by Pamela Prim
Gareth felt a numbing chill course all over him and stared up at the redheaded goddess standing naked over him. He didn’t know what to make of this, but his fear did not extend to his cock, it still stood up erect and hard, throbbing to the rhythm of the seductive woman enthralling him body and mind.
“Ah, you have the stallion well and truly restrained, my lady.” Van Reagan laughed from his vantage point. “Now enjoy him… ride him like you have never ridden ever before.”
“If it pleases my lord.” Cassandra blew he husband a kiss and lowered herself over Gareth.
He shivered in anticipation as the heat of her dripping pussy wafted over his surging cock. He tried to buck his hips, but he was well and truly stretched, spread eagled like some sacrificial offering to a goddess of sex and violence. And Cassandra looked the part. She drained a goblet of wine and threw it aside. Her hair, flaming red and gold, flew all over her as she swayed and danced, lowering herself over him slowly.
Gareth gasped and tightened his stomach muscles, making his cock stand up straight, ready to enter her sodden furrow. Cassandra obliged and pushed her pussy lips over the rock hard head. She swiveled and gyrated, and undulated her hips as she lowered herself over him like some exotic dancer from the mysterious east. Gareth gasped as her hot pussy alternated between gripping and relaxing over his straining hardness. For a woman her age, she was rather tight. But then what would he know of such things, Cassandra Van Reagan was the first and only woman he had known, and he felt that anyone else would have a real tough act to follow.
“Yes, yes…” Van Reagan was panting. “Ride him, my love… ride that big fuckstick hard, ride him till his balls are blue.”
She didn’t really need any encouragement as she grabbed at his hairless chest and dug her nails into his tender flesh. Gareth grimaced but the pain was adding incentive to the pleasure he felt from her tight pussy. Cassandra ceased her gyrating and went into all out wild riding. Up and down she bounced on his hips, slamming her groin hard against his. His cock slid all the way in and then out again as she rode him like a stallion that needed breaking in. He desperately longed to grasp at her wildly bouncing breasts and her soft, squishy buttocks, but the restraints on his hands kept him in check. And yet being restrained brought a sense of fearful excitement that was a thrill in itself. Being at the mercy of another and getting pleasured at the same time brought out emotions in him that seemed more gratifying than he had ever felt. It was his nature to be shy and retiring, to be afraid and to stay away. He needed this. He needed someone to dominate him and make him feel the value of this one life that he had to live.
“Oh yes, oh yes.” Cassandra began to shake and shiver over him. “Oh, it’s so big and thick… it’s in so deep… oh god, Gareth… ohhh, fuck me… fuck me!”
“Yeah, farm boy, yeah!” Van Reagan yelled along like a commoner. “Fuck that whore… fuck that goddess of whores… make her cum like never before.”
Gareth glanced at Van Reagan. He was surprised to see the lord of the manor had his leggings down to his ankles and his cock was standing up at full attention. The throbbing organ was only a half in length and girth compared to his own surging cock, and he realized why Lady Van Reagan was getting so much pleasure out of him.
The blonde maid was kneeling before Van Reagan, and though she was stroking his smallish cock, her lust filled eyes were transfixed on Gareth’s throbbing monster as it stood up slick with the lady of the manor’s love juices. Cassandra’s orgasm left her shivering in the throes of ecstasy and the redheaded woman had slid off him to lay beside him heaving and gasping. His cock surged upward; he longed desperately for release and looked pleadingly at the blonde maid. Her lips twisted with need and her eyes shone with lust, but it was her lord’s lesser organ that she had her hands on, and Van Reagan was guiding her head around to have her suck on his rock hard cock.
Then suddenly Cassandra rolled over him, this time she faced his groin and thrust her pelvis against his surprised face. The scent of her hot, dripping pussy made his head spin as she planted her knees on each side of his head. Her pussy pressed down on his mouth and he had no other option than to hungrily slobber at the heavenly treat. He stuck out his tongue, probing deep into her warm and wet softness. The taste of her orgasm made him lap away with all the more vigor. He so desperately wanted to grab at her soft ass cheeks and stretch them as he licked her like a starving dog, but his hands were restrained to the head board.
And then just as he thought it couldn’t get any better, Cassandra lowered her face over his straining cock and took the bulging head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue over the sensitive flesh, sending all manner of thrills and chills racing though his spread eagled body. He chomped down on her fleshly pussy, sucking on the petals hard with his hungry lips. She squirmed her hips, grinding her pussy over his face as she swallowed more of his cock down. Her lips were almost touching his pubic hair, she had his whole nine inches down her throat and he shivered at the pleasant buzz he felt on his sensitive cockhead from the back of her gagging throat. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back the rush that boiled in his testicles. This woman was making more man out of him than he ever would have been with anyone else.
He heard Van Reagan’s whimpers of pleasure and glanced over to see the maid going down on him like a wolf downing its last meal. The sight of the pretty blonde sucking on another man and Cassandra’s deep-throating took him over the edge. His flat belly lurched and tightened, his hands and legs strained hard on his bonds. He cried out as a most powerful explosive burst escaped from his balls, rushed up his thick shaft and erupted into the redhead’s greedy, slobbering mouth. She gagged hard and swallowed harder. Her lust for his seed she had shown him before and now this encore performance had him cumming harder than the day before. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked his body as his hot semen gushed out. The greedy woman lapped and slobbered, gagged and swallowed, even as she mashed her hot pussy on his face, releasing another orgasm all over his enraptured mouth. He gasped and panted, and slobbered and sucked, and yet it seemed he couldn’t get enough.
But it was time for the Van Reagan’s to leave for the king’s Castle. And Gareth wondered what other more lecherous and exciting games did these nobles play. Van Reagan tossed him another pouch of coins, this time twice the size, then the lord of the manner ushered his delirious wife away, leaving him still tied to the bed, covered in his own and the lady of the manner’s passionate love residues.
He looked up at the blonde maid, expecting her to release him so he could hobble back home. But she stood there with a gleam in her eye as she chewed on a full lower lip. Her lustful attention was on his spent member, resting against his left thigh. He looked into her eyes of blue and she looked back at him. He knew what she wanted and he was at her mercy, but she waited all the same. After all he was the Lady of the Manor’s plaything, was he not?
But he was also a young man in the prime of his youth, as was she a most comely young woman indeed. He gave her a smile and then looked down at his cock. It rose to greet the maid and the blonde smiled wide even as she removed what little clothing she still wore.
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 11
Chapter 1: The New Start
Sometimes in life, it may so happen that you feel like starting all over again. You get drained from all that has happened and there seems like no hope whatsoever when it comes to fixing up things. This is the time when you feel the urge to take a complete break when you want a fresh breath in your life. Often during these junctures, we end up finding exactly what we have been looking for the whole of our life.
As I stumbled upon a new phase in my life, I had no clue that I was all set to finally meet the destination I had longed for. I was all set to discover myself after the feeling of being lost had enveloped me in its entirety.
***
It was 4 O' clock in the morning and I kept tossing in my bed. It was
now the fifth night when I had been unable to sleep in the week. The exhaustion was overwhelming and no matter, how hard I tried, it just felt surreal.
I felt like I was stuck in the kind of hole from where you cannot sneak back to your life. So many things had happened together. I had lost my job, my boyfriend broke up with me and mom passed away after fighting a really hard battle with cancer. Life looked like it was going downhill and I badly needed something to get it sorted.
The dread in my stomach kept growing and I wondered if there was any way things would sort out. I had nothing to do and the day stared ahead of me. I could go and catch up with old friends but what would I tell them – that I may be broke, have no job and no one to call my own.
I got up and decided to take a walk. The park near my home had always been a great place to clear my mind of negative thoughts. I was wearing my SpongeBob PJs and an oversized tee. I didn’t even bother changing them and strolled out in the park even before the sun had actually filtered the world with its beautiful light.
There was dampness in the air and the darkness resonated the stage of my own life. I wondered how long it would be before my life too could brighten up like the morning that was beginning to make its presence felt.
After running for an hour or so, I came back home, sweating profusely. I looked at myself in the mirror. The sole respite for me was that my body looked great. Having no zeal to eat, I had shed a lot of extra pounds. Exercising had kept me in great shape. I surmised that maybe, this was a sign of the good times waiting for me.
As I sat on my bed, I saw my phone blinking which signaled a text. I wondered who messaged me so early in the morning. As I checked my messages; I saw that it was from my Dad.
“Hey Marsha, how are you holding up. Call me when you’re free. Love, Dad.”
I remembered the times I had spent with my Dad. He had always been a great Daddy, but his work often took him to places. He was always busy socializing and his business spanned multiple countries. As I grew up, he started growing apart, but even then he did try his best to stay in touch. Dad and mom separated when I was 12 and ever since then, his visits started to thin down with every successive year. Regardless, I couldn’t deny the fact that he was a good man and so I thought to talk to him.
Dad was in London at that time and so I figured it was alright to call him up. As I dialed his number, he picked up on the very first ring itself.
His voice sounded weak and it looked like in all these years, he had literally aged. We filled each other with the different things which had happened in our lives. Although, Dad and mom had been divorced for a long time, and he was really devastated after her death, it was one of the first times when Dad discussed his divorce with me.
“Marsha, I really miss your mom and the way we used to all sit together during Christmas time.”
I couldn’t help but remember the good times too. I still remember the vacation we had in Miami where we three had been out on the beach and spent the wildest time. We had stayed at John’s house who happened to be Dad’s friend.
As I kept talking of that trip, Dad suggested that I should head over to Miami again as it would allow me to unwind myself. I told him about losing my job and the personal problems and he suggested that the two of us should have a vacation in Miami as it will help us together bridge the gap.
It looked like a great suggestion and maybe, this vacation was exactly what I was looking for. We settled upon the dates and Dad asked me to head to Miami. He had a meeting in London for the next two days so he told he would join me after that.
He told that he would call up John and he would get the guest room ready for me. After a really long time in my life, I felt like I had something to look forward to. After losing mom, I knew that I should try harder to connect with Dad, after all, life was certainly unpredictable.
I decided to head to Miami the same day as I had nothing eventful going on here. There was a part of me that hoped that just like old time’s sake, everything would be alright again. Of course, the hole that mom left would be there, but the rest of the things should fall in place.
Chapter 2: Miami
I packed my belongings and set out for a new journey. I decided to really find myself on this vacation and then I could start afresh. I wanted to kick start this new journey on a fresh note, leaving all my regrets aside. There was a part of me that believed that things were really going to shape in the right manner.
I was just 18, but I had seen more than my share in my life. While all my friends had a string of breakups and had made out more times than I perhaps ever would the whole of my life, I was still to feel someone make love to me. I was old school when it came to sex and didn’t want to ruin the experience without being sure about it.
I had been a result of unwanted teen pregnancy and I had seen my mom curse her life because of the way she had been knocked up unexpectedly. Although, I had a boyfriend and we dated for just 2 weeks, it wasn’t enough for me to trust him completely to let him inside me. Derek had gone on to tell everyone that I was still a virgin and perhaps asexual. I had a horrendous day at college as I saw both guys and girls stealing glances at me. My sex life had become the new gossip and I was so disturbed that I couldn’t even concentrate at work. This had led to my boss firing me as my performance had become miserable. Amidst so much of turmoil, mom had died and it was like the last straw which had totally left me dismantled.
Going to Miami looked like a welcome relief. I had a great time at John’s farmhouse and even though I had never met him on the last trip, Dad had told quite a lot of tales about how exciting his friend was. Dad told that John used to be a wild adventurer and they both had some amazing times in childhood and they were also known as the bad boys in their neighborhood. John came up with some of the most ridiculous ideas and they were so bad that it gave them a kick and they ended up trying it.
***
When I reached Miami, I felt the memories rushing me by. I could almost feel mom beside me and I saw tears trickling down my face. I was both happy and sad and I wanted to go back to the old moments in my life and hug them again. I took out the picture of the three of us from the vacation and I so badly wanted the picture to come to life.
As I was glancing at the picture and reliving the nostalgic memories, I didn’t even realize when my car lost the control and before I could control its wild swings, I found myself hitting the car on the bark of a tree.
My head got dizzy and the next thing I remembered was waking up inside a small room. There was a woman beside me who looked in her sixties.
“Who are you and why am I here? I asked.
“How are you feeling now? You hit the car with the tree and fell unconscious. I brought you to my home. Who are you, darling?”
I told her about John’s place and gave her the address. She informed me that John was the local sheriff and she called her son to drop me at his place. I called my Dad, but there was no network. I headed to John’s place and the moment I saw the sprawling farmhouse, I could see the younger version of me standing outside his doorway excitedly. I remembered how I had held both their hands and had been so excited for the trip.
I moved inside the house and called out John. There was no response. I wondered what to do and then decided to call Dad yet again. This time, he picked the phone instantly.
“Marsha darling, where are you? I have been trying to frantically reach you since the last few hours. Your phone seems to have no coverage.”
“Yeah, Dad. The network isn’t very great here. I am outside John’s farmhouse, but there seems to be no one here.”
“Marsha, I am so sorry, but my tickets had to be canceled as the meeting was postponed by 2 days. Would it be okay if you stayed in a little longer?”
I was definitely disappointed, but I knew that Dad did try too hard and so I decided to stay a little longer. He asked me to get inside the house as he had already spoken to John; he assured that John would be back as he was on duty.
After
talking to him for some more time, I decided to head into the farmhouse. The place had changed significantly since the last time I was here. The walls were filled with pictures and John looked smoking hot. He definitely didn’t look as old as he may be. It looked like the years spent working in order to stay fit had been very kind to him.
His muscles were ripped and his pale blue eyes were shining with all its might. One of his pictures showed him bare bodied and I had to say that it looked all kinds of sexy. I spent a lot of time ogling his pictures and even got a few dirty ideas.
