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