaked woman withdrew her fingers and her cloaked form seemed to float slightly off the ground, the sensual fabric rubbing against the barbarian’s skin, causing him to shiver with lustful pleasure.
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In an increasing stupor, the barbarian was only dimly aware that the woman was carefully sheathing his staff with a silken, skin tight sheath. Then his shaft was slowly enveloped by warm, silken folds that seemed to swallow the knob of the barbarian’s cock.
The barbarian could hear a small gasp from the veiled woman as she impaled herself slowly on his tool. Her sultry eyes also closed for a moment as her head tilted back into the black, satin hood.
Since the barbarian could not even shift his head because of the tight chain wrapped around his neck, he could not see any further immediately beyond him, but he was aware of the woman’s thighs and legs wrapping around his loins and around the wooden beam he was tied to.
She sat easily on his shaft, her silky body seeming to be resting weightlessly on his. All the barbarian seemed to feel was the woman’s entire being surrounding his cock. Cool, smooth thighs wrapped themselves around his groin and the beam he was tied to.
Without a further word, she sat herself up and down, pumping on the barbarian’s sex organ in the standing position. He soon came to with a groan, his sperm spilling into the silken sheath that the woman wrapped around his cock.
His dick was rapidly softening, but her black satin gloved hands reached downwards and stroked his shaft again, and as if by magic, it again hardened within a few seconds’ time.
Without warning, the post the barbarian was tied to tilted backwards, and his semi-hardened dick, still buried in the black cloaked female’s flower, was wrenched backwards as her soft torso now was almost perpendicular to his. As the barbarian lay horizontally on the laid back wooden cross, he could now see the mysterious woman sitting on top of him in the amazon’s position.
To have this beautiful, mysterious nymph fucking him was more than enough to cause his cock to fully harden once more. He had to deposit his sperm again into her, as his manhood grew to a prodigious length, impaling her again in her womanly canal.
The woman kept her black satin cloak wrapped around her, concealing every inch of her alluring body from the barbarian’s view. She rode him like a horse, and was soon pumping herself up and down expertly again on his shaft. Her flower caressed and massaged his stick, now slick with her feminine juices, in a very expert manner.
The woman’s satin hood fell backwards, and her silky raven hair, done up in a bun, fell wantonly loose, cascading like a second cloak around her shoulders, reaching down to her hips as she rode and rode hard on his stick. She tossed her head from side to side in an uncontrollable silent ecstasy, even as she refrained from crying out.
After several minutes, the barbarian’s enormous cock again spat forth its contents, and at that moment, the enchantress also seemed to weaken and she collapsed on top of the barbarian, panting and gasping, her voluminous black satin cloak covering them both, like a huge silk blanket.
The barbarian was thrilled to have this sexy creature resting on top of his body. Too bad, that his hands and head were all tied up, and he could not make a single move to molest his lover.
After a while, the woman sat up from her position, and disengaged her body from the barbarian, leaving his softening silk clad dick well-soaked in feminine juices. Mysterious, the wooden post also shifted from a horizontal position back to its original standing, vertical position, so that the barbarian, spent and exhausted, could see the woman could now standing in front of him, her veiled face only a few inches from the barbarian’s.
She whispered into his face, a very low and sexy voice full of sultry desire. “You will remember this night when you have been sent to the mines, where there are no women at all, where men are worked slowly to death, and the guards willingly sodomise any of the prisoners at whim. You will remember me forever, and this night’s pleasure.”
Stepping back daintily, she deliberately opened her black satin cloak very slowly for the barbarian to see her body.
She was nude beneath the cloak, her peerless, sleek body like a perfect statue of white ivory. The moonlight streaming into the cell seemed to illuminate her seductive curves, her alluring waist and well-toned thighs. Instead of pubic hair, the woman had three black satin feathers lined with gold thread growing atop her womanly cleft. The lips of her womanhood were decorated with black, silky-like petals like a violet flower. Two, extremely long, black satin ribbons hung from her pubes where the pubic hair was supposed to be. Thigh length, black satin stockings concealed her shapely, long legs ending in lycra high heeled shoes.
The rest of her slender body was utterly hairless, a perfect piece of pallid sculpture.
Without a word, she closed her cloak again just as quickly as she opened it.
Then she whirled gracefully around, and like a wraith, she glided swiftly out of the cell, vanishing rapidly into the night.
The barbarian never saw the mysterious woman again. In any case, his career as an adventurer was over. Soon after, he was dragged out of his cell and sent to labour in some gold mines, where the hard life of a mining slave soon broke his back and spirit. In less than a year’s time, he was reduced to a bag of skin and bones.
But still, on certain nights with the full moon, the ex-barbarian would wonder, who was the black satin clad siren who visited him in his cell and gave him the night of his life……….
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How I Got a Maid
My mouth gaped open as a yawn escaped. My hand reached up to stifle it as I shook my head to break up the cobwebs. The judge unzipped her robe and waved to me as she opened the door of her robing room.
“Get home safe, Mr. Torres,” she said, her smile revealing cigarette-stained teeth.
“Thanks, judge, enjoy your weekend,” I replied as I closed my briefcase, slinging the black leather satchel over my shoulder.
“Another night court in the books,” I sighed as I walked down the back stairs of the courthouse.
After a couple of years on the job, I started using the back stairway to leave the courthouse after night court. Sometimes the families of clients you weren’t able to get released from jail might hang around to register complaints. At the end of day court, when plenty of people are around, I didn’t find it worrisome, but at 1 A.M., when the streets are almost deserted, and darkness is only occasionally interrupted by streetlights, an angry family member or friend can be much more intimidating.
I pushed open the side door of the big gray courthouse. I was happy to see the rain that had been pouring down since the middle of the afternoon had stopped. The streets glistened with recently fallen moisture and the street lamps gave the air a hazy aura. I stepped to the corner and looked down the street, waiting for a cab to take me home.
With a shopping center across the street from the courthouse, the street in between was choked with cars during the daytime. Now, however, the cars that passed were usually gypsy cabs in search of fares or weary night shifters on their way home to a warm bed. Droplets of water kicked up as each car rolled by. A pickup truck pass too close to the sidewalk, and I couldn’t get out of the way before it splashed me from my neck to my feet. I was slapping water off my overcoat when a loud horn blast made my head snap up.
A silver, Lincoln Town Car sat, idling, three feet away from me. I walked quickly, lifting the handle on the rear passenger side door, and leaned over to slide inside. Dropping my satchel on the soft leather seat next to me, I leaned back.
“One Hundredth Street and Eighth Avenue, please.”
“Sure thing,” the driver said, pulling away from the curb when the light changed from red to green.
I rested my head on the back of the seat and closed my eyes, trying to let the night representing everyone from gun-toting robbers to subway fare evaders fade away.
“Long night?” the husky voice asked from the front seat.
I noticed a Hispanic accent and opened my eyes. Twisting my head to the side and looking closer, I saw wisps of what looked like light blonde hair peeking out from under a brown leather cap.
“No longer than most night courts, which is to say, too long,” I answered, stretching my arms out in front of me. “How long have you been out tonight?”
“Close to eight hours now,” the driver said as the car reached the end of the street and turned left onto the bridge between the Bronx and Manhattan. “You a lawyer?”
“Guilty,” I said ironically. The driver snorted as the car rumbled over the steel and cement bridge. “What about you?” I asked as I sat up in my seat. “I can probably count on one hand the number of female cab drivers I’ve had.”
“My dad drove a cab. I would ride along with him sometimes on the weekend.”
“Cab driving is not usually the kind of business parents pass down to their children, especially daughters.”
“My dad put me through college with his cab. Now that I’m in grad school, I need to pay the rent. I’ve been driving since I was sixteen, so it made sense to me.”
I nodded as the cab reached Eighth Avenue and headed downtown. Chatter from her walkie-talkie filled the space between us. As the streetlights and neon signs rolled by, I tried to catch her reflection in the mirror.
“What are you studying?” I asked, now awake and intrigued.
“U.S. History.”
I shifted to my left and looked into the rear view mirror. As the cab rolled to a stop at a red light, I managed to glimpse what looked like wide hazel eyes.
“Going the academic route?”
“Don’t know,” she sighed as the light changed and we rolled forward. “I’m assisting some professors with classes now, while I write my thesis, but I’m not sure I want to spend the rest of my life teaching a bunch of eighteen to twenty-one year olds.”
“I didn’t think college was so bad,” I said as I leaned forward tying to get a closer look at her face.
“You were never trying to teach you,” she laughed.
We sat next to an all night convenience store with a bright yellow sign, waiting for the light to change. Suddenly, a loud chirp filled the interior of the car. The driver reached down, pulling out a silver cell phone out of the center console, checking the caller i.d.
“Dammit,” she huffed. “I’m sorry, I have to answer this,” she added with exasperation, flipping open the phone before I could say anything.
I leaned back against my seat.
“Why are you calling me?” she spat out as soon as she opened the phone. “I told you to stop calling me! What? What? Are you drunk? Dammit, stop calling me!”
Cars honked and pulled around the cab. I rubbed my hand across my face trying not to feel too awkward.
“I don’t care about that shit! You can have it!” Just stop calling me!"
She snapped the phone shut and threw it. The phone bounced against the passenger side window, hit the headrest of the front seat and fell to the floor. Oblivious to my presence behind her, she leaned back against her seat, covered her face with her hands, and started crying.
I was completely confused as to what I was supposed to do now. Cars were still honking and pulling around us, and my driver was now hunched over, face in her hands, openly sobbing.
Finally, after a minute, I reached out and put a hand on her shoulder.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,” she screamed, almost jumping in her seat.
I flew backward, banging my head against the window.
“Oh God, oh God, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she cried, turning around in her seat as I rubbed the side of my head.
“I’m o.k.,” I chuckled, “Nothing a stiff drink before bed won’t take care of.”
“Oh, God, I am such a mess,” she choked out between sobs.
I reached out, gently putting my hand on her shoulder.
“Listen, I don’t know your name . . .”
“Carmen,” she choked out. “I’m Carmen.”
“Carmen, I’m Manuel.” I slid forward in my seat. “You don’t know me, but I would like to help. My apartment building is only a few minutes away. Why don’t you take us there, park the car and come up to my apartment. I can make you a cup of tea and you can sit and get yourself together.”
She looked at me warily.
“You want to make me some tea?”
“Truthfully, I’d like to get home. You’re probably tired, and it might be better if you didn’t have to drive for a little while.”
She leaned her head back against the headrest, brushing the remaining tears from her cheeks. “I have been driving for hours,” she said. “I would like a cup of tea.”
“Good, it’s settled.”
I smiled gently and sat back. The light from the all-night deli reflected on her hazel eyes, and the corners of her lips turned up before she turned around and got the car moving again.
A few blocks passed before I decided to take a risk.
“Was that your boyfriend?”
“Ex-boyfriend,” she said with an edge in her voice. “Major asshole, as he will forever be known. I came home from school early one night last week and found him fucking my roommate.”
“Shit,” I whistled.
“Big shit,” she said. “I broke five plates before he ran out of the apartment in his boxers.”
“You hit him with any?”
“One,” she laughed. “In the back of the head. My roommate moved out two days later. Now I need to make up half the rent and the asshole keeps calling me. Half the time he’s apologizing, the rest of it he’s screaming like some macho dick head.”
“He fucked up,” I said. “Big time.”
“Bet your ass. Is this the street?”
“Coming up here.” I pointed and Carmen turned right onto One Hundredth Street.
“It’s in the middle of the block, there’s an open space right in front.”
The car slid into the open parking space. Carmen left the engine running and turned around.
“I’m probably crazy for even considering this,” she said.
“Listen,” I responded, “the odds that I’m a serial killer or crazed sex maniac, on his way home from working eight hours in night court, have got to be pretty slim.”
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She laughed and I finally saw her smile, under the halogen safety lights in front of my building. Her teeth were pretty, probably whitened, and so straight there had to have been braces involved at some point.
She reached back and turned off the engine. Then she called in to her taxi base, telling them she was feeling ill and packing it in for the night.
“All right, but if you do turn out to be a sex maniac, I swear I will cut off your balls.”
“You’ve totally warned me,” I laughed.
I opened the door, picked up my bag and hopped out of the car, watching as she stepped out of her side and locked the car.
“You leaving the phone?” I asked; pointing to her cell on the floor of the car.
“The asshole is the only one who is going to call at this hour and I’ll just erase the messages.”
She walked around the front of the car, and I finally got a clear view of her, under the lights in front of my brownstone building. About, five-foot six, she only came up to about my collarbone. I could see more wisps of light blond hair coming out from under her brown driving cap Her skin was creamy, paler than I expected from her accent. She was wrapped up in a blue fleece jacket, which complemented her big hazel eyes. She walked up to me and stood close enough that I could feel the heat of her breath.
“I’m guessing Puerto Rican from your accent, but your skin’s a little light for that.” I said, looking into her wide eyes.
“Cuban,” she answered with a grin. “Born in Miami, moved to New York when I was five years old. I’ve had the accent all my life.”
“Well, wherever it comes from, it’s cute,” I said as I turned and walked up the stairs to the entrance.
“Don’t tell me, you live on the top floor, right?” She asked with a little grin.
“It’s only four floors,” I chuckled. “I consider it good exercise.”
“Well, I think walking from the front door to the elevator is all the exercise I need,” she said as I unlocked the outer door, gallantly holding it open for her. As she walked past, I checked out her ass, which was held snugly inside a pair of faded blue jeans.
“You have an excellent body for someone who gets so little exercise.” I said as I admired the view from behind.
“Ooooo, nice one,” she laughed, not even pausing as she walked down the hallway. “You must get lots of girls with lines like that.”
I chose to let that one go, opting instead for the pleasure of watching her hips sway from side to side as she walked. Her ass was full and round, and I got a quick jolt of pleasure from the idea of biting it. Some more of her hair started spilling from under her cap, falling down around her shoulders.
“All the way to the top?” she asked as she reached the foot of the stairway.
“Don’t worry, Carmen,” I said moving behind her. “I’ll catch you if you faint from exhaustion.”
“Good to know,” she smiled before turning to walk up the steps.
I stepped around her as we reached the top of the stairs and led her to my apartment. I unlocked the door, pushed it open, and flipped on the living room light.
“God, what a mess,” Carmen said as she walked inside. She stepped over a pair of jeans on the floor, pulled a couple of sweatshirts off one my dining chairs, and plopped down. “When’s the last time you cleaned this place?”
“I clean every time my mom comes over,” I said defensively as I locked the door. “I make her give me two days notice when she wants to come over, so I can stuff my junk in the closet.”
Carmen snorted. “What a good son.”
“I don’t like her to feel like I can’t take care of myself.” I chuckled before changing the subject. “Now, I have a couple of different teas. You like chamomile?”
“I would love to have a beer, if you’ve got one.” She stretched her arms above her head, then unzipped her blue fleece jacket, taking it off to reveal a pink long sleeved t-shirt which fit snugly around a flat belly and a pair of nicely sized breasts.
The public defender in me wanted to lecture her about drinking and driving, but I bit my tongue. I walked over to the refrigerator and opened it, reaching down to the second shelf, removing two bottles of Dos Equis. I popped the tops and handed one to Carmen as I sat down at the table.
“How long did you go out with this jerk?” I asked as she took a long pull on her beer.
“A year,” she said, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. “A year of my life wasted.”
“Well, you’re out of it now.”
She rubbed the bottle against her lips. “You know what the worst part of it is?”
“No, tell me.”
“That bastard is the last guy I fucked.” She laughed bitterly taking another long drink. “The night before I found him fucking my bitch of a roommate, I fucked that asshole and I still feel dirty.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” I said, reaching over, grabbing her hand. My fingers brushed against her wrist and I felt her pulse racing.
She looked up at me. Her eyes looked a little wild.
“I know what I need. Do you know what I need?”
“What’s that?”
“I need to get fucked. I need to get fucked good and hard. I need a guy to throw me down and fuck the shit out of me and make me forget that lousy shit.”
She got up and slid over to my chair. I moved back and she climbed on top of me, straddling my legs and rubbing her body slowly up and down against me. Her breasts pressed against my chest and I felt her nipples growing stiff. She began pressing her lips around my face. My hands slid up, across her back, grabbing a handful of her hair as her lips slid down my neck. I groaned as she bared her teeth digging them into my neck. I yanked her head back and crushed my mouth against hers, thrusting my tongue in her mouth, grinding my body against hers. My cock was throbbing like a jackhammer by now and she didn’t hesitate to ratchet up the torture, grinding her pelvis into mine, making me throb even harder.
Grabbing the bottom of her t-shirt, I yanked it upwards. Carmen leaned back, letting me pull the shirt off completely, revealing creamy, pale skin and firm, round C-cup breasts spilling out of a black lace bra. I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned forward, burying my face between her tits. She giggled and shook her body as I kissed her tits. I sucked each of her nipples through the black lace, making her moan loudly, grinding harder against my cock.
“Fuck, that feels good.” she moaned breathily. “Take my bra off, baby. Suck my titties.”
My hands slid back up, unfastening her bra. I slid each of the straps off her arms, flinging the bra towards the couch. I kissed my way down from her collarbone to her breasts. Her nipples were bigger than pencil erasers, and encircled by areole that were dark as chocolate and bigger than saucers. Dragging my tongue around each of her breasts, I grabbed her right nipple between my teeth and bit.
“Ooooooooooooooooo,” she moaned, twirling her fingers in my shoulder length black and silver hair. “Bite it harder, Papi! God, my pussy is so wet!”
My teeth clamped down harder on her bud, while I rolled the other nipple between my fingers.. My cock felt like it was going to burst through my pants as Carmen squealed and bucked in my lap. Finally, I released her tit from my mouth.
“Strip.” I ordered. “Show me your sexy body.”
She obediently slid off my lap and stood on the floor. Backing away from me slowly, Carmen stood in front of the couch. She lifted each of her legs in turn, peeling off her sneakers and tossing them to the floor. She bit her lip and undid the fastener on her jeans, then she licked the tips of her fingers and slid them down inside her waistband. Her face flushed red as her fingers slid round inside her pants.
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“Mmmmmmmmmmm yes, so wet,” she moaned before she pulled her hand up and dragged her fingers over her belly, wiping her juice coated fingers on her creamy skin.
She pulled the zipper down slowly. Making little grunts each time she tugged, she dragged her jeans down to the floor, revealing black lace panties that matched the bra she had just discarded.
“You like my panties, baby?” she whispered as she rubbed her fingers over the lacy front.
I nodded slowly, my tongue circling around my lips. I rubbed my hands over my thighs, having resolved not to touch my now almost painfully hard prick, afraid I might cum in my pants.
Carmen sat down on the edge of the blue sofa and spread her legs wide, giving me a perfect view of her lace covered pussy. She made circles over the soft fabric, while her free hand squeezed her huge nipples.
I watched as she rubbed her pussy faster through her panties. As her moans grew louder, she reached down and slowly slid her panties off, spreading her legs to reveal a glistening, clean-shaven pussy. She lifted the panty up, rubbing it against her juicy slit, and pushed the soft fabric between the folds of her slit, inside her juicy love hole. She moaned louder as the panty disappeared in between her labia. When she had stuffed the lacy panty completely inside her self, Carmen reached up and pinched both of her nipples, groaning with excitement as her ass lifted off the couch. She sat back down and ground her ass against the cushion while she squeezed her tits in the palms of her hands.
She smiled as her hands dropped back between her legs. She stuck her fingers between her labia and slowly withdrew her panty,, then stood, holding the panties bunched up between her fingers, she walked towards me.
“Open your mouth,” she commanded.
I complied without question.
She stood in front of me, her skin starting to glisten with sweat. She leaned forward and grinning evilly, stuffed the wadded panty into my mouth. I was overwhelmed by the salty sweet aroma. I closed my mouth, clenching the fabric in my teeth.
Carmen got close to my ear and whispered, “Suck on that like a good boy, while I see whether you got anything worth sticking inside me.”
She dropped to her knees. Lifting each of my legs in turn, she yanked off my loafers, and tossed them to the side. She pulled off each of my socks, then she reached up, undoing my belt, unfastening my slacks. I rubbed my tongue against the panty she stuffed in my mouth, trying to suck off every drop of juice on the soaked black lace.
Carmen yanked on my slacks and I lifted my ass off the chair so she could slide them off. Her hands slide back up my legs, pressing her palm against the bulge in my boxers.
“What are you hiding in here, Papi?”
I winked at her in response. She gripped the waistband and pulled my boxers down. My cock sprang free, rock hard, eight inches long and four inches around, already leaking precum from the uncircumcised tip.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, as my cock hung in front of her face. She circled the shaft with her hand. “I can barely hold it,” she said breathlessly.
Slowly, she began stroking my prick. Pulling back the foreskin to reveal the head. She leaned in close and swept her tongue all around the head.
I threw my head back and moaned loudly, still tasting the salty pussy nectar I was sucking off her panty. She jacked my cock a little faster and flicked her tongue across the slit. She smiled, sucking the head between her lips. I almost jumped out of my skin as the intense pressure of her mouth kicked my lust into overdrive. Carmen rubbed the head around her lips while continuing to smile.
“I’ve never eaten an uncut dick before, Papi, I’m gonna have fun,” she whispered before opening her mouth and filling it until she had swallowed half my cock.
I moaned ecstatically, running my fingers through her blonde curls while pushing her head down. She grunted and pushed back but I held her head down on my cock, while groaning even louder.
Carmen moaned and gurgled on my throbbing member. I felt a sharp pain in my thighs. She was dragging her fingernails in my thighs. I grunted through the pain in my legs as I guided her head up and down on my shaft. Her head sank lower and lower, more and more of my dick disappearing inside her mouth. I leaned backward and looked up into the lights over the couch. The harsh light felt like it was boring through my eyes into my skull.
Finally, when it felt like every nerve in my body was on fire, I pulled Carmen’s head up, dragging her off my engorged prick until it came out of her mouth with an audible “pop.” She grabbed the shaft with her right hand and started stroking it rapidly, sliding from the head down to the base and back.
“Come on, Papi,” she moaned breathily. “Cum for mami, cum all over my titties.”
I moaned as her hand wrapped tighter around my cock. The throbbing had spread all over my body. Even my temples pounded in the same rapturous rhythm. I spit the spent black panty out of my mouth.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yessssssssssssssss,” I screamed as I erupted.
Thick white, ropes of cum shot forth in rapid bursts, the first hitting Carmen on her chin. She pointed the shaft down towards her chest and continued stroking it even as it bathed her chest with semen.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm’” she murmured as the viscous white liquid splattered on her tits.
I watched as she scooped my cream from her left breast, bringing it to her lips. She sucked the jizz coated digits one by one between her lips, until they were clean. As my cock shot its last burst, she leaned over and swirled her tongue around the head. I squirmed in my seat as she bathed my cock with her spit, and groaned when she sucked the head back inside her mouth, capturing it with her teeth. She held my cockhead in her mouth while she massaged my balls with both hands. I groaned and squirmed. Her sweet torture was unbelievably thrilling, but I feared if she continued at this rate, my cock might actually fall off before I got to fuck her.
I snaked my fingers into her blonde curls and
pulled on her head. She resisted for a moment, keeping an iron grip on the cock in her mouth. Finally, she relented, releasing my dick and letting me drag her upward until her mouth crushed against mine. Our tongues danced while our hands tried to touch every corner of each other’s bodies all at once. I savored the salty taste of my cum on her lips and tongue. My hands found her tits and roughly pinched her nipples.
Carmen squealed as I pinched her buds. Ripping her mouth away, she leaned back and smiled.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Papi, I love how that feels.”
She licked her lips, then sucked two of my fingers into her mouth.
“If you like that,” I grunted, “you’ll really love this.”
Quickly standing, I pulled her up, sweeping her legs off the floor into my arms. I knocked a pile of books, newspapers and unopened mail off the dining table, and laid her down on it.
“Ooooooooooo, what a he-man,” Carmen giggled.
Ignoring her, I grabbed her legs, yanking them forward so they dangled off the edge. Spreading her legs wide I had an unobstructed access to her honey pot. Her lips were glistening with her sticky juices.
“You look good enough to eat, baby.”
“Why don’t you see how good,” she whispered.
Needing no further encouragement, I dropped to my knees and began kissing and nibbling her inner thighs, making her wriggle and squeal as I drew closer to my prize. As I slid closer, Carmen grabbed my head and pulled up, shoving my face into her steaming cunt.
“Yesssssss, lick my coochie, motherfucker!” she screamed, holding my head to her juicy snatch. My tongue swirled around her labia, trying to suck up every bit of sex juice dripping from her slit.
“Yeah, that’s it Papi, lick it like you mean business!”
She was really squirming now, wriggling around on my dining room table. I reached up and dug my hands into her thighs, grabbing hold for all I was worth, while going to town on her slit.
I grabbed her labia between my teeth and tugged on the meaty flesh. Her loud groans gave me confidence I was headed in the right direction, so I continued tugging on her pussy lips for a moment, before burying my tongue back into her slit. She bucked her hips in response, pushing her wet slit harder against my greedy mouth.
“Come on, motherfucker, eat me!.” She screamed as she ground her pelvis into my face. “Your tongue feels so good in my pussy, keep eating me!”
I spread her lips with my fingers and licked her dripping snatch enthusiastically. I swirled my tongue around her clit, flicking the stiff bud repeatedly. She jumped each time I touched her love button.
“Oh, God, that feels so fucking good!” she squealed, grinding her ass against the wooden table. She humped my mouth wildly.. “Suck my clit! Make me cum!”
I sucked her clit between my lips as I snaked two fingers inside her juicy fuck hole. Her pussy immediately clamped down on my digits, squeezing them tightly inside her. I rubbed my tongue on her throbbing button and bent my fingers insider her, reaching for her g-spot. I made soft circles around the spot with my fingertips.
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