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apron and stockings, only to discover that punishing her had turned him on, and being held by her hair as she was made to suck him off.
He was getting there far too quickly, already groaning and pushing himself deep, while Laura had hoped to carry on to the point at which she could no longer resist slipping a hand back between her legs. She tried to slow down, lifting from his now solid shaft to tease his balls and the underside of his cock with her tongue, but he quickly lost patience.
‘Come on, Laura, in it goes.’
Being obedient to him felt too good to allow her to resist and she took him back in her mouth, still trying to take it slowly. He wasn’t having it, holding her firmly by the hair as he fucked her mouth. Laura let her hand go back, feeling more than a little used and not sure if that was a reason for resentment or the perfect thing to come over. After all, if he’d spanked her and forced her to suck him off he’d hardly worry about her pleasure.
A powerful shudder ran through her at the thought, but before she could focus on her fantasy his cock jerked in her mouth. She did her best to swallow, still rubbing at her sex as she imagined having him come in her mouth as the final indignity of her ordeal, but he’d quickly pulled her head up, gasping as he spoke.
‘Stop, stop, that’s too much, Laura … too sensitive. Oh, but you are good.’
She nodded and rocked back on her heels, eager to show him just how excited he had made her, but his eyes were closed as he spoke again.
‘So good. Now, how about another glass of wine, darling?’
Laura stopped, her feelings a mess. It felt good to be controlled, but she needed at least some attention. Yet she knew that the longer she held off the better it would be and so reluctantly complied, returning to the kitchen to tidy herself up and retrieve the bottle from the fridge.
An hour later she was glad for her choice. Being in nothing but apron and stockings had kept her arousal high all the while, especially once he’d come into the kitchen to talk to her while she cooked the vegetables, sitting at his ease while his eyes caressed her bare bottom. She ate naked but for her stockings, constantly aware of her exposed breasts as her need rose and the level in the second wine bottle fell. By the time they had finished she was drunk and her inhibitions had gone completely.
They snuggled up on the sofa, Chris fully dressed, Laura still next to nude. He began to play with her breasts, idly, stroking her skin to feel their shape and teasing her nipples until she’d begun to arch her back. She let her thighs come wide, hoping for a yet more intimate caress, only to realise that if she was going to put her scheme into operation this would be her last chance, and that if she didn’t the coming week would be one of agonising frustration. Twisting around, she reached for her book, which she’d left carefully placed on the lower level of her coffee table.
‘Do you like dirty stories?’
Chris gave a low purr, which Laura took for assent. Opening
Taken to Turkey
at the bookmark, she began to read.
A gasp of pure horror escaped Evangeline’s perfect white throat as she took in the scene in the harem. It was a great square room, lavishly decorated with all the opulence of the orient, the ceiling a magnificent mosaic of turquoise, cinnabar and gold, the walls hung with thick velvet drapes of a dozen rich hues before which stood huge negro slaves, their muscular bodies naked but for loose white pantaloons, their ebony skin glistening with oil, each as still as any statue and leaning on a great scimitar of finest Arabian steel. Enormous pillows lay scattered about the floor, their colours every bit as rich as the hangings, and on these pillows lay girls, some dusky, some Grecian olive in complexion, a few as pale as her own exquisite skin, but all young and as beautiful as the dawn.
At the far side of the room lounged Mustapha bin Yunus himself, a veritable giant,
He was getting there far too quickly, already groaning and pushing himself deep, while Laura had hoped to carry on to the point at which she could no longer resist slipping a hand back between her legs. She tried to slow down, lifting from his now solid shaft to tease his balls and the underside of his cock with her tongue, but he quickly lost patience.
‘Come on, Laura, in it goes.’
Being obedient to him felt too good to allow her to resist and she took him back in her mouth, still trying to take it slowly. He wasn’t having it, holding her firmly by the hair as he fucked her mouth. Laura let her hand go back, feeling more than a little used and not sure if that was a reason for resentment or the perfect thing to come over. After all, if he’d spanked her and forced her to suck him off he’d hardly worry about her pleasure.
A powerful shudder ran through her at the thought, but before she could focus on her fantasy his cock jerked in her mouth. She did her best to swallow, still rubbing at her sex as she imagined having him come in her mouth as the final indignity of her ordeal, but he’d quickly pulled her head up, gasping as he spoke.
‘Stop, stop, that’s too much, Laura … too sensitive. Oh, but you are good.’
She nodded and rocked back on her heels, eager to show him just how excited he had made her, but his eyes were closed as he spoke again.
‘So good. Now, how about another glass of wine, darling?’
Laura stopped, her feelings a mess. It felt good to be controlled, but she needed at least some attention. Yet she knew that the longer she held off the better it would be and so reluctantly complied, returning to the kitchen to tidy herself up and retrieve the bottle from the fridge.
An hour later she was glad for her choice. Being in nothing but apron and stockings had kept her arousal high all the while, especially once he’d come into the kitchen to talk to her while she cooked the vegetables, sitting at his ease while his eyes caressed her bare bottom. She ate naked but for her stockings, constantly aware of her exposed breasts as her need rose and the level in the second wine bottle fell. By the time they had finished she was drunk and her inhibitions had gone completely.
They snuggled up on the sofa, Chris fully dressed, Laura still next to nude. He began to play with her breasts, idly, stroking her skin to feel their shape and teasing her nipples until she’d begun to arch her back. She let her thighs come wide, hoping for a yet more intimate caress, only to realise that if she was going to put her scheme into operation this would be her last chance, and that if she didn’t the coming week would be one of agonising frustration. Twisting around, she reached for her book, which she’d left carefully placed on the lower level of her coffee table.
‘Do you like dirty stories?’
Chris gave a low purr, which Laura took for assent. Opening
Taken to Turkey
at the bookmark, she began to read.
A gasp of pure horror escaped Evangeline’s perfect white throat as she took in the scene in the harem. It was a great square room, lavishly decorated with all the opulence of the orient, the ceiling a magnificent mosaic of turquoise, cinnabar and gold, the walls hung with thick velvet drapes of a dozen rich hues before which stood huge negro slaves, their muscular bodies naked but for loose white pantaloons, their ebony skin glistening with oil, each as still as any statue and leaning on a great scimitar of finest Arabian steel. Enormous pillows lay scattered about the floor, their colours every bit as rich as the hangings, and on these pillows lay girls, some dusky, some Grecian olive in complexion, a few as pale as her own exquisite skin, but all young and as beautiful as the dawn.
At the far side of the room lounged Mustapha bin Yunus himself, a veritable giant,
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