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By *ed wine OP Man
over a year ago
Where the streets have no name |
Act IV.
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My Lord turns my body down. I feel His masculinity pressing softly in my lubricated vagina. It doesn´t get into entirely, just makes slight movements between the lips and the clitoris. I’m desperate to feel him inside...
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“Please, my Lord, get inside....stronger”
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“Shhh....be patient, my Lady”
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Soft caresses roam my sweated spine, my buttocks, my ass, my thighs, my legs, my toes... This restrained pleasure is killing me softly and I need it harder.
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“Please, my Lord, do it harde....”
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Tchsss
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A violent spank whips my buttocks and suddenly, his member forces abruptly inside me. And then, my Lord begins a series of strong, rhythmic, rough movements. The orgasm is inevitable...
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“My Lord, S-h-h-ee is againnnnnnnnnnn......aaarrrghhhh.....mmmmmm”
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A crazy succession of postures, hard fucking, spanks, come again and again. He turns me up, down, force between my legs...I see His cock getting in and out from me, hard, soaked, shinning. He has become a mad, frenetic, desperate lover. Firm, a little rough, controlling me but respectful at the same time.
And I fall in His sexual storm. I lose my identity. It’s not me anymore. It’s the Lady, that bitch howling of pleasure, her mouth open in an obscene expression, asking for more and more...
My Lord kisses me, eats my tits, my nipples... Our bodies melt in a unique body, our souls are just one, I belong to Him and He belongs to me. A moment that will last an eternity...
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“Now my Lady, it´s moment to serve totally to Your Lord. On your knees”.
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He stands in front of me. His cock wet, red, burning, soaked with my fluids...
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“Now, my Lady will implore to receive His Lord’s seed”, says Him.
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“Yes, my Lord. This Lady wants to receive your seed”.
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I suck him, with energetic movements of my head and hands. I feel Him inside my mouth, ready to burst.
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“Please, my Lord, give me your seed, cum all over your Lady’s face, please, She wants it...”
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...And finally it comes. The first spunk goes directly into my open mouth. Then, others splash over my cheeks, lips and chin, sliding down throw my neck and breast. I relish his savour, smell, the wet, soft and warm touch over my skin.
I’m satisfied and proud. I’ve given to my Lord what He expected from me. I’ve serviced Him the way He deserves.
And now, EVERYTHING makes sense. She, the Lady, on her knees, looking down, the mouth open, agitated, soaked by her Lord's semen. Dominated, submissive. This is her place. It couldn't be another way. She doesn't want another way...
My Lord bends down over me. His body is sweating, his breathing agitated. Gently, kisses my lips and face, sharing his essence from me.
Then, He hugs me in a tender cuddle, our bodies embraced on the bed, our breathing agitated, our skin wet and hot, our souls melted in just one spirit. I don´t care how much this moment will last, we are one right now. None of us says anything, nothing interferes the moment. Just Lord and Lady. We just live this instant like it was an eternity.
And so, the Lady fails asleep on His Lord’s arms...
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Epilogue
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I wake up. There is something strange in the room. The Lord is not here. There are no toys on the bed. No heat, no sexual smell in the ambience. I look into the mirror. No makeup nor semen on my face. No sexy lingerie; I’m wearing my usual pyjama.... the Lady is gone as well. It’s early in the morning and I’m still confused. Was it real or just a dream?
I search messages in my Fab’s inbox. Some friends and lots of eager fuckers, sending me absurd pictures of pricks. But none of Him. Was even the Lord real...?
Maybe it´s better this way. I hate that Lady taking control of my rational mind.
But I know I'll miss them both.
And suddenly....
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The End
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(To the Muses who inspired me, to my Ladies)
Adrian, 2016 |
