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Speaker 1: you enjoy tonight's story. Presley looked down at the Tower
Speaker 1: of decadence on her plate. It's called a what, she asked,
Speaker 1: wondering whether she was meant to eat it, or perhaps
Speaker 1: they a prayer for the inches she could feel herself
Speaker 1: gaining just by looking at it. Some sort of bread
Speaker 1: or biscuit looking concoction covered in a large globe of
Speaker 1: the thickest cream she had ever seen, all topped off
Speaker 1: with a more than generous portion of strawberry jam. Cream
Speaker 1: tea is a British specialty, Eve responded, sounding a little exasperated.
Speaker 1: You know, when we agree to do this vacation, you
Speaker 1: were meant to try everything here, including at least a
Speaker 1: few of their luxury pastries. You can diet when we
Speaker 1: return to the States. It shore is a whole lot
Speaker 1: of junk to go on my trunk, Presley said, to
Speaker 1: no one in particular. I wonder how often they indulge
Speaker 1: in these kinds of desserts. Giggling gently, Eve eyed her
Speaker 1: best friend of twenty years as she poked to the
Speaker 1: cream and jam with a dessert fork as if it
Speaker 1: might attack her. From what I've read, they don't eat
Speaker 1: it all the time. It's just a special treat. I
Speaker 1: think Britain would think if they did, Presley responded in
Speaker 1: a normal, throaty feminine voice. Taste it, Eve said, I
Speaker 1: guarantee you will love it. Eve cocked her brow as
Speaker 1: she watched Presley take a bite clotted cream and jam
Speaker 1: spreading over her nose. Oh my god, Presley said, while
Speaker 1: making a throaty groan. What is is cream? Called? Again?
Speaker 1: Clotted cream? It sure is heavy and sweet and freaking delicious,
Speaker 1: seriously laughing gently at her friend, I told you, pres
Speaker 1: and shit, we're in the UK, most likely our first
Speaker 1: and last time. There's lots of things you need to try.
Speaker 1: Eve stared pensively at Presley as she sipped at the
Speaker 1: blacker or gray lemon tea. Presley nodded shyly, a blush
Speaker 1: lifting up her neck as she cast her gaze over
Speaker 1: the River Thames, distracting herself from that conversation by watching
Speaker 1: a boatload of tourists glide over the waters in the
Speaker 1: morning sun. Well, yeah, we haven't been on a tour
Speaker 1: boat yet or seen the Black Museum or Madam Two Swords.
Speaker 1: I believe those are known for being full of murderous
Speaker 1: British history. Eve responded curtly to a shy best friend.
Speaker 1: You know perfectly. Well, what I meant. We've been here
Speaker 1: a week and you haven't even made an effort with
Speaker 1: the British men. I tell you prayers, they're different from Americans.
Speaker 1: You won't regret it if you do, I promise, men, Amen,
Speaker 1: Presley responded, continuing to stare toward the river and anywhere.
Speaker 1: But Eve's growing frustrated. Stare It's always the same. They
Speaker 1: get you in the sack. Two minutes later they're done
Speaker 1: and out the door. He've watched Presley's body tense up,
Speaker 1: knowing she'd hit an ugly nerve, but refused to get
Speaker 1: into an uncomfortable discussion while on vacation. He forced to laugh,
Speaker 1: then leaned in closer. Trust me, pres she whispered, her
Speaker 1: eyes widening her lips, forming a broad smile. You could
Speaker 1: not be more wrong. I don't know if it's a
Speaker 1: good man as they have him built here, or what
Speaker 1: it is, but let me tell you from what I've
Speaker 1: learned in the past few days we've been here. The
Speaker 1: lady always comes first with these British toots. And if
Speaker 1: you're into king Holy Ship, Boss. Eve whistled and rolled
Speaker 1: her eyes to emphasize the point. Don't let all that
Speaker 1: stiff upper lip crab and all the hearsay of proper
Speaker 1: this and proper that for you in the bedroom, there's
Speaker 1: only one thing that's stiff and definitely upper. Seriously, that
Speaker 1: guy I hooked up with on our first night was
Speaker 1: insane and he a most definitely taught this girl a
Speaker 1: thing or two about his beautiful silver tongue. Presley and
Speaker 1: Eve held each other's gaze for a moment before burt
Speaker 1: stinging to fits of laughter. Seriously, Prayers, we're on vacation.
Speaker 1: You need to relax little. No one knows you here,
Speaker 1: no one will ever see us again. So live it up, girl,
Speaker 1: do what you want. Have fun. Girl, I you going
Speaker 1: down and forget the past of the next few days.
Speaker 1: Surely you can't tell me you haven't seen any British
Speaker 1: men you find hart shit. Their accents also weaken me
Speaker 1: in the freaking knees. Oh, there's been plenty I found attractive.
Speaker 1: But where do I start? Hi, Am, Presley, do you
Speaker 1: want to fuck me? I'm just not like you. I
Speaker 1: can't put myself forward in the way you do. Eve.
Speaker 1: Eve sipped at her tea, then continued, I'm call him bullshit.
Speaker 1: Do you remember when we were at school and never
Speaker 1: turned down adare Eve? That's different. You can't dare me
Speaker 1: to sleep with the bread. Maybe not, But those guards
Speaker 1: at Buckingham Palace, the ones with the huge baskin hats
Speaker 1: that aren't allowed to move or blink or anything. I
Speaker 1: think you should flirt with one, try to get a
Speaker 1: rise out of him. If you get my drift, how
Speaker 1: dare you girl? In fact, I double dog dare you? Presley?
Speaker 1: Cleared at Eve? Sternly? So, what do you exactly want
Speaker 1: me to do? If my skirts show him my thumb,
Speaker 1: lay on the ground and spread my thighs, walk up
Speaker 1: to the guy and grab him by the dick he
Speaker 1: his brows arched up. Well, grabbing him by the dick
Speaker 1: should definitely get his attention, but it might also get
Speaker 1: you thrown into some underground, barbaric British jail cell. So no,
Speaker 1: I'm not really suggesting that, but I do think you
Speaker 1: should start with dressing sexy. Damn it, prayers make this
Speaker 1: man uncomfortable, make his dick twitch, make him break out
Speaker 1: into a SWEA. Sighing, Eve took another sip of tea
Speaker 1: before continuing, Look, let's have a bit of fun, nothing serious.
Speaker 1: You make him sweat, and the drinks are on meat tonight.
Speaker 1: With these eyes turning stern as she looked hard at
Speaker 1: her friend like I said before, Double dog, dare you
Speaker 1: damn it? Eve, Presley said teasingly, you had to go
Speaker 1: ahead and dare me, and double dog dare me at that. Okay,
Speaker 1: let's go buy some sexy clothes. But I'm warning you
Speaker 1: I will not be a cheap date tonight. While devouring
Speaker 1: the rest of their cream tea, Presley found herself wondering
Speaker 1: about the wisdom of the brunch time treat. Now the
Speaker 1: women all seem to remain thin, as she was sure
Speaker 1: her butter had just swollen by a good two inches.
Speaker 1: After they settled up their tab and left the quaint
Speaker 1: riverside tea house, the two of them began working their
Speaker 1: way through the heaving crowds of times and eventually held
Speaker 1: themselves a black cab. Where are two ladies, the man asked,
Speaker 1: in a strong accent that Presley felt she could drown
Speaker 1: in the nearest quality lady's clothing store. Eve answered proudly,
Speaker 1: where in need of some sexy lingerie? Presley glared at
Speaker 1: her friend, embarrassment burning hotly across her cheeks. Eve, Seriously,
Speaker 1: you young ladies on a promise, I assume the cab
Speaker 1: driver asked a promise? What's that, Presley asked, not really
Speaker 1: caring what it meant so much, but definitely wanting to
Speaker 1: hear more of his accented voice. A promise is when
Speaker 1: you and your young men are planning a romantic night
Speaker 1: in Okay Black guess it's something like that, you've said
Speaker 1: through another teasing kickle. I know just the place to
Speaker 1: take you two ladies. My missus uses it all the time.
Speaker 1: While the cab ricocheted through in traffic, both Presley and
Speaker 1: Eve huddled close, neither of them daring to look out
Speaker 1: the window for fear they might see an accident caused
Speaker 1: by this man's manic driving. They huddled closely, whispering about
Speaker 1: the guards at the tower. Those guards really do look
Speaker 1: hot in those red jackets, Eve whispered. And that severe
Speaker 1: stare they have, it's so damn British. Can you imagine
Speaker 1: what they might be like in the bedroom. Just the
Speaker 1: thought of it makes me tingle all over. Brezie smiled
Speaker 1: at the memory of this morning's event. Even she and
Speaker 1: all her insecurities had to admit, and even thinking of
Speaker 1: them standing there like hot, rigid British statues, with the
Speaker 1: precise cut of their black pants, drawing her gaze up
Speaker 1: their thighs, and their eyes that never seemed to blink
Speaker 1: as hot as fucking sin. Heat shot through a cor
Speaker 1: Her fingers brushed the top of a thigh as she
Speaker 1: wondered what a man like that might do to her,
Speaker 1: how he might punish her, how he might make her
Speaker 1: body ache with need, how he might hold her down
Speaker 1: and fuck her raw and senseless. Her tooth pushed into
Speaker 1: the bottom of her lip at the thought of something
Speaker 1: so out of character for her. It wasn't that she
Speaker 1: was inexperienced. She simply hadn't ever found a man she
Speaker 1: considered anything besides inconsiderate pleasureless householes. Pulling up outside a
Speaker 1: quaint looking boutique, the driver looked in his mirror and smiled,
Speaker 1: this is it, ladies, Being that you two are obviously
Speaker 1: not from here, I'm due to take a break about now.
Speaker 1: If you like, I'd turn the clock off, wait and
Speaker 1: drive you back to your hotel so you can get
Speaker 1: yourselves ready. Finding a cab around here can be a
Speaker 1: real bugger at times. That sounds fantastic, Eve responded, we
Speaker 1: really appreciate, Presley added quietly. Presley and Eve exited the
Speaker 1: cab with their two heads together, chatting and giggling like
Speaker 1: two conspirators. As the doorman opened the wide glass door
Speaker 1: for them, ladies, his tone rang serious, but not unfriendly.
Speaker 1: He touched his cap with a figure, then dipped his
Speaker 1: head Welcome to Tallulah. Once inside, the bautique appeared a
Speaker 1: lot smaller than they were used to in the States.
Speaker 1: Presley wondered if they'd have much of a selection, and
Speaker 1: almost considered suggesting going elsewhere. Just as she turned to
Speaker 1: speak to Eve, the two of them were suddenly face
Speaker 1: to face with an attractive, middle aged woman with graying
Speaker 1: hair and deep red lipstick. May I help you, she said,
Speaker 1: with a clear cut accent. Well, my friend and I
Speaker 1: are looking for something sexy and seductive without being trashy,
Speaker 1: if you know what I mean. But we were expected
Speaker 1: a larger selection, Eve added, a little more curtly than
Speaker 1: Presley would have lied, leaving her feeling awkward. The tall
Speaker 1: woman eyed the two of them skeptically, then added, this
Speaker 1: isn't your average run of the mill store, ladies. Rather
Speaker 1: than have a white selection. We carry only the best,
Speaker 1: and I can promise you every thread of silk and
Speaker 1: lace we offer. At one point seduction, who will the
Speaker 1: lingerie be for? Oh, it's for Presley, Eve said, bluntly,
Speaker 1: pushing Presley forward. What The domineering old woman cast her
Speaker 1: eyes over Presley's body again. Presley felt he rising up
Speaker 1: her chest as the lady began walking around her, eyeing her,
Speaker 1: scoping out a figure like she had some sort of
Speaker 1: display on cell. Hmm, the saleswoman mumbled, just loud enough
Speaker 1: to leave a knot in Presley's stomach. She can to
Speaker 1: tell me that we have nothing to feel over my hips.
Speaker 1: They have no brass small enough for my chest. Another
Speaker 1: complete circle around her body, the woman stopped in front
Speaker 1: of Presley's face. Would Madam prefer a thong or something fuller? Ah,
Speaker 1: A thong would be fine, Presley replied, while blushing furiously
Speaker 1: under the woman's harsh gaze. Very good, and I take
Speaker 1: it you would like stockings with that? Would you prefer
Speaker 1: a hold ups or a garter belt? Not a trace
Speaker 1: of emotion sounded in her voice or Presley's heart pounded
Speaker 1: so hard against her chest, but it felt like a
Speaker 1: rib was being crushed. Hold ups, I guess, Presley responded
Speaker 1: in a hushed tone, very well, please have a seat.
Speaker 1: I believe I have just a thing for you. Presley
Speaker 1: and Eve took a seat on the red velvet bench
Speaker 1: as a woman, and exited through a door leading to
Speaker 1: the rear of the room. The batigue suddenly feeling quiet
Speaker 1: and empty. This is totally weird, Presley whispered to a
Speaker 1: quiet Eve. No, shehd, It's definitely not Victoria's secret. A
Speaker 1: few moments later, the saleslady returned with a large cardboard box.
Speaker 1: She lay it on the glass table in front of them,
Speaker 1: opening it and exposing the most beautiful vision of deep
Speaker 1: purple silk and black lace. Involuntarily, both Presley and Eve
Speaker 1: gasped at the sensuous lingerie. I took the liberty of
Speaker 1: boxing it up just in case, the woman said flatly.
Speaker 1: This set is a basque directly from Milan, with a
Speaker 1: lovely black lace detail on the bust. I have a
Speaker 1: couple of these sets myself, she added, confidently, ignoring the
Speaker 1: shocked looks on both girls faces makes me feel sexier
Speaker 1: than a horror on sailor's payday. Let me tell you
Speaker 1: when I have this on under my shirt and start
Speaker 1: undoing my buttons. Well, let's just say that my husband
Speaker 1: can't keep his hands off me. Her eyes glistened with carnality,
Speaker 1: she moved her hand in a broad art to indicate
Speaker 1: the changing rooms towards the rear of the store. I
Speaker 1: suggest trying it on to be certain, but please leave
Speaker 1: your panties on for all but two obvious reasons. If
Speaker 1: you happen to be commando today, there's a selection for
Speaker 1: you to use. Presley entered the dressing room, Eve on
Speaker 1: her heel. The both of them peered down at the
Speaker 1: box of luxurious seduction. This set is a bask Eve said, teasingly,
Speaker 1: exaggerating the woman's strange choice of words direct from Milan,
Speaker 1: she mimicked in her awful British accent. The two friends
Speaker 1: both covered their mouths as they tried to shush another
Speaker 1: onset of giggles. Who is she? He whispered, She reminds
Speaker 1: me of an English professor. Pease me, Presley whispered, a
Speaker 1: proper English lady. I guess, like we said, this place
Speaker 1: is no Victoria secret. Presley stripped down to her panties,
Speaker 1: then held the luxury and lingerie against her body while
Speaker 1: looking at herself in the full length mirror. This color
Speaker 1: is stunning, she whispers, suddenly wishing she could afford lingerie
Speaker 1: like this every day. Try it on, Press, I can't
Speaker 1: wait to see it on you. E's voice bubbled with enthusiasm.
Speaker 1: Sliding into the silk, even the caress of the soft
Speaker 1: material against her flesh made Presley feel sexy, seductive, even desirable.
Speaker 1: It seemed to absolute kiss her skin with every movement,
Speaker 1: touching her in a way that any woman loved to
Speaker 1: be touched, the silk seeming to mold to her body,
Speaker 1: accentuating her curves in just the way she wished for.
Speaker 1: It was no wonder she'd been asked to keep her
Speaker 1: panties on. The warm, dampness crept through a core or
Speaker 1: a pussy clutching God, how could underwear turn her on?
Speaker 1: And if it held this much power with her, what
Speaker 1: would it do to a man? I don't want to
Speaker 1: take it off, Eve, it's absolutely beautiful, LUs see it
Speaker 1: through her body. At the thought of the depraved axe
Speaker 1: she might do wearing something like this, Reluctantly, she changed
Speaker 1: back into her own clothes and they exited the changing room.
Speaker 1: She'll take it, Eve triumphantly announced, in her bold tone
Speaker 1: that sometimes makes Presley's skin cruel. The journey back to
Speaker 1: Saint James's Hotel was quiet, Lesley's mind lost in unusual
Speaker 1: carnal thoughts. It had been a long time since she'd
Speaker 1: actually been fucked, and honestly, all the time she had
Speaker 1: left her feeling nothing but disappointed, exactly the opposite to
Speaker 1: how being fuck should leave a woman. It was just
Speaker 1: that something always seemed to lack. It was almost as
Speaker 1: she needed something stronger, something more controlling, more dominant. The
Speaker 1: men back home were okay, but in her experiences it
Speaker 1: was always just sex and nothing else. Simply a few thrusts,
Speaker 1: a wambam, thank you, ma'am, kind of fast fucking. That
Speaker 1: was it. No full play, no tenderness, no spanking or
Speaker 1: bondage or hold me against a woman, fuck me until
Speaker 1: my body gives out kind of sex. Just plain, old,
Speaker 1: ordinary vanilla sex. Even promised her that British men were different,
Speaker 1: and she'd already had her affair share. She had no
Speaker 1: fear of the unknown. She was proud of her body
Speaker 1: and its needs, and had even partaken in a foursome
Speaker 1: with three guys the two of us had met in
Speaker 1: the park, Bresley's natural shyness had forced her to decline
Speaker 1: that whole ordeal, leaving her lonely, unsatisfied and miserable, while
Speaker 1: even returned barely able to walk with the fragrance of
Speaker 1: sex hanging on to her like a cheap dress. For
Speaker 1: the remainder of the day, desire continued to burn through
Speaker 1: Presley's sides as she and Eve made their way through
Speaker 1: the hotel and eventually made it back to their adjoining rooms,
Speaker 1: See and a few, Presley uttered to Eve before pushing
Speaker 1: the door close behind it with her back and taking
Speaker 1: a long, in hell of breath. Why had this simple
Speaker 1: piece of material left her feeling like someone had lit
Speaker 1: a fire in her sex? Yes, it was beautiful and
Speaker 1: classy and entirely sexy, but it did left her feeling
Speaker 1: which she rarely did, like atress, like a seductive, sexly
Speaker 1: active woman that ate to have her pussy filled with
Speaker 1: a real man, a real cock, a left bone tired
Speaker 1: from hours of hard sex. What the hell was happening
Speaker 1: to her? Was it this crisp British air, that these
Speaker 1: people had some kind of sex supplement to their tea?
Speaker 1: Whatever it was, she liked it a lot. Sliding down
Speaker 1: the door, Presley lifted her skirt. Dampness coated her in
Speaker 1: her thighs, her pussy clenching her abdomen, Clutching with what
Speaker 1: she knew was going to be a fast and furious orgasm.
Speaker 1: She frantically shifted her panties to one side and plunged
Speaker 1: two fingers deep and hard into her sex, rocking them
Speaker 1: in a perfect motion and touching that most sensitive spot.
Speaker 1: Oh Jesus, with her thumb, rubbing her clip, the blistering
Speaker 1: need aching inside to be full, to be satisfied, to
Speaker 1: be fucked hard and deep. With her mercy, she pulled
Speaker 1: her hand back and slapped it against her folds firmly,
Speaker 1: electricity shooting through it like torrents of white heat. Still
Speaker 1: furiously rubbing her clip, her pleasures soaring higher and swirling
Speaker 1: from head to foot, she drew back her hand and
Speaker 1: spanked her sex again, harder, this time almost violently. Oh fuck.
Speaker 1: Presley plunged her fingers back inside while her other hand
Speaker 1: tugged and pulled and rubbed her clip desperately. In only second,
Speaker 1: she was exploding in an intense orgasm that had hot
Speaker 1: tears pricking her eyes. Minutes passed, maybe five, maybe ten,
Speaker 1: as she sat breathlessly on the floor, the after glow
Speaker 1: of pleasure still trembling through her body. Suddenly shaken by
Speaker 1: the sound of her cellphone, she knew it had to
Speaker 1: be Eve, as no one else was going to call
Speaker 1: her while she vacationed in England. Hi, Eve, just getting ready.
Speaker 1: Give me about fifteen more minutes. Okay, Press Loo, get
Speaker 1: your ass in gear. I've just read that they changed
Speaker 1: the guards in an hour. You don't want some guys
Speaker 1: only just come on to shift. Okay, I'm hurrying. Presley
Speaker 1: dropped her phone to the floor, standing gingerly and taking
Speaker 1: a moment to steady herself on her legs, but felt
Speaker 1: as if they were full of jelly. Twenty minutes later,
Speaker 1: Presley was admiring herself in the mirror, the caress of
Speaker 1: the stockings on her thighs making them tense with desire
Speaker 1: once again, the dark purple of the silk and the
Speaker 1: black lace somehow transforming her, making her into the seductress
Speaker 1: she wished she could be, making her a little more
Speaker 1: like Eve. Time to let my inner horror out, she
Speaker 1: whispered to herself. As she ambled toward the closet to
Speaker 1: wrap a black wrap her round skirt and black shirt,
Speaker 1: Almost disappointed to cover the beautiful lingerie, she slipped her
Speaker 1: feet into still lettoes, then left the room to head
Speaker 1: to the foyer. Eve smiled when she saw Presley and
Speaker 1: stood from the armchair, looking perfect in the short red
Speaker 1: dress that hugged her curves like a glove. Oh you
Speaker 1: look flushed. That sexy underwear really hits the mark, doesn't it.
Speaker 1: Laughing gently, Presley replied, while thinking, you have no fucking idea, No,
Speaker 1: just a hot shower. Now, come on, you double dog
Speaker 1: dared me. Let's go make these prim and proper British
Speaker 1: guards sweat. Within minutes, Presley Neve stood at the gates
Speaker 1: of Buckingham Palace. Or Suddenly this didn't seem like such
Speaker 1: a good idea to Presley. The guards were standing there
Speaker 1: like statues in their wooden shelters, solid and strong, like
Speaker 1: real soldiers, and anything but the toy ones they seemed
Speaker 1: to be. When they were watching from a distance. Up close,
Speaker 1: you could see their muscles tents under the red tunics,
Speaker 1: their jewels set all serious and stern, and the black
Speaker 1: pants got those black pants, dampness surged into Presley's pussy,
Speaker 1: while the silk of the thong teased her sex. As
Speaker 1: she walked along the path. It was as if the
Speaker 1: material quietly and seductively caressed her clip with every step
Speaker 1: she took. Nearing the guards, her clip throbbed furiously with
Speaker 1: nervous anticipation. She could almost smell the testosterone from her
Speaker 1: Choosing one of the four guards, one furthest from the
Speaker 1: main gates and the throbbing crowds, Presley anticipated him for
Speaker 1: a moment, his dominant position, the strength and control in
Speaker 1: his body, the way he was absolutely still, and his eyes.
Speaker 1: They were intensely blue, like cold ice that seemed to
Speaker 1: burn with a p with a need, with a dominance.
Speaker 1: Lustful thoughts once again filled her head as she focused
Speaker 1: on that blue gaze. Control, punishment, power, bondage and discipline,
Speaker 1: savage penetration, hard, heartless colour sacks. Presley's core clutched with need,
Speaker 1: the warm caress of her desire escaping her panties and
Speaker 1: dripping down her thighs. She pushed out her leg to
Speaker 1: the side, forcing her skirt to fall open and exposing
Speaker 1: her thigh and stocking tops for a moment, his gaze
Speaker 1: seemed to widen as he took in every inch of
Speaker 1: her porcelain skin over the top of the black lace material.
Speaker 1: Undoubtedly there was a gentle tinting in his pants, and
Speaker 1: it almost seemed like she could see his left eye
Speaker 1: flicker just a small bed. Crowds of dorists surrounded them.
Speaker 1: But this show was just for him, and she had
Speaker 1: no will to leave, not until she made him miserable,
Speaker 1: and not until she saw his Adam's apple bobble, not
Speaker 1: until she saw at least a bead of sweat cover
Speaker 1: his brow bresley bitter lip. As she discreetly caressed her
Speaker 1: breast with the soft material of her shirt, she pinched herself, gently,
Speaker 1: forcing her nipple to puck her into a hard peek.
Speaker 1: She swallowed a harsh gulp, a pussy painfully aching to
Speaker 1: be fucked, her stomach churning with a warm sensation. How
Speaker 1: did this man, this icly cold stranger, with all his power,
Speaker 1: all his control, turn her on by doing nothing? How
Speaker 1: the fuck was any of this happening? Fantasizing about his
Speaker 1: stern expression staring down at her, the ache between her
Speaker 1: thighs was intensifying as a strain in his pants grew,
Speaker 1: his burning erection becoming more prominent through the finely tailored pan.
Speaker 1: She wanted this man to fuck her casually. Bresley eased
Speaker 1: her fingers through the buttons of her shirt, letting the
Speaker 1: top two fall open to expose the black lace underneath.
Speaker 1: Dark purple silk shimmered in the warm morning sun. As
Speaker 1: a cool breeze caress the soft exposed skin of her breast,
Speaker 1: the bite of the British summer chill teasing her flesh.
Speaker 1: An avalanche of goosebumps erupted over her breath and upper neckline.
Speaker 1: Her nipples strained against a lace, fueling the desire growing
Speaker 1: inside a pussy and leaving her breath out of kilter. Fuck.
Speaker 1: She was turned on desperately, more than she could ever
Speaker 1: have imagined possible. Boldly, she slid a hand between the
Speaker 1: folds of her skirt, pushing at her thumb and stroking
Speaker 1: her pulsing folds, fighting every earth to just let go
Speaker 1: and come here and now. Bresley was determined to make
Speaker 1: him sweat at least one beat, damn it. Her eyes
Speaker 1: slid shut for a minute as she imagined taking his
Speaker 1: hard cock into her mouth. How it would taste as
Speaker 1: her tongue danced around it, getting him throb listening to
Speaker 1: him moan feeling his fingers tangled desperately through her hair
Speaker 1: as he fucked her mouth until he released thick, warm
Speaker 1: streams have come down her throat. Her pussy throbbed, aching
Speaker 1: as she thought of his erect cock pulsing inside of
Speaker 1: her fingers. Dripping with her own desire, Presley lifted two
Speaker 1: to her lips, teasing her tongue along them, halfway closing
Speaker 1: her eyes as she slid them into her mouth, essentially provocatively,
Speaker 1: as she continued to succumb to the fantasy of sucking
Speaker 1: his cock so hard that his knees buckled and he
Speaker 1: lost all control, his fingers clutching at her hair as
Speaker 1: stability as he forced her to take every drop of
Speaker 1: his release. Her fingers dropped from her lips as she
Speaker 1: watched his cock turning desperately hard behind his pants. Go
Speaker 1: what she would give to fall to her knees and
Speaker 1: take him in her mouth to sup that beautiful erection
Speaker 1: until he was dry of every drop of cum, but
Speaker 1: still there was no sweat. Presley chewed at her lips
Speaker 1: and pushed her hands between her thighs, once more, tracing
Speaker 1: her fingertips along the silk, moving it aside, and pushing
Speaker 1: two fingers deep into a throbbing pussy, grabbing a hand
Speaker 1: rail for stability when an orgasm ripped through her body.
Speaker 1: For a moment, she could only stand absolutely still as
Speaker 1: she waited for the quivering to subside and her legs
Speaker 1: to unbuckle. Finally, she brazenly took a few steps toward
Speaker 1: the guard and leaned next to his ear. I want
Speaker 1: you to taste my juices before I taste yours, she whispered,
Speaker 1: while dragging her fingertips along his lips. Make way for
Speaker 1: the Queen's guard, he shouted, all but knocking her to
Speaker 1: the ground. Shocked, Presley stumbled against the railings, suddenly aware
Speaker 1: of all the Torus who had turned to look this direction.
Speaker 1: With the guard's face unmoved, his body motionless, his cock
Speaker 1: remained achingly hard, but still not a drop of sweat.
Speaker 1: How much control does this man have? Presley uttered under
Speaker 1: her breath. Gathering herself quickly and feeling a sudden urge
Speaker 1: for a large vodka, Presley walked over to a shocked Eve,
Speaker 1: who had been watching the show now, let's hear it.
Speaker 1: Did you make him sweat? Presley sighed, The man as
Speaker 1: hard as iron under his pants, but not a fucking
Speaker 1: drop of sweat. Oh well, screw the sweat. I'm proud
Speaker 1: of you, girl, and damn it, after a show like that,
Speaker 1: I'm going to buy the drinks anyway. Come on, there's
Speaker 1: a hotel around the corner with a quick pace there
Speaker 1: nearby hotel in no time, and desired to move as
Speaker 1: far away from that moment of public shame, fueling Presley's speed.
Speaker 1: Taking a seat in the corner of the darkened bar,
Speaker 1: they ordered two large vodkas with cherries seven up. Within seconds,
Speaker 1: their glasses were empty and too revel stood before them.
Speaker 1: Damn it, Press, I could see his heart dick from
Speaker 1: twenty feet away. That thing was huge. I'm surprised he
Speaker 1: just didn't come in his pants there and then how
Speaker 1: the fuck he didn't sweat? I have no idea, honestly, Eve,
Speaker 1: I was so turned on doing that, seeing how hard
Speaker 1: he was, I just wanted him to take me there
Speaker 1: and then hard and deep, rough and raw, if you
Speaker 1: know what I mean. I think I would have joined you, girl.
Speaker 1: That dude looked like he had enough cock for both
Speaker 1: of us and then some. If we'd waited another five minutes,
Speaker 1: he probably would have gladly put his dick in you.
Speaker 1: They were due to change the guard. Then probably best
Speaker 1: we left, Presley responded, through a giggle. Maybe a bit
Speaker 1: more of a show than the proper Brits and all
Speaker 1: these tourists would want in front of Buckingham Palace. Eve
Speaker 1: Presley and Eve fall into a giggling spell. Oh God, Eve, stop,
Speaker 1: I need the bathroom. And now did you notice where
Speaker 1: it was? It's dark as freaking night in here. Surveying
Speaker 1: the bar, Eve smiled. Widens over there there's a sign
Speaker 1: saying toilets and accommodation. Guess a proper British word for
Speaker 1: bathroom is toilets. Wonder exactly what accommodations they offer, Eve
Speaker 1: Wing says, Presley, gathered her purse. Be careful not go
Speaker 1: up to the room, though there might be a huge,
Speaker 1: hunky guard waiting for you. Presley moved between the tables,
Speaker 1: making a way to an old wooden door. Glancing up
Speaker 1: at the side, she smiled to herself. Accommodations m she shuttered, softly,
Speaker 1: pushing the door open and then slipping into the darkened corridor.
Speaker 1: Wooden beams surrounded her, emphasizing the age of the hotel.
Speaker 1: To a left was a staircase. To the right, two rooms,
Speaker 1: one with a silhouette of a woman hanging outside the
Speaker 1: lady's toilet. She muttered to herself, giggling again stumbling just
Speaker 1: a bit a little tipsy. After returning to the door
Speaker 1: adjoining the main bar. After she'd relieved herself, she noticed
Speaker 1: some photos hanging on the wall, images of the guards
Speaker 1: drinking in this very bar. Wait till I tell Eve,
Speaker 1: she whispered to herself, struggling to pull the heavy wooden
Speaker 1: door open. Suddenly a hand appeared from behind her, viciously
Speaker 1: slamming the door shut and trapping her in the dark corridor. Well,
Speaker 1: look who's here? The little tease you try to make
Speaker 1: a hash of my job? Is your pussy still wet
Speaker 1: for me? Her heart beat furiously in her chest at
Speaker 1: the deep British voice behind her. His fingertips slide down
Speaker 1: her neck and over the curve of her breast, turning
Speaker 1: her nippules to pebbles and casting an ache between her thighs.
Speaker 1: Time I found out just how wet with your ass?
Speaker 1: Up the stairs with her pulse in her ears, Presley
Speaker 1: did nothing to resist his domineering command as her legs
Speaker 1: began carrying her up the squeaking, narrow stairs, inning his
Speaker 1: presence so close behind her, intimidating with the strength of
Speaker 1: his body over hers. The desire in Presley's pussy was
Speaker 1: returning with a vengeance, while the tiny voice in her
Speaker 1: head told her she needed to turn around and whole
Speaker 1: ass away from this man. This door, he said harshly,
Speaker 1: easily pushing the large door open with one broad hand.
Speaker 1: Presley's head was beginning to stir with dizziness from the
Speaker 1: two to get drinks, while everything inside her court turned
Speaker 1: warm and damp and needy as she obeyed this strange
Speaker 1: man's orders with no hesitancy. As she entered the cold,
Speaker 1: darkened room, don't look at me, close your eyes without
Speaker 1: thinking again, Presley did as he commanded and closed her eyes,
Speaker 1: succumbing to his will. With his hard body pushing against hers,
Speaker 1: it left her no choice but to move backwards until
Speaker 1: she was feeling the railing of a large bed behind her.
Speaker 1: Lift your arms up over your head without her bolds.
Speaker 1: Her arms lifted over her head until she felt the
Speaker 1: barley twist of a four poster bed lessen. A second later,
Speaker 1: she was listening to the sound of two brief metallic
Speaker 1: clicks and feeling the cold steel of handcuffs securing her
Speaker 1: against a bedpost while he fastened a rough, thick material
Speaker 1: over her eyes, pulling it tight behind her head and
Speaker 1: holding her eyes closed. The tremble moved down her spine
Speaker 1: as he slid his fingertips down the curve of her neck,
Speaker 1: stopping right about her breast. That's my ceremonial belt. You
Speaker 1: get anything on that and I will be up all
Speaker 1: night cleaning it, and you will be up all night
Speaker 1: nursing your sore fucking cunt. Are we clear? Yeah? Yes,
Speaker 1: my name's Presley. By the way, I'm from Texas. Will
Speaker 1: you at least tell me your name? Nerves are Pressley shivering,
Speaker 1: feeling way out of her depth, actually frightened by this
Speaker 1: man and what she'd gotten herself into. Though she could
Speaker 1: see nothing, she could feel his eyes watching her, studying her,
Speaker 1: while a cold still shot through her. My god, he
Speaker 1: could slit her neck open, joke the breath from her.
Speaker 1: He could violently rape and murder her, and nobody would
Speaker 1: ever know until it was too late, she knew Eve
Speaker 1: had probably taken up conversation with a man or five
Speaker 1: and most likely swallowed another few vodkas. By now, she
Speaker 1: probably wasn't giving Presley an inch of thought. Fuck, I'm
Speaker 1: sir to you. That's all you need to know. His
Speaker 1: voice was almost a growl, his lips so close that
Speaker 1: she felt his breath burning her skin. Presley, what sort
Speaker 1: of fucking name is that your parents wanted a boy?
Speaker 1: Did they got? You? Couldn't call you Elvis? I presume
Speaker 1: so Presley was the best they could come up with.
Speaker 1: With his voice edged with anger, along with dark promises
Speaker 1: of danger and brutal lust, he added, well, let's see
Speaker 1: this fancy laundry you were so eager for me to
Speaker 1: see earlier. Presley would know Elvis. He snickered as he
Speaker 1: belittled her name with a surprising gentility. The back of
Speaker 1: his fingers caressed down Presley's neck, his thick fingers sliding
Speaker 1: just under the edge of her shirt. He leaned against
Speaker 1: her ear, his warm breath wet and salacious as he whispered,
Speaker 1: say goodbye to your shirt, Presley, with no Elvis. With that,
Speaker 1: his fingers tor viciously at the material the button, snapping
Speaker 1: from it in quick succession, as Presley felt the cold
Speaker 1: air of the room bite her already erect nipples and
Speaker 1: turn her blood twice. What the fuck? She gasped, shocked
Speaker 1: by his actions, terrified by his boldness, scared by the
Speaker 1: sudden surge of desire moving in her body. As she
Speaker 1: came dangerously close to begging him to touch her, and
Speaker 1: grasping her throat tightly, he pushed her head back. I
Speaker 1: can smell your pussy from here. I'd bet my last
Speaker 1: dollar that's a perfect pink, perfectly swollen and perfectly wet
Speaker 1: for me. So don't give me that shit. You want this,
Speaker 1: You're dying for it. Presley's body trembled again as he
Speaker 1: gripped her throat while his other hand ripped the waistband
Speaker 1: of her skirt from her body and slid between her thighs,
Speaker 1: forcing them wide and brutally pinching the numb of her
Speaker 1: clip through the soft silk, Just as I suspected, he says,
Speaker 1: in her deep voices, arouses her whole body. Your pussy
Speaker 1: is very wet and very swollen and hot. You're quite
Speaker 1: the little submissive, aren't you. Damn it? What was happening
Speaker 1: to her. Sure she'd had fantasies about being tied up,
Speaker 1: gently spanked her boundaries, pushed who hadn't, But this was
Speaker 1: a whole different league. She was in way over her
Speaker 1: head and sinking far and fast. But her pussy had
Speaker 1: other ideas. Her traitor is cool with robbing With every
Speaker 1: word this man uttered, clutching more and more for his
Speaker 1: brutal treatment. How zac clit of yours throbbing? Is it yet?
Speaker 1: Presley without the elvis, Presley without the elvis? Screw this guy? Seriously.
Speaker 1: One side of her wanted to fight like how and
Speaker 1: neam in his proverbial balls until he was whimpering in agony.
Speaker 1: Yet the other side of her was just fuck. She
Speaker 1: didn't understand a bit of this. Yes, she managed softly,
Speaker 1: excuse me, I have the good fucking grace to use
Speaker 1: your name, yet you choose not to give me the
Speaker 1: same respect. I think I need to teach you some manners, Presley.
Speaker 1: Before she could respond to his making fun of her name,
Speaker 1: without warning, a broad hand was crashing against her clead,
Speaker 1: sending waves of pain rushing through her body, nerves, turning
Speaker 1: her legs to jelly. The hairs on her body raising
Speaker 1: to attention. That's for starters, Presley, and from now on
Speaker 1: it gets worse if you are in any way disobedient.
Speaker 1: Am I clear? Before she could argue or agree, her
Speaker 1: legs were being widened again, this time to the point
Speaker 1: of discomfort. He was leaving her open, exposed and vulnerable,
Speaker 1: and totally oblivious to what he was going to do next.
Speaker 1: She tried moving, yet he held her in place while
Speaker 1: his large palm drifted up the length of her thigh
Speaker 1: before he thrust two broad fingers deep inside, stretching her
Speaker 1: apart painfully as her pussy clutched with desperate need. Presley
Speaker 1: Albert screamed as her hips inadvertently lifted into each punishing plunge,
Speaker 1: and she tried controlling the sensations rocking through her body. Fuck,
Speaker 1: this man was nothing but brutal and motionless, rough and angry.
Speaker 1: Yet all she could think of was this overriding urge
Speaker 1: to come. This wasn't like her. Who was she becoming?
Speaker 1: Why was she enjoying this so much? Biting her lips
Speaker 1: to suppress the agonizing moans, His fingers thrust heart in
Speaker 1: and out of her dripping sex. His breath slowly moves
Speaker 1: down her body, obviously staring at her small breast, worried
Speaker 1: what he might do to were burning nipples. Her body
Speaker 1: shudders in pain and delight as he drags her finger
Speaker 1: roughly over her clid, causing her to spasm as if
Speaker 1: she'd been electrocuted, her hands desperately grasping at the handcuffs
Speaker 1: for a semblance of control. Fuck, but that will come
Speaker 1: only when and if I decide, he said, as his
Speaker 1: fingers massaged the rough, velvety spot inside her pussy gently, perfectly,
Speaker 1: but denying any control of the orgasm burning up her body.
Speaker 1: This man, this British stranger who she didn't even know
Speaker 1: his name, much less anything else about. At the upper
Speaker 1: hand over Presley, she was his to give taken news
Speaker 1: as he chose. You want the first sudden lady to
Speaker 1: try endeavor at my attention, just the first to actually succeed.
Speaker 1: Presley's legs tightened as a burning pleasure moved deep inside
Speaker 1: a pussy, pleasure swirling in intense waves, moving faster and
Speaker 1: faster as her whole body tense in anticipation of an orgasm.
Speaker 1: This man had the power to do something no other
Speaker 1: had to control her, to direct her to dominate her.
Speaker 1: A moan rose at the stranger's throat, or what seemed
Speaker 1: like an urgency started in each thrust of his fingers,
Speaker 1: her hips rising and falling, rising and falling, soft whimpers
Speaker 1: filling her, while each and every punishing move overpowered her
Speaker 1: with a need like she'd never her had in past times.
Speaker 1: Oh God, I'm going to come, she whispered, almost silently,
Speaker 1: and then it was all over. He was stopping, pulling
Speaker 1: his fingers from her pussy and leaving her dripping with need, frustration,
Speaker 1: and on the edge of bursting into tears. Not yet, Presley,
Speaker 1: you had your fun earlier. Now it's my turn. His
Speaker 1: fingers moved through the thins shoulder strap on her new lingerie,
Speaker 1: twisting it, pulling it tightly against her nipples. This is
Speaker 1: all very pretty, probably expensive as well. But you know
Speaker 1: what I think, he whispered menacingly. Now, sir, what do
Speaker 1: you think I think, Presley? Without the elvis? That lingerie
Speaker 1: is always best laying on the floor. As the lass
Speaker 1: word has left his lips, his hands were ripping downward
Speaker 1: and tearing the beautiful silk from her naked skin, disposing
Speaker 1: her to the full brutal intensity of his gaze, leaving
Speaker 1: her a shivering bundle of nerves in nothing now but
Speaker 1: stockings and a thong. The cold air bit at every
Speaker 1: inch of her skin, fueling the trembling already moving through
Speaker 1: every cell in her body. He's ruined my beautiful lungury.
Speaker 1: Why the fuck am I enjoying this so much? Why
Speaker 1: am I so turned on? When a single metal click
Speaker 1: sounded in her ears and she felt her hands being
Speaker 1: loosened from the bedpost, allowing blood to return, the quick
Speaker 1: move created a whole new tingling sensation moving through her breast.
Speaker 1: As the blood poured back through her veins, her nipples
Speaker 1: ate even more. On your knees. His gruff command had
Speaker 1: Pressley submissively falling to her knees, and the sound of
Speaker 1: his dropping zipper at her almost hyperventilating, the stranger pushed
Speaker 1: the hard dip of his cock against her lips. I
Speaker 1: saw it in your eyes earlier, Bresley, the look of
Speaker 1: a woman fantasizing about sucking my dick. So I'm going
Speaker 1: to give you what you wanted, something to take back
Speaker 1: to Texas to share with all your southern girlfriends. Take it,
Speaker 1: all of it, and I'm going to come hard and deep,
Speaker 1: and you are going to suck every drop. I'm still
Speaker 1: in my dress pants. I cannot and I will not
Speaker 1: walk out of here with them covered in come. And
Speaker 1: should you satisfy me, I'll give you something even better.
Speaker 1: I'll fuck your pussy so hard that you won't know
Speaker 1: what hit you. Grubbing her hair, he forced his cock
Speaker 1: between her lips, pushing deeper and deeper, stretching her mouth
Speaker 1: further further. Fuck, Can I do this? Do I really
Speaker 1: want this? Dear stream down her cheeks, the tip of
Speaker 1: his cock already pushing past a gag reflex and along
Speaker 1: the back of her throat, with no pause, no debate,
Speaker 1: his herd erection, pushing furiously and viciously into her mouth
Speaker 1: like nothing she'd ever experienced. She couldn't decide whether to
Speaker 1: cry and beg him to stop, or just do what
Speaker 1: she had planned to do. Fuck a british Man, Christ
Speaker 1: Jesus Presley with no elvis. The British Man uttered, his
Speaker 1: fingertips curling through the side of her hair. You're beautiful
Speaker 1: with my cock in your throat, trying desperately to move
Speaker 1: her tongue around his thrusting cock. His words had her
Speaker 1: clear taching and her body trembling again as he fucked
Speaker 1: her face with no semblance of gentleness, no compassion, no
Speaker 1: warmth or sensitivity or jaw, aching more and more with
Speaker 1: every thrust, while she arrived with discomfort and wished he'd
Speaker 1: simply come so she could breathe again. When the first
Speaker 1: traits had pre come dripped down her throat, she finally
Speaker 1: craved her taste him and reached for the base of
Speaker 1: his cock, holding it tightly between her palm to before
Speaker 1: he stopped. You're so fucking good, Presley. My cock feels
Speaker 1: amazing in your pretty mouth. But right now I think
Speaker 1: I need more than just so swollen lips to ease
Speaker 1: my throbbing cock. Presley's breath hitched as he picked her
Speaker 1: up by this stray handcuffed, and tossed her back onto
Speaker 1: the bed, pushing her legs apart, exposing her pussy that
Speaker 1: she could feel throbbing to be filled, the stranger pushing
Speaker 1: to maybe three fingers inside her, then pulling them out
Speaker 1: just as quickly, not throbbing enough yet. I borrowed this
Speaker 1: from one of my mates in the household cavalry. I
Speaker 1: think it might help. Oh fuck Presley cried as the
Speaker 1: stinging caress of a riding crop burned like wildfire over
Speaker 1: her thighs, the stinging sensation spreading up to her pussy
Speaker 1: and intensifying the sensations moving through to a core. Oh,
Speaker 1: I think we can do better than that. More thrashes
Speaker 1: in quick succession, no waiting, no respite, just biting pain
Speaker 1: followed by the heat of pleasure, setting her pussy on fire.
Speaker 1: The stranger pushed his fingers back into a trembling pussy,
Speaker 1: perfect flipping her over, grabbing her thighs before he leaned
Speaker 1: against her ear, the tip of its thick erection bobbing
Speaker 1: against the cheek of her ass. Now, I fuck you.
Speaker 1: Presley's body burned with desperation anticipation as his fingers clutched
Speaker 1: her tightly and pulled a throbbing pussy up to meet
Speaker 1: his hard cock. Oh fuck, she cried as the first
Speaker 1: waist of pleasure moved up her body as he hammered
Speaker 1: deep inside her, stretching her to accept his girth, while
Speaker 1: her pussy clutched hard at his cock, desperate to feel
Speaker 1: his warm release for her. He groaned against terrea, his
Speaker 1: body tensing and moving in a perfect, deep tempo, when
Speaker 1: her pussy willingly opened and stretched around him like she
Speaker 1: was with a caring lover instead of some complete, uncarrying stranger.
Speaker 1: Another growl erupted from his throat as his hand crashed
Speaker 1: down across her ass, sending a stinging sensation of pleasure
Speaker 1: cascading through a pussy and straight into a clet, forcing
Speaker 1: her to clutch even tighter on his thick cock. Fuck.
Speaker 1: He uttered, exploding inside her, his warm cum filling Presley's
Speaker 1: pussy as around orgasm erupted around his pulsing erection, gently
Speaker 1: thrusting in and out. His cock continued to come through
Speaker 1: a quivering pussy while his fingertips caressed down her spine,
Speaker 1: sending tremors up and down her body. He loosened the
Speaker 1: belt around Presley's eyes when she turned to look at
Speaker 1: this man who had just blown any misconception she had
Speaker 1: about prim and proper British men completely to the wayside.
Speaker 1: Keep looking forward, Presley, I have one last surprise. Presley
Speaker 1: slowly collapsed face verse onto the bed, his fingertips caressing
Speaker 1: along her arm, her body shuddering in beautiful orgasmic delight.
Speaker 1: His lips seemed so gentle, so sensitive. As they kissed
Speaker 1: along the naked flesh of her back. She couldn't help herself.
Speaker 1: She was so relaxed, so sated, the embrace of satisfaction
Speaker 1: and is surprisingly gentle caress seducing her into sleep. Now, Presley,
Speaker 1: you can't fall asleep, not here, not now. Suddenly she
Speaker 1: was awakened by the clicking of the door, trying to
Speaker 1: sit up, but finding herself handcuffed to the bed once again,
Speaker 1: she cursed at the closed door. Fuck, come back, release
Speaker 1: me and give me some fucking clothes, you insensitive British bastard.
Speaker 1: An empty response filled her full of dread. Where the
Speaker 1: fuck has eve been all this time? While tears filled
Speaker 1: Presley's eyes, a very drunken even was only a few
Speaker 1: hundred feet away her head on the bar. Five double
Speaker 1: vodkas and cherry seven up had taken their toll, while
Speaker 1: the bartender continued shaking her and trying to waken her.
Speaker 1: Miss I think it's time you got back to your hotel,
Speaker 1: the bartender uttered, not sympathetically. Oh, yes, you're right. Where's Presley?
Speaker 1: She asked wearily. Your friend is in the room upstairs.
Speaker 1: It was booked for the night her gentleman friend left
Speaker 1: an envelope for you. He passed her a sealed envelope.
Speaker 1: You've opened the envelope and a small key dropped onto
Speaker 1: the bar, Pulling a folded sheet of paper from the envelope.
Speaker 1: Eve squinted at the scrawled handwriting, trying to focus through
Speaker 1: the confusion of the dark in bar, sleep and Alcohol,
Speaker 1: Room five, bring clothes in the key. Well, I hope
Speaker 1: that's got all your hot spots buzzing. So until next time,
Speaker 1: and always with your playsure in mind. This is Devil
Speaker 1: and Wild wishing you salacious dreams. As you have enjoyed
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