rhythm as she rode him. Loosing herself in the sensation of him, hard and deep inside her she felt Conrad’s hands on her buttocks, his warm hands rubbing them in circular motions, caressing them, as she felt him kneel behind her, his thighs touching the backs of her legs and the backs of her feet pressing against them as she felt his fingers rubbing on her little hole, and beginning to poke his finger into her. She felt him pull his hand away and return it wet and rubbed the wetness into her hole with his finger that had her muscles inside aching and clenching to pull his finger inside her as his fingers began to go deeper into her, and Conrad knew she was ready and he pulled it and gently she felt a thicker sensation as he pushed two fingers into her ass, feeling Trent’s cock pushing inside her as his fingers started to fuck her ass, and he knew from her response, from her moans that she was ready for more, and he pulled out his fingers and ever so gently and slowly began to ease his cock in to her ass and Gabrielle stopped riding Trent as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of being stretched open more than she had experienced before and at first she was afraid he would hurt her and she cautiously waited to be ready to stop him at any moment, but Conrad soothes her with his deep calm voice.
“I’m not going to hurt you darling, I’m going to take good care of you, give yourself to me, relax and let go, don’t tense up, it’s going to feel like better than anything you have ever had before, I’m going to take my time and go easy and nice and slow, I’m not going to hurt you my love.”
His voice, his experience as the older of the men, his natural air of confidence and authority soothed her into knowing he was going to be careful with her, knowing he did not want to hurt her relaxed her and the slight pain turned gradually into the deepest sexual sensation she had ever experienced, animalistic pleasure of the darkest sweetest kind that she had ever felt.
Chapter Eleven
Conrad led her blindfold into the room. She was wearing another of the dresses they had hand-made for her, a tailor had come and a designer had been commissioned to create the most beautiful corseted dresses that cinched her waist and emphasised her curves in a way that made her ample hips feel provocatively silhouetted and pushed her breasts up to spill seductively from her top so that as she walked they jiggled sexily.
When he had positioned her in the middle of the floor he asked her to kneel on the cushions they had laid out on the floor for her. They stood around her in a circle, the candles flickering through the room lending a sensual erotic air to the scene, the floor to ceiling mirror along the wall opposite them reflecting the silhouettes of the men in their dinner suits. As Conrad removed the blindfold from around her eyes she looked around her and saw the men but she couldn’t not see their faces completely as they wore masks, of the type you would see at a masked ball, going across their faces but revealing their eyes through the holes in them, and they were not full face masks, so that she could see their cheekbones, their firm jaws, their absolute handsomeness. They could all have passed for male models; from the younger Kane to the more mature Conrad. She had yet to see a physical flaw in any of them, and their breeding, their absolute grace and style held her in awe of them.
She felt decadently exquisite, wearing the diamonds they had given her, but all of this paled into insignificance to the stunning sight of them as she saw what they were doing. As she looked up adoringly at them, they were encircling her, every one of them holding their cocks out to her, stroking them in front of her and all she could see was a sea of cocks held before her, offering themselves to her, well endowed, thick, hard cocks, exclusively for her.
“The gentlemen would like you to raise your dress over you hips for them
“I’m not going to hurt you darling, I’m going to take good care of you, give yourself to me, relax and let go, don’t tense up, it’s going to feel like better than anything you have ever had before, I’m going to take my time and go easy and nice and slow, I’m not going to hurt you my love.”
His voice, his experience as the older of the men, his natural air of confidence and authority soothed her into knowing he was going to be careful with her, knowing he did not want to hurt her relaxed her and the slight pain turned gradually into the deepest sexual sensation she had ever experienced, animalistic pleasure of the darkest sweetest kind that she had ever felt.
Chapter Eleven
Conrad led her blindfold into the room. She was wearing another of the dresses they had hand-made for her, a tailor had come and a designer had been commissioned to create the most beautiful corseted dresses that cinched her waist and emphasised her curves in a way that made her ample hips feel provocatively silhouetted and pushed her breasts up to spill seductively from her top so that as she walked they jiggled sexily.
When he had positioned her in the middle of the floor he asked her to kneel on the cushions they had laid out on the floor for her. They stood around her in a circle, the candles flickering through the room lending a sensual erotic air to the scene, the floor to ceiling mirror along the wall opposite them reflecting the silhouettes of the men in their dinner suits. As Conrad removed the blindfold from around her eyes she looked around her and saw the men but she couldn’t not see their faces completely as they wore masks, of the type you would see at a masked ball, going across their faces but revealing their eyes through the holes in them, and they were not full face masks, so that she could see their cheekbones, their firm jaws, their absolute handsomeness. They could all have passed for male models; from the younger Kane to the more mature Conrad. She had yet to see a physical flaw in any of them, and their breeding, their absolute grace and style held her in awe of them.
She felt decadently exquisite, wearing the diamonds they had given her, but all of this paled into insignificance to the stunning sight of them as she saw what they were doing. As she looked up adoringly at them, they were encircling her, every one of them holding their cocks out to her, stroking them in front of her and all she could see was a sea of cocks held before her, offering themselves to her, well endowed, thick, hard cocks, exclusively for her.
“The gentlemen would like you to raise your dress over you hips for them
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