by Lexi Hots
Taleela couldn’t believe her eyes. Ganon’s erection stood up like a tethering pole before her, throbbing with life and vitality. Her hands fell short of encircling the entire girth and she wondered if she could even get any of it inside her salivating mouth. But she was too horny to be afraid and let the madness that only lust can bring take over her mind. Grasping the rock hard organ at the base and just under the pre-cum spewing head, she drew it close to her quivering lips. Her nostrils flared at the manly scent of arousal, making her head spin. It had been far too long since she had enjoyed a man.
His groan of pleasure encouraged her, giving her the courage to open her mouth and take the bulbous, coconut sized head in. Her jaws unclenched, stretched more than she had ever before. The velvet smooth cockhead felt good inside her mouth, hot and throbbing, as she tasted the appetizer of his arousal. She could barely get all of the head in, tears streamed down her face and she found new respect for the dusky women who seemed to go down on him with such amazing ease the night before.
“Most women find me a bit hard to swallow.” Ganon acknowledge her obvious discomfort. “…but no matter, those that do have other orifices to satiate my lust with.”
“I do not surrender easily, my champion.” Taleela retorted as she came up gasping for air. “Though this night I will relent and let my lower half do you the honors.”
“Every part of you is as desirable, my lovely.” The huge man dragged her over him. “Let me prepare your tunnel of love for my raging weapon.”
Taleela stiffened as the muscular gladiator effortlessly lifted her up and placed her over his smooth granite hard chest. Her shapely legs slung over his immense shoulders and her dripping pussy spread out before his leering face, she knew she was in for the night of her life. Her gasps and moans echoed around them with every stroke of his searching tongue. He teased her sensitive little clitoris, swirling the tip of his tongue all around it before taking it in his lips and sucking on it like a hungry calf. She grabbed at his thick blond hair, her nails digging into his scalp as her whole body shook on his hands holding her up.
“Oh, Ganon…” Taleela whimpered, her arousal having taken complete control of her.
The monster of a man lapped away at her as she surrendered to her first orgasm of the night, spraying her ecstatic release over his bemused and grinning face. Her back arched and she threw her head backward, delicately held up by his powerful arms. She slammed her thighs in, trapping his head between them as waves of body shaking pleasure rippled though her. Her gasping whimpers encouraged him to keep going until she lost all sensation on her tortured pussy.
“You are now prepared to take my spear deep within you, woman.” Ganon smacked his lips, letting her sexy body slide languidly down his chiseled torso.
His massive erection stopped her descent as her buttocks slammed against it. She had no power in her exhausted limbs to rise up and accommodate him. With a laugh, the huge man lifted her up as one would a piece of bread at the table, and positioned her over his rock hard cock. She screamed as he tore into her, stretching her wider than she had ever been before.
“Oh, Gan… Ganon.” Taleela wept with delight. “I… I have never… oh, the pain… it is so good.”
“Ah, if you love the pain…” He grinned, enjoying the look of tortured gratification on her beautiful face. “…the pleasure that follows will surely take you to the heavens.”
“Oh, Ganon… take me to the heavens.” The Domina cried like a whipped slave, grasping his shoulders as he lowered her even further down his sixteen inch erection.
His iron hard fingers dug into her smooth, tender flesh as he lowered her all the way. Taleela had never felt so much fullness inside her. Her tight pussy clamped down on him, sucking and siphoning the rock hard organ like a succubus.
“Oh, fuck!” Ganon grunted aloud, bouncing her up and down over his surging arousal. “You’re the best one I’ve had so far, slave… I would pay Denarius a lifetime’s worth of earnings to make you mine.”
“Oh, I am… aahh… honored to know that…” She gasped; every fiber in her body on fire. “Yet the master… uuhh… will not agree… mmh… not for all the gold in… rrhh… Rome.”
“Oh, I concur…” He grunted harder, bucking his hips up furiously. “I must then have you at least twice each week.”
“That… ohhh… can be arranged, my… uuhh… love.” Taleela’s green eyes rolled in her head in sheer ecstasy. “Ohhh, I’m going to… uuhh…”
“Yes, yes… release yourself again… all over me.” Ganon growled and rose up with her still impaled on his cock.
He dropped her down on her back and fell over her, propping himself up on his massive forearms and continued to grind away at her. Taleela threw her legs around his thick waist and clawed at his chest and neck, her orgasm, the second of the night, hit her harder than the one before, making her cry out into his descending mouth as he kissed her savagely.
“Oh, Ganon… deeper… I want you in deeper.” She shook with the intensity of the pleasure wracking through her enflamed body.
“Your wish is my command.” He grunted, rising up and spinning her around with his cock still inside her. “This night I become the slave to such exquisite beauty.”
“Oh, Ganon… fuck me, lover.” Taleela whimpered, down on her hands and knees on the bed like a bitch in heat as the huge Northman slammed into her from behind, his huge hands quashing her breasts with passion.
“A night neither of us will ever forget.” Ganon grunted, pushing his near foot-and-half appendage deeper into her than he had ever gone.
“Until the next one.” She moaned, pushing her hips back to match his brutal thrusts.
“Your passion takes me to the brink, Milaca.” Ganon’s deep voice quavered. “I… I must release soon.”
“Release, my lover.” She urged him with lust drenched intent. “Release your virile seed deep within me… I want it all.”
“Oh, Mh-Milaca.” The heavily built man whimpered like a beaten child as his body caved in, his orgasm exploding deep inside a woman of noble birth.
“Aahh… ohhh.” Taleela’s moans chorused with his. “Yes, oh, it feels so good… your hot seed splashing deep in me.”
“Yes, yes… I... I… uuhh…” The huge warrior collapsed over her and passed out.
Taleela sighed in satisfaction as she lay under his bulk, her breath squashed out of her, but her body alive and burning with desire. She lay there for a while with his receding member still embedded in her, milking the last few drops of his immense release.
“Yes, my handsome gladiator.” She whispered, caressing his long blonde hair. “We will have many more of such meetings… until I am satisfied with everything I want.”
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“I have everything I want.” Altus Denarius stated happily, holding aloft his goblet of wine. “And the gods have finally blessed me with the one thing that so far eluded the House of Denarius.”
“Yes, at long last we have been blessed with an heir.” Taleela joined her husband as he addressed the assembled guests. “Our efforts over the years now finally bear fruit.”
“It is fortunate news indeed.” Lucius Flavio, Prefect of Rome, applauded heartily. “A banquet of Caesarean proportion is in order.”
“And such a feast has been arranged, Prefect.” Taleela took the large man’s arm. “But after the games we shall witness in the arena.”
“Oh, I hope to be entertained.” The stately man beamed.
“Indeed you shall, my friend.” Denarius stepped up beside his wife. “My champion gladiator, Ganon of legend, will again take center stage.”
“And we also have exotic animals fighting some insolent slaves and rebels.” Taleela added with a smile. “Some from such barbaric lands as Gaul.”
“Ah, this will be a day to long remember then.” Flavio looked around the immense arena with an impressed expression.
“Indeed it will.” Denarius agreed, taking his wife aside. “You’ve done me pro
ud this day, woman… the House of Denarius remains barren no longer. I will not ask who the father is, but I pray the child brings much glory to the family name.”
“Oh, he will, my Dominus.” Taleela smiled, caressing her taut belly. “Be it with sword or stylus, he will.”
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 51
Morris Kilburn poured himself another shot of whiskey. His hand shook as he lifted the small glass to his lips and downed the contents in one quick move. Grey eyes watering a little, the thirty nine year old man sniffed and grasping the bottle firmly, he returned his attention to the other man in the room, his friend, sitting across the table with a look of concern on his face.
Never in their twenty year long friendship had Gaspar Dixon, MD, seen the mining magnate look so despondent. Yes, they had shared many a drink together and regaled each other with their tall-tales, and emptied even more casks and bottles helping each other with their woes. This time, however, the resolute miner had come to him with a dilemma that was actually quite serious in nature.
“Easy on the liquor, Morris.” Dixon smiled, licking his lips. “What you’re asking for is not strange, however irregular, for a man of my learned status.”
“Then you will do it, Gaspar?” His friend exhaled heavily. “You’re the only one I can trust with this, and you’re a man of medicine among other such arts.”
“For you, old friend, I can move mountains.” The doctor laughed softly. “Tell me more… of this predicament. What do you wish to have done, and how would you prefer I do it?”
“Yes, yes… that’s why I’ve been bolstering my courage with this marvelous liquid.” Kilburn smiled sheepishly, holding up the bottle of whiskey.
Dixon leaned forward, a sense of boyish excitement making his heart beat faster. All Kilburn had told him so far was that he wanted his help with a conjugal problem, being newly married. He knew the problem was with the young woman for he and his best friend had several adventurous moments with the fairer sex over the years and neither came out none the worse for wear. He had seen the young mail ordered bride in question and she was a creature most divine. Anything to do with her, Gaspar Dixon, MD, didn’t need to be asked, and he was more than eager to know the extent of Kilburn’s requirement of him in the matter.
“You know my bride is young, very young…” Kilburn stared into his drink.
“Yes, I believe she is about nineteen.” Dixon nodded, smiling.
“Yes, that makes her nearly half my age…” The other took a long sip. “And I do not wish to cause her any alarm.”
“In what manner?” The doctor eyed his friend cautiously.
“It has been a week and I am yet to consummate this union.” The miner almost cursed.
“Yes, you did mention that before…” Dixon shook his grey haired head. “And why not?”
“She… is a virgin; of course… she couldn’t be any thing less…” Kilburn smiled tightly. “And I have discovered, to my utter dismay, that she is unaware of the requirements of a married life and rather petrified of physical interactions… with a man.”
“Newly wed jitters.” Dixon rubbed his temples. “But a week is much too long,”
“Precisely.” The balding miner sat upright. “Every time I propose sex, she becomes stiff with fear and I cannot do anything further… I have never taken a woman against her will and am not going to start with one lawfully wed to me.”
“An unusual condition, though not never heard of.” The doctor scratched his chin. “And you wish me to alleviate her fears with a drug or narcotic to make her compliant, do you?”
“No, Gaspar…” Kilburn shook his head slowly and poured himself another glassful. “I want her full conscious consent. You being a man of learning, I would expect you can educate her better than an unlearned miner like me can in… the ways of life and procreation. I only wedded a young woman like her to bear me sons, to have heirs to my legacy.”
“I understand, Morris.” His friend said encouragingly. “Fear not, I shall dedicate all my time to this… for you are my best friend.”
“That is why I am here, Gaspar.” Kilburn’s voice reflected his relief. “You are my only hope.”
“How shall we undertake this?” Dixon asked, leaning back on the chair. “Should I take up lodgings in your house for the duration…”
“No, that would impede your own business, old friend.” Kilburn smiled a little. “I will arrange for young Nicolette to stay with you for the week. Enough time to work your magic, I would hope.”
“And what of you?” The doctor poured himself a drink.
“I have to be away on a matter of business… to Allentown. The mines I own there are promising to yield more than I expected. A better part of the week I shall be needed there, come the morrow.”
“Oh, then I must prepare my guestroom for your blushing bride.” Dixon grinned, sipping his drink.
“And her maid, Greta.” Kilburn added as an afterthought.
“That could serve as an impediment to what I have in mind.” The doctor raised his eyebrows.
“How?” The miner looked confused.
“A young woman in her condition is best suited to think and learn by herself. Were she to have another of her gender close by to confide in, no matter the station, there is little hope of her being cured of the fears that plague her.”
“But surely another woman can bring her the…” Kilburn stared at his friend in wonder.
“Not in this matter, old friend.” Dixon laughed softly. “Your young bride must endure my care by herself and come to terms with her inadequacies on her own… under my exclusive guidance. She needs to come at ease in the company of a man… another woman’s presence will deter or prolong the outcome as desired.”
“Yes, I do see the logic there now.” Kilburn smoothed down his dark, grey streaked moustache.
“Have no fear, Morris. I will take care of everything for you.” Dixon smiled and patted his friend’s broad shoulder.
“I spare no expense, old friend, this has to be done.” Kilburn nodded and emptied his drink.
“You can rely on me, Morris.”
“I always have, Gaspar.”
***
Gasper Dixon smiled as he recollected the conversation he had with his friend, the mining magnate Morris Kilburn only twenty four hours ago. The horse drawn carriage approaching his door down the cobbled streets was brining to him the lovely prize that had unexpectedly fallen on his lap. He stood tall, dressed in his Sunday best by the door, ready to greet the young Mrs. Nicolette Kilburn as the carriage came to halt.
He sucked in his breath at the sight of her. A young woman in the prime of her youth, radiating beauty and health, her exquisite gown of pale cherry delineated every mouth-watering curve. Dixon couldn’t help but envision her without the hindrance of her clothing as he reveled at the familiar sense of pleasure stirring down below.
“Allow me, my dear.” Dixon held up a gloved hand, smiling at the lovely young woman peering out of the opened door. “And welcome to my humble home.”
“Oh, you must be Doctor Gaspar Dixon.” She replied, her voice trembled a little as she took his hand. “My husband has asked me to… uh, to have you help me…”
“Yes, indeed, my dear.” Dixon contained his excitement with some effort. “But we can talk of such details inside. Come in, my servants will take your belongings to your room.”
“Oh, uh… thank you, Doctor.” She blushed and stepped out of the carriage.
“My pleasure.” He smiled and ushered her into his home that also served as his office. “And please, no need to be formal. Call me Gaspar.”
“Oh, uh… but surely… your title…”
“Ah, titles and stations are meant for formalities and for business.” Dixon laughed, slipping a hand across the small of her back and noting the stiffness coming over her. “No such need amongst friends, and Morris and I have been friends since befor
e you were born.”
“I s-s-see…” She stammered, clearly unaccustomed to a man’s touch. “I must… I mean… I need some time…”
“But of course.” He smiled, removing his hand. “We have all the time we need. A week should suffice quite adequately, don’t you think?”
“I… yes, yes… it should.” She avoided his intense stare.
Dixon felt like leaping for joy. She was the loveliest thing he had ever seen and he wondered how the gruff old fool, Kilburn, managed to find such a beauty through the mail order bride service. The old miner must have paid quite a tidy sum for her. He looked her over in admiration. Her soft features brought out the innocence that she had inside. Dark hair framing a perfect heart shaped face, eyes as blue as a serene pool and lips, full and red, moist and inviting, drove a rapid beat of passion into his heart. He would enjoy this week to come, just by beholding her in his eyes.
