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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 She awoke with a dull pain at the base of her skull and her world covered in a fog so thick that it was like her mind was being smothered in a wet wool blanket. Her tongue was glued to the roof of her mouth. Her jaw hurt and as her body re-awakened, she was vaguely aware that she was kneeling on something, but her arms were bound behind her back and her legs were tied together above her knees, forcing her to kneel. She tried to move and she realized two more things immediately: she was naked, and the something she was kneeling over had a protrusion that had been forced inside her. She tried to scream, but she found something soft but…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Arthur’s head was immersed between Sandy’s thighs, his nose softly nuzzling the warm wet lips of her open, seeping pussy. “Oh!” Sandy exclaimed as she bucked in the after shocks of another orgasm, writhing in the binds that tied her wrists to the bedposts. He ran his tongue up her crack, dodging the sensitized clit exposed at the top. Instead he circled his mouth around it, exhaled warm air, and then broke the seal and inhaled, the breeze racing past her tingling nubbin. “AHH!” Bam! Bam! Bam! as she snapped her body in an uncontrollable seizure and locked her thighs without warning around his head. Arthur sucked at her cunt’s juices as his tongue whipped her clit around and around, his powerful hands clenching…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Through the haze of her sleep, Morgana heard a noise in the room, and slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, she was not sure where she was at first, but it slowly came back to her: Avalon, a sex slave, no escape. That song was in her mind again. “Relax, said the night man, we are programmed to receive, You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave.” Over and over, that single phrase played until she sat up, then it immediately stopped. There was silence for a few seconds before she heard the door open and someone enter the room; it was jeremiah, Mistress’s slave. He put a finger to his lips, signalling to her and slowly shaking his…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Most of my day has been wasted, lost in daydreams and utter unproductivity that weighs on me as I take in the evening sky. At least coffee tastes just as good in the dark, I muse, as I swirl the spoon in my mug and watch the steam dance across the metal as it rises. Nights like this were made for lounging and thinking about everything and nothing in cozy clothes and a nest of blankets on my bed. The floor to ceiling windows in my bedroom display a cascade of city lights twinkling across the horizon and streaking like fireflies when the rain catches them, dragging the glow down the glass in rivulets. My notebook lay open, untouched, pen still capped in my…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Chapter 2 “Are you certain?” she asked I nodded “You’re quite sure?” She paused as if to give me time to reconsider. “Remember slave, once you have committed there is no way back, no return to the old habits, old rules.” Again she paused “Indeed there will now be only one way forward – – – my way, but of course you understand that; so again for the final time, are you sure?” “Yes Mistress” I whispered, “I’m sure.” For what seemed an eternity, but was probably no more than sixty seconds, she looked directly at me, a wistful smile playing gently around the corners of her mouth, as if she were remembering the end of an era, the way things had been ordered,…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Part I The shrill sound of a telephone ringing pierced the air. Katie, in the middle of rinsing her hair, cursed softly and grabbed the towel from a nearby rack. Making a half-hearted attempt at wrapping it around herself, she ran out of the bathroom and answered the phone. “Hello?” she said, breathlessly. “Why are you panting, baby?” Nick asked, sounding far too amused. “Oh, don’t even try it, Mister,” Katie giggled. “You knew I was in the shower.” “Maybe, maybe not,” his voice deepened and became more seductive. “But I can tell you that the image of you standing there dripping wet is making my cock rock hard.” Katie blushed beet red and didn’t know what to say. “I…umm…well..” He laughed then and…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Chapter 1: The Scenario He was away on business, half a continent from her, missing her and feeling, daily, the build up of desire that seemed to intensify in him in direct proportion to the impossibility of fulfillment. He really had no interest in pursuing sexual adventures in this strange city and there was certainly plenty of work to keep him busy if he wanted to force his mind from his body and his mental images of hers. But, to tell the truth, a part of him actually enjoyed the frustration, the postponement. The trouble was, he was craving stimulation to keep the edge up, to incite the horniness, not ways to sublimate it. His imagination, usually a pretty reliable stimulant, was running a…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 So, I’m having another one of those days. The kind of day that fills your head with this buzzing noise akin to a wasps nest in your brain. I’ve Just left work, a little tired and whole lot frustrated at people in general. I never could understand how so many people could be so utterly clueless. Like Mindless chickens simply pecking the sand as they pass through existence. So having decided that my mind can’t take any more stupidity I decide to head on over to my favorite pub for a pint of black. Nothing better to wind down a long day than a nice tall, glass of Guinness. So I stroll through the door and take my favorite seat at the bar. This…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Back on Argos, Calisto shivered in fear. Having watched Demetrius be chained and taken away by the guards, she did as he had asked and stayed hidden in the quiet bush shrouded cove they had sought refuge in the night before. Waiting hours to make sure no guards were still present she spent a fitful night crouched under the palm trees, crying herself to sleep with worry over his safety. In the morning, sure that the coast was clear, she headed off the beach and went up the path towards the nearest village. Once arriving, still clothed in her shabby makeshift dress, she was able to melt into the crowd, looking like a normal servant or slave girl albeit a beautiful one. Keeping her…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Back on Argos, Calisto shivered in fear. Having watched Demetrius be chained and taken away by the guards, she did as he had asked and stayed hidden in the quiet bush shrouded cove they had sought refuge in the night before. Waiting hours to make sure no guards were still present she spent a fitful night crouched under the palm trees, crying herself to sleep with worry over his safety. In the morning, sure that the coast was clear, she headed off the beach and went up the path towards the nearest village. Once arriving, still clothed in her shabby makeshift dress, she was able to melt into the crowd, looking like a normal servant or slave girl albeit a beautiful one. Keeping her…