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Cassie has a normal life, a boring, mundane existence, but
every now and then it gets too much and she
needs to escape to become the woman she knows burns inside.
But has she gone too far this time? Is the
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a moment and then release it with a sigh, letting
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you listen to my voice and fill the story moving
through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. Dark clouds
crowded the sky outside the airport as the rain drops
drummed on the roofs of the cars along the pickup area.
Another stiletto of lightning stabbed through the air, and a dutiful,
deep roll of thunder followed it, causing the car windows
to vibrate with its deep resonation. Cassie hated storms. Every
time the lightning impaled the sky and thunder erupted through
the clouds, she winced with fear, clutching the crucifix around
her neck. It was silly. She was a grown woman
who had been raised in all the glory Mother Nature
had to offer, So why on earth was she frightened
of storms? They were perfectly natural. She winced again as
the dark sky became illuminated with the glow of lightning,
raising her hand to Hailey cab Another stab of lightning
forced her to cower losing the cab to some businessman. Well,
it wasn't some businessman. He had been on her flight
as well, taken her seat. So much for chivalry. For
some reason, the steward had just accepted what he said
without discussion, and Cassie was not in the mood to argue. Oh,
the steward had been very apologetic about it, after even
offering her additional alcoholic refreshers for the journey. But that man,
those cold dark eyes of his, that stare that had
no emotion got it made her shiver now just remembering them.
She cursed him a thousand times as a stolen cab
disappeared through the veil of rain. Furious and determined, she
turned back to the road and held another one, breathing
a sigh of relief as it poured up to the curbside.
Not willing to lose this one, Cassie grabbed the door handle,
thrust the door open, and threw herself and her bags
on to the rear seat, ending up in a crumpled,
wet mess in the back of the cab. Marriott Hotel
on East Street. Please, she said, grateful to be out
of the rain, the rain that still hammered on the
roof as a driver carved his way through the storm.
Cassie closed her eyes, shutting out the vice and symphony
of car horns in thunder that filled the air. Maybe
she nodded off for a minute, maybe an hour, She
didn't know. What she did know is that she was
woken by a blast of cold air as the cab
driver held open the door, his hand reaching inside to
help her out. Murrit Hotel, madam, he said, with his
broken English, a broad smile adorning his face. In paying
the cab driver and following a porter with her luggage
into the foyer, she stood impatiently in front of the
reception desk, suddenly desperate for a hot shower and lay down.
It seemed to take forever to actually buck in, and
when she was the young man behind the desk looked
at her, smiling before handing her an envelop and parcel, saying,
who's arrived for you earlier. Cassie looked at the envelope
and package for the longest moment. She was always surprised
by the efficiency of the people that ran these events,
But then the contents of this envelope was what these
next few hours were all about, so of course they would.
Taking the envelope and parcel, She thanked the receptionist and
headed to a room, leaving the storm, the noise of
the hotel, the ill maned businessman behind her as the
door closed, Finally slipping out of her heels, Cassie wasted
no time getting undressed and luxuriating in a shower. There
was something about showers after a flight. They always felt
so good, probably all the added stress, and now she
just felt relaxed, eventually tearing her herself away from the shower,
drying and discovering the bed. It was a shame she
would not be in the hotel overnight. The bed did
feel incredibly comfortable. Cassie eased her fingers around her neck
and released the clasp of her mother's crucifix, which always
adorned her neck, well, not always when she was playing
the game. It felt a little disrespectful to her mother's
memory to be wearing it. Kissing the crucifix and saying
a silent prayer for her mum. She placed it on
the nightstand as she lifted the envelope, turning the embossed
envelope around and around in her fingers as if it
would do something special. Of course, it was just an envelope.
It wasn't going to do anything, but it did contain
something that might improve Cassie's life, if only for a
couple of She was procrastinating, as she knew it. He
was exciting, exhilarating, and nerve wracking all at once. Slipping
her newly polished nails through the envelope's sill, she paused
for a moment before removing the card. Inside. The card
itself had a wonderfully luxurious film, as if it were
made of velvet, the edges scalloped and adorned with gold leaf. Truly,
it was wonderful just to hold. Turning the card over,
the calligraphy was beautifully done. It sparkled as if the
ink could only just ride, whispering the words as she
read them, nine forty five Rever and Green the billiard
room with the rope, Smiling as she toyed the edge
of the the card over her lips, wondering about Reverend
Green for a moment, her smile stretched a little further.
Picking up the parcel, she fumbled it for a moment,
trying to guess the contents. Of course, there was no
use it was an outfit, which one she couldn't know
until she opened the package. Eventually, curiosity got the better
of her, and Cassie pressed her nail over the wrapping paper,
forcing the parcel open. An eruption of luxurious purple exploded
from the gap. Missus Peacock, she whispered, in two minds
whether to be insulted or not. She wasn't that old
and certainly could keep up with the best of them.
Opening the package fully, the outfit was beautiful and extremely luxurious.
Cassie had never even considered purple Lingerie's her, but there
was something most definitely seductive about the sheer purple teddy
that she pulled from the package. So the die had
been cast to night she would be the mature, strong,
flamboyant woman that was Missus Peacock, and her mystery partner
would be the innocent and slightly kinky Reverend Green. It
was also virginal. By all accounts. It was going to
be an interesting few hours, to say the least. It
was still strange to think that the organizers managed to
match so many people's fantasies so well. Well were they
all so predictable? You selected your fantasy and they would
find you another player who had a similar fantasy and
put you together for a few hours. Of course, it
was very different now to when they first started. Gussie
had been there in the first days of the game
when it was still online, just for some college friends.
Everyone knew each other. It had been after a particularly
heavy party they had decided to use the characters from
Cludo in the game. It seemed to make it a
little kinkier. Now it had just expanded exponentially. Friends of
friends became invited. She even suspected complete strangers from the
internet were involved. They were definitely using different hotels for
the games, so the numbers must be quite large now.
At least the costumes had improved. Gussie thought she could
remember when they had to make their own. She giggled
to herself as her fingers trailed through the purple material
and satin and velvet. Definitely, the very caress of this
outfit seemed to echo strength and seduction. Of course, it
was a high quality lingerie. Missus Peacock never wore anything
but the best. She suspected the club had spent more
on her outfits than anyone else's. It was just getting
past the whole mature milf thing once you ever came that.
It was a fantastic role to play, and Cassie suspected
she did do it rather well. Well, none of her
game partners had ever complained. She just wasn't sure how
she felt about being the mature s abductress of the group.
She still felt sexy, she still had her inner passions,
so why not. Taking the long velvet dress out the bag,
she hung it on her closet door, her fingers gently
teasing over the soft material. Closing her eyes, she immersed
herself in the sensual caress of the satin lined velvet,
The slit up to her thigh so evocatively high, no
doubt to give the hint of the pleasures that lay
beyond taking the underwear out. That teddy was more than
just a sheer piece of underwear. It was a work
of art, decorated with floral patterns of black lace upon
a sheer veil of salacious purple silk. It was soft
to touch, it peppered goose bumps up her arms. Of course,
the teddy had garter straps to fasten. The included black
steamed silk stockings with and the patent black stilettos that
promised so much in such a decadent way, and right
there at the bottom a coil of rope lay ominously silent.
It was just a rope. It's what you did with
it that made all the difference. Cassie knew it was
probably strange, but in her normal life she was very
reserved and shy. She knew when she adorned this outfit,
this uniform, she would change. She would become the Missus
Peacock of her fantasy. And whoever joined her in that
fantasy today would surely enjoy the moment. But that was
the point, wasn't it. For a few hours they could
be their fantasy. They could immerse themselves in their own desires,
knowing that later they could returned to their normal lives
a lot more satisfied. Cassie liked to take her time
getting dressed. For her it was part of the game,
part of the pleasure. And finally, looking at herself in
the mirror, she looked good enough to fuck, let alone
anyone else fucking her, she decided, Slipping her feet into
the shoes. They were, as ever, a little too large,
but wearable. Thankfully, she only had to move between rooms
within the hotel. Reaching into her own suitcase, she retrieved
her one personal addition, an auburn wig. It completed her transformation.
Looking into the mirror, Cassie whispered, Melissa Peacock, such a
pleasure to meet you again. Turning, Melissa Peacock, rope in hand,
left her hotel room to find the billiard room. The
journey down was almost as much fun as the night
itself promised to be. Men stopped to look at her,
normally accompanied by protestations from their partners. The poor bellboy
in the elevator blushed furiously and tried to hide his
erection when Melissa had parted her legs enough to give
a flash of her stocking tops through the slit in
her skirt. By the time she found what might pass
for a billiard room, well, it was a poll table
in one of the private rooms off the bar. Her
pussy was positively dripping with desire. The room was dimly lit,
with just one light over the pool table and occasional
warlights decorating the wood panels, and for all she could
tell she was alone. The room was eerily silent. It
had been a long time since she had played pool,
but she could roughly remember what she was meant to do,
and she couldn't just sit here waiting for Reverend Green
to appear. Placing the coil of rope on her table,
she racked the balls before, selecting a queue that looked
at least straight, and fired the cueball straight into the pack,
spreading the colored balls to the far sides of the table.
Stalking around the table to find her next shot, she
suddenly became aware of nervous breathing in the shadows Ah
the breath of the virgin and just before his first experience,
she thought. Leaning over the table to ensure the owner
of the breath had a good view along the length
of her skirt, she took her next shot. A whimper
exploded from somewhere deep in the shadows. Melissa grinned against
her porcue, Turning, she leaned on the side of the table,
sliding the porcue slowly between her legs, forcing her skirt
up to expose her stocking tops once again. Reverend Green,
I presume, she said, playfully, yes, the voice from the
shadows replied, and dripping with virginal innocence. Why don't be
shy man, let me see you, She commanded. The man
that tore himself from the shadows may have been innocent,
but by his look she doubted he was a virgin.
If he was, his parents must have kept him locked
away for all his youth. He was at least six
feet tall. He had a broad, muscular chest that was
emphasized pleasantly by the tight material of his shirt. His
biceps pressed on the material of his jacket. They rippled
sensually beneath the material. His green eyes burned with desire
as they danced over Melissa's body, his tongue furiously licking
his lips. Obviously he'd at least thought what it might
be like to taste a woman. Pull a seat toop.
Melissa growled and grining as she watched him nervously move
a chair in front of her and sitting down, placing
a hel either side of his legs on the chair.
Ensuring he had a good few of the pleasure, she promises,
she let her skirtful to either side of her legs,
exposing her lungery to full effect, Pressing the end of
the cube between his thighs. She whispered, so your first time, Yeah,
I dropped out of clergy training last month, he said, nervously.
And why did you drop out? She asked, I self
pleasure myself too much, he said, blushing, his head dropping
from embarrassment. He was either a very good actor. All
this was actually true, Melissa mused, maybe she really had
found an ultimate fantasy to pervert an innocent man of
the cloth. Her pussy throbbed in appreciation. Tell me, Reverend Greene,
have you a tasted a woman? Millers asked, studying him
intently while she pulled the por cue hard against a
wet pussy, pressing it against the sudden silk of her
teddy No, missus peakle, he said, his blush burning in
his cheeks. Moving the porcue across his shoulders, she said,
lick this, see if you like it. The Reverend green
enthusiastically ran his tongue along the porcue, tasting Melissa's glistening
pleasure from the wood, pushing the heel of her shoe
against his shoulder, pressing him back into the seat. She
studied him for a moment. His swollen erection was painfully
obvious beneath his pants. His eyes drooped with erotic need.
This man could just come with a whisper of a
command from her. So what did you imagine when you
pleasured yourself, Reverend Green, Melissa hissed, I imagined having a
woman dominate me, making me lick her pussy, and then
commanding me to stroke myself until I came over her breasts.
He replied, nervously. Is that so? Melissa whispered coilly, placing
a heeled foot on either shoulder. Dropping the cue, she
pushed the remaining bulls on the table to either side,
before laying back on the soft velvet, lifting her dress
and pulling his head forward and between her thighs with
her feet. And you'd better taste me, Reverend Green, delight
on the neck to dripping from my pussy, she said,
as his breath caressed her panties, inhaling her feminine scent,
as if intoxicated by her fragrance, his tongue licked voraciously
at her teddy, pressing along the wet silk like a
man possessed. Vicious strokes of his tongue moved up and
down her lips, Each stroke fuelled with needy passion, the
desperation of a man who had never experienced the delights before,
But it indulged in so many fantasies. What he lacked
in finesse or experience, he made up for with raw
passionate need. The heat of his breath, fueled by his
own frustration and lust, burned along her pussy, his carnal
moans thrusting between her folds and desperate for him to
discover her clit. Melissa reached down and pushed the drenched
silk to one side her fingertip, exposing her pink nub.
She moaned, suck it, wrapping her fingers tightly around his
head and pulling him in against her swollen mound. She
writhed against his stubbled chin. His lips responded with beautiful compliance.
Sucking hungrily on her clip, sparking some infant memory. He
sucked long and hard, as if it were life, giving
his tongue, whipping her clip with the abandon of teenage passion,
punishing her sex with wicked pulses of pleasure, writhing her
mound against his face, the stubble on his chin igniting
the inferno of pleasure moving through her body. Melissa grasped
at the sides of the pool table, trying to maintain control.
Her back arched under the torment of pleasure. Unable to
hold it back any longer, her body resonated with the
avalanche orgasm, trembling from head to toe. As that wave
of pleasure cascaded down her body relentlessly, the reverend licked
at her a pussy, tasting every drop of pleasure dripping
from her trembling lips, apparently oblivious to the cries for
him to stop. Eventually, Melissa pushed back against his shoulders, heavily,
forcing him back into the seat. Sliding from the table,
she walked slowly around him and grabbing the rope, she whispered,
looks like I might need to put a leash on
this puppy. Wrapping the rope quickly around his wrists, she
secured him to the chair before moving back in front
of him again, caressing her finger nail over his jawel line.
She lifted his head, his eyes pleading with her for mercy,
for cardinal satisfaction. So shall we see what is hidden
beneath that starch shirt of yours? Maybe find you a
sin worth repenting, she said, as her fingernail and dragged
a painfully slow line over the muscular definition of his chest,
reaching the buckle of his pants. Her finger nail moved
along the tented zipper, forcing his hips to rise with
desperate need. How long have you been in chastity, she
asked innocently. Eight years, he replied, blushing. Eight years since
she fell to pussy Gripping that wonderfully hard cock of yours,
she said, squeezing his erection through his pants firmly. No. No,
eight years since I took the vow of chastity for
the church I was sixteen. I've never been with a woman,
his face burning and angry red. Well, that does mat
to night rather more special, she whispered, as her lips
caressed his ear, the warmth of her breath on his neck,
forcing goosebumps to rupt over his body, his erection to
throb against her touch. I wonder what your big hard
cock will feel like after eight years in prison, she whispered,
her lips brushing along his neck, and slid his zipper down,
his erection exploding firmly into the air. Looking down, Melissa
looked back up and held his gaze squarely as she whispered,
Oh my, all those years in captivity, it makes you very,
very swollen. You must be just full of come, she said, grinning,
at him like a chestia cat. Then zipping her dress,
she let it fall to the ground, safe in the longee.
The rules of the game meant they wouldn't be disturbed.
Straddling across him, the tip of his cock pulsed gently
against the silk of her teddy. Well you do feel
so very good, Reverend Green. I can't wait to have
your big fat cock inside me, she whispered, the words,
creating tremors through his erection. Sliding her teddy to one side,
she slid her folds along his tip, moaning gently in
his ear. That feel good for you, Reverend, as good
as it does for me. Yeah, yeah, yes, Please, he replied.
Please what? Melissa asked, coyly, holding her dripping lips just
over the tip of his cock. Please let me be
inside you, he begged, his body tense with frustration. What
you don't want to come over my breast? Do you
want to feel your big hard cock come inside this hot,
wet pussy that is desperate for you? Instead? She replied, playfully,
reaching down and grasping his shaft, rubbing his cockhead between
her lips and over her clip. Please incite you, he begged, Grinning,
Melissa held his shaft as she slid slowly down his length.
The sensation of his cock throbbing along her pussy has
her core grasped at it wildly, rekindling her earlier orgasm. Slowly,
she slid up and down his erection, enjoying the growing
way of pleasure that assaulted her body, pacing herself, not
wanting him to come until she was ready, until she
was satisfied. Salacious words stripped from her lips with every movement,
everyone describing in detail the feeling his cock created inside
her body, each and everyone exhilarating both of their passions,
both of their pleasures. Feeling her orgasm reached the point
where it would not be denied any longer. She impaled
herself hard along his length, forcing his cock to explode
inside her, their warm comes sliding from her lips as
she thrust up and down, until while he was spent,
her body vibrating brutally with her climax. Leaning back, enjoying
the pulsating sensation of his cock inside her pussy, she
watched his young, innocent eyes for the longest moment before
reaching down between them and caressing a trail of cum
onto her fingertip. And she drew a line across her breas.
Lick it off me, she commanded. Hungrily. He licked their
mutual come from her breath, sucking the juices of their
orgasms and biting the soft flesh of her breath. His
lips brushed over her rec nipples. Thrusting her fingers through
his hair, Melissa pulled his head back, her lips embracing
him heavy as their tongues explored each other's mouths, tasting
their shared pleasure. Holding his gaze, Melissa whispered, well, I
hope that was worth all those years in captivity. The
Reverend cream just scrimmed. Standing, she released his ropes before
putting her dress back on. Leaning down, she kissed him
on his forehead and whispered, happy Release day, before she
turned and made her way back to her room. There
was always an element of sadness when the game came
to an end, she mused, as she replaced the dress
in its carrier, undressing fully. The underwear returned to the
packaging it had been in previously. Gussie wondered to herself
why she never bought herself nice lingerie, Probably because normal
Cassie was unsexy and didn't deserve it. She thought these
game nights were an escape from normality, where she could
be the woman she knew she truly was inside, showering
and dressing, back into her normal day close again, she
collected her crucifix and touched it around her neck, sighing
as the hotel door swung closed and finally clicked into place,
announcing her return to normality. She passed couples in the
corridor unnoticed. Even the bell boy didn't give her a
second look, and Cassie was obviously a lot less interesting
than Melissa. She eventually found herself at the reception desk
once again, reluctantly handing over her key card, Saying good
bye to Melissa was always so difficult. Could you call
me a cab please for the airport, she asked. She
could stay around for the night, but he would only
make it worse. She decided best to get home back
to normal life. The receptionist smiled and nodded at her
as she took her case and sat in the bar
area waiting to be called, enjoying a last vodka and
dry before returning home. Looking across the seats at the
far end of the bar, a pair of familiar cold
eyes bored into hers, his sharp, well tailored suit all
too familiar now it made Cassie positively sick to look
at him. Who the hell was he? Rising from her seat,
she decided now was the time to find out. Draining
the last of the drink from her glass, she turned
all toward him, just as the hotel usher appeared next
to her and said, missus peacock, your cab is here.
Turning to thank the attendant, she turned to face her nemesis.
He was gone yet again, vanishing into the crowd of people. Irritated,
Cassie followed the usher across the hotel floor and into
the taxi, leaving her fantasy and the strange business man
hopefully far behind her. So next week the next part
in our little cereal. So who is the strange man
with the dead eyes and what does he want with Cassie?
Well you're just going to have to tune in next
week to find out. So until next week when we
can get wild and mad all over a again, Ah,
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