This is how the men were reduced to two.
Paige passed her task without a challenge. And boy did she love that position. Years ago it had been revealed to Sienna that this happened to be a favorite of Paige’s. The depth she could experience was awe-inspiring. She enjoyed leaning back on her shoulders, pointing the ass toward the ceiling for an ever farther penetration. The man was forced to stand in a horse stance position, his cock pointing nearly straight down, driving in and out of her sloppy slit.
Next came the fingering… and boy, Paige wasn’t lying about those bony knuckles. The man, yes, did survive the ordeal and advanced to the next stage (though he remained scarred for life, never able to view his granny in the same light again). Here the game now turned to the final girl. Some redheaded pale lass. The host assisted her into the required position (supposedly a breach of conduct when others violated the touching rule, yet not here). She then begged for not only his cock, but his cum. And so the host pile-drove her into the floor boards. Rammed the ginger into an erotica reader’s submissive fantasy… Her lower back was aching from the pain, yet she squealed for more. He latched onto her thighs, pushing the legs farther behind her neck. And when it was time to quit… the woman found herself unable to move. She had become stuck! The leg muscles seized up from the extreme angle (and possible orgasm). It would have to be, yes…
“Removal!” he cheered!
Now it fell to four. Paige, Sienna, the host, and some random muscular man with sleepy eyes.
The host began digging in his box for one of the last remaining cards. But it would have to wait, as Paige came forward with a heartfelt sermon.
“Sienna, I’ve loved seeing you come out of your shell today. You’ve sucked, fucked, and whatever else – all while having your long-term boyfriend back at home. I know it must have been hard for you, but I’m super proud! And because of that…”
Paige performed one of the host’s dramatic pauses to good effect.
“I am leaving the contest so that you may have a better chance of winning. Enjoy the boys for me! Wooo! I’ll be watching!”
“Paige, no! You can’t be serious!” screamed Sienna.
“Let her go,” commented the host, as he extended a hand to hold the big boobed girl back. “It’s time for the final round. We three will enter a sudden death challenge.”
“What is it?” Sienna asked.
The host quickly extracted a card from his box and read aloud, “The challenge will be a… a… spit roast! Yes, that’s it! A spit roast! One man on each side of this woman. The contestants must be fucking or sucking until all but one has cum. The winner will be the person who refrains from orgasming until the others have ejaculated.”
And here he accidentally dropped the card from his hand. Sienna bent down to assist in retrieving it, but was quickly brushed aside by the man. However, from her current vantage point, it appeared that there was nothing remotely close to that written on the paper. In fact it seemed to be an ordinary business card for the cruise ship. Sienna thought she might have even seen the company name splayed across the top.
“Now we will draw lots to see who takes which end!” the host commanded.
Straws were pulled from his hand… the host received the rear-end and the sleepy-eyed man would take the front.
“Fine by me!” Sienna laughed. “I’ve never done this before. I hope you take it rough with me!”
She pulled her bikini bottoms off… rubbing her pussy as she did so. Nice and wet. The men each jerked their cock in unison (purely by coincidence), hardening the manmeat to service the large jugs of Sienna. Paige shouted from the sidelines, cheering her friend on with motherly cautions against orgasming.
They lined up on either side of Sienna, gripping their dicks. The host held a small towel in his off hand.
“When I drop this… we insert!”
Suddenly the towel fluttered out into the air and the game was on.
Sienna felt each cock penetrate her simultaneously. The smaller of the two being in her mouth. She knew the sleepy-eyed man would be easy pickings. And despite the extreme pleasure she felt in her pussy, from both the thick penis and the thought of a stranger filling each end of her, she focused on the front. It was a competition after all! And so she sucked with all her might. Running her tongue in skilled circles, massaging the head, licking the underside in all the right places. Gushes of precum squirted into her mouth. This is how she knew he was close (coupled with his moans of ecstasy). She sucked again, with an even mightier force than before, just as the man jutted his hips forward… Sienna felt it immediately. The warm cum spraying inside her mouth. She cocked her head free of the repulsive meatstick, spitting his white goo onto the deck.
“He came! Removal!” she yelled victoriously. Then it occurred to her that there was one person left to defeat. The very man who currently had his cock buried in her southern slit.
“I can do this all day!” he smirked. “I never lose!”
“I bet you don’t. Not with that big solid cock of yours. How could you?”
“You got that right!” the sexy seal host roared.
“Don’t give in Sienna!” Paige hollered.
This only caused a smirk to appear on Sienna’s face. “No, I bet you don’t. Oh my god! You’re getting me so close! Please just let me win! I need this! I need your cock!”
The host laughed maniacally. “Is that all you’ve got? That pitiful acting? I bet it doesn’t even convince your pencil-necked boyfriend. I’m not relenting on this pussy until you soak my dick with your cum, miss. So keep groaning like a pornstar. It’ll only make my victory that much sweeter.”
And he seemed to be correct. His cock was amazingly sweet and filling. Sienna had never felt such a forceful, yet intimate railing. Could she possibly hold off long enough to win this game? And what was the prize? No one had bothered to ask…
“Please! Let me win this! I know you’re the best I’ll ever have. At least give me this!” she shouted.
The mass of partygoers stood on their feat, mesmerized by the action.
“No chance, baby!”
Sienna felt his cock sliding along, so perfectly, so blissfully. She knew her cunt couldn’t withstand this pleasure much longer. Something had to be done or she would surely cream upon his member.
“Look here! You want my tits, don’t you? I saw the way you looked at me earlier today when you handed me the towel. You love them, I can tell.”
“Yeah, so what? I have all I want right here in your juicy cunt!” the host laughed.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “I mean you never even got to touch them. Doesn’t that bother you? Look at them bouncing for you as you fuck me. How big and perky they are. C’mon big boy, grab a handful and tell me you don’t love them.”
And with that, the host lost all sense of reason… he reached down to take hold, grabbing the fullness of each breast.
“Ah hah!” Sienna shouted, giving Paige a conspirational wink.
The two girls shouted together, “No touching! Automatic removal!”
“Noo!” the host cried out just as Sienna burst forward, freeing herself of his rod.
“Looks like I win after all, boy!” she smirked.
He covered his face in shame, crumpling over.
“Don’t feel too bad. I actually do want you to feel these. And I want you to fuck me. Now. Make me cum!” Sienna ordered.
“W-what?” the host stuttered.
“Get over here and fuck me! I need cock!”
A smile spread across his face as he once again re-entered Sienna’s soiled pussy from the rear, his hands fondling her boobs with an unparalleled passion.
With the crowd cheering all around them, Paige yelled out, “Sienna what should I tell your boyfriend!”
She grinned, loving the foreign cock in her cunt, before speaking the words…
“Just tell him what we always tell yours!”
The blast of cum coated her vagina, spilling out onto the deck like
a bursting milk jug.
The host emptied the contents of his member, leaving nothing to spare. Sienna, at long last, had gotten her stranger’s cock and cum…
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 45
Lady Morgana Moress painfully hauled herself up to the low-lying bed, situated just in front of her – inside this tiny, sparse room she had been locked inside yet again. The young girl was perspiring slightly, breathing heavily, and... horny as all hell!
For the inexperienced little wench, that foul-mouthed and ill-tempered girl, had just had Baron Broodclaw's massively engorged cock jammed down her throat... and she had loved it! Every second, every inch, every gag and every choke!
The way this enigmatic older man, with his austere mood and stern personality, had dominated her so thoroughly! The virgin girl was left to his every wanton whim and depraved desire... the very thing she had been longing for! As all should know by now, that the 19 year old woman had been sent (forcefully shipped, as it were) by her father to live with the mysterious Baron – way out in his manor which found itself situated on the rocky precipice, right near the sea on one side and surrounded by dark, spooky woodlands on the other. A place one might expect to be full of fanciful thoughts and spectacular doings... but in reality, it seemed to be a place where naughty girls were turned good and lewd men were made to feel good.
Morgana reached a hand down, fumbling with the sturdy underwear which Miss Thatch (Baron Broodclaw's elderly maid) had so roughly placed upon her. The discipline undergarments as the Baron referred to them as. A pair of panties which prevent any sort of pleasuring, at all! Oh my, and how torturous this was to the young virgin... Thinking back to how wonderful and warm the mature man's orgasmic fluid had felt upon her lips and face! The shot of liquid passion having only left her face just a mere few minutes ago. For which she was now being punished – as the Baron had no instructed her to consume his fiery seed. This lewd act was performed by the impudent lass all of her own accord.
Just the kind of behavior the demanding Baron Broodclaw did not tolerate! Not in the least!
She bit her lip, leaning against the bed, dreaming of Baron yet again. His well-slicked love pole filling her throat, time and time again... oh lord, why did he have to deny her now! Of all times! The young lady just wanted relief. Though in truth, what she actually desired was to feel the older fellow's manhood pushing deep inside her southern slit. The way he teased her with the sensuous item was more than cruel! And now being left in this cold room by her lonesome, and prevented from handling her own goods! It was beyond madness!
Lady Morgana Moress flipped over onto her back, reclining down onto the bed, where she fantasized filthy things about the Baron... all the while, that young, untouched feminine hole of hers gushed the wet cravings that she could not satisfy... not yet, anyway.
“I'll have you yet...” The girl muttered to herself, sick with arousal. “You old goat!”
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She awoke some time the next morning to hear the sound of loud, mirthful voices coming from the other side of her door. That damned door! Locked and sealed for all she knew. Baron Broodclaw had made sure Miss Thatch closed the little girl off, left in there to whine and grimace, lamenting her pitiable situation. Just the way he liked it.
Discipline was a must in his house. And if the naughty lass wasn't going to deliver such a thing, then he would increase the severity of his methods. That is what her father had wanted, anyway. And a pretty price he had paid! Though, the Baron's services were very highly recommend. He'd never failed to instruct a bothersome girl yet... but, as it was said, something felt different about the snappy Lady Morgana. She was a new breed of ill-manner that the mature man had not yet encountered.
The voices, so far as she could tell, at least one of them belonged to the strict Baron Broodclaw. He possessed a certain way of speaking, a very distinguished elocution as it were. The very sort which made Morgana weak at the knees, wet and horny with desire. Just thinking back to how he had... well, that tale was for another time.
Lady Morgana Moress rose from the bed, making her way over to the door where she pressed a warm ear against the cold wood surface – an attempt to better eavesdrop, of course, one of her specialties which Reginald Moress, the girl's father, had found especially irritating. Why, there had been many occasions where he reached for his switch or caning stick; anything to wallop the girl with after he'd caught her listening in on private discussions. Though, she was usually quick enough to escape his wrath – leaving with her little collection of private confessions and what have you.
It wouldn't be a problem this time, for the woman had nowhere to go. She was, perforce as it seemed, meant to listen in. And so, that is precisely what the young lass did.
“A difficult case, is she?” One of the voices intoned, although slightly muffled given the circumstance.
“Indeed,” the Baron replied (and it was here that Lady Morgana's heart skipped a beat). “A real irritant at that. The most cantankerous lass you will ever meet, my good man. But...”
“Yes? But...?” His companion questioned. It seemed to be an obvious ploy by the Baron, leaving his sentence hanging out in the air like that – baiting his friend to press on for the juicy details.
“You should see the splendor of her body... sheer perfection,” came Baron Broodclaw's delighted reply.
And in turn, Lady Morgana was taken aback with pleasure. The girl found herself filled with a new, intense feeling of lust. Hearing the Baron, that dreamy older man, refer to her in such a fashion did nothing to stifle the growing wetness between her legs – despite the disciplining undergarments... A woman still needed to drip when the juices flowed, surely.
“Oh ho! You sly devil!” The other fellow cackled. “A real angel physique, is it?”
“Mmm, as comely as one could imagine... her lovely pale flesh, almost milky white in tone and smooth as marble, yet supple as a tender peach. Perfect... and just ripe for the taking,” the Baron commented.
“Oh... ripe for the taking, you say?”
“Mm, indeed. Why else would I have requested you make the journey here, my good man?”
Morgana leaned in even closer to the door now, nearly shoving her head through the hinge! Those pert breasts of hers were pressed quite firmly against the wood, causing them to push upward in a most enticing manner. The exquisite feminine globes, still pure and chaste.
“I would hope for nothing less, Broodclaw!” The gentleman laughed once more. “Now, when will I meet this little sharp tongued shrew?”
“So eager today, are you Fentworthy?” The Baron chuckled. “Have I talked the rogue up so much that you have lost all semblance of patience?”
“My good Baron,” the compatriot said, “the road has been long... and the spear underused as of late.”
“Ah yes, say no more – I'm sure we will have a suitable location for you to sheath your spear in...”
“I should hope so!” Lord Fentworthy replied.
“Now then, let us rouse the little girl, shall we?” Smiled the Baron.
“By all means...”
And upon hearing this, young Lady Moress gulped quite audibly.
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She raced hither and thither – darting from one side of the room and then back to the other, quite unsure how such a supposedly cantankerous lass should position herself for the impending barge-in. And though her southern slit had grown markedly wet merely from listening to the men talk, another part of her brain wanted to maintain the facade of reluctance.
Having the Baron's cock shoved down her throat may have been a delectable treat, and the best experience of her life, but the rakish girl could hardly show them that! When on earth does a tigress expose her soft underbelly? Never! She must always be alert, aware, and feisty.
Lady Morgana then set about pondering what this Lord Fentworthy would look like – she ce
rtainly hoped he would be on par with the Baron, yet this somehow seemed doubtful to the virgin temptress. It would require an awfully handsome man to surpass the stern Baron! But... she wondered, why in the world would Broodclaw bring in another man for disciplining her? Surely he must keep good company? And, despite the short amount of time transpiring between the brief discussion and this current moment in time, the fanciful lass had already formed at least a dozen or so images of how Fentworthy might appear – and better yet, what the two of them would do to her!
With their footsteps fast approaching, she decided to grab the nearest brush and position herself in front of the commonplace mirror.
Suddenly, without warning, it happened...
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“What is it!” She spat with a fluttering heart, the comb trembling in her hand. “Be you the old hag or the ancient pervert!”
“Oh my, Broodclaw!” His companion chuckled. “She is quite the devil, isn't she?”
“Now, now Lord Fentworthy... Young woman, this as you very well know is Baron Broodclaw.” His voice was once more muffled by the woodwork, but clearly audible – and each word seemed to send yet another jolt of excitement down to the girl's greedy little cunt.
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