"Aye, she is mine Sire." Maeve's father said from behind her.
"Father! I...uh...I didnt mean...to..."
"What she means to say, is that she disguised herself as a boy to compete in the tournament for a legitimate reason, milord." Hawksworth supplied helpfully.
"aye, milord father, I needed to earn enough money to save Brock from debtor's prison. The only way I thought of, was to win this boon from the King as a reward."
All the while Maeve was exchanging her stammering explanation to her father, the King saw the earnestness in her eyes, as she refused to backdown or let the tears flow.
"Listen up, all of you! I hereby grant your request on the condtion, that Lady Maeve grants Lord Hawksworth's wish as a second place winner. He requests that you, my charming Lady Knight, give him another chance to win your hand in another round of the cross-bow." The King said slyly.
Meanwhile, Hawksworth let loose three consecutive arrows fly. Each one splitting the last in the center.
"Now, my Lady Knight, I will call you on the morrow." Lord Hawksworth stated as he picked up Maeve's hand to kiss her gently on her smooth skin. Smiles then walks away....
The End.
Black Boots
The air in the subway station is warm and muggy. We had just gotten out of the Producers and were on our way home. It's late and the station is nearly empty. Your arm is wrapped loosely around my waist and I slip my hand in your back pocket as we wait for the train. You're wearing black pants and a black, button up dress shirt and I'm wearing a short black dress and tall black boots.
"Did you enjoy the show?," you ask giving my waist a little squeeze.
"Of course. I loved it," I answer. "I can't believe you got such great seats."
I turn towards you wrap my arms around your waist and plant a quick kiss on your lips.
"Don't thank me," you laugh as you look down at my upturned face. "Thank my new publisher."
"I think maybe I'll just concentrate on showing you how grateful I am."
We just start in on a deeper kiss when the train pulls up and we break apart and quickly step inside. We find ourselves all alone in our own car. We sit down and you begin rubbing my thigh just below the hemline of my skirt.
"That feel so nice" I say in a low whisper. Your hand slowly moves further up my leg, slips under my dress and begins massaging the soft flesh of my upper thigh. We kiss deeply and my hand finds its way to the growing bulge in your pants. I begin firmly stroking you through the fabric as we kiss, feeling your cock grow even harder under my fingers. The feeling of your hand on my thigh coupled with the vibrations of the train are making me very excited. I can feel myself getting wet and squirm in my seat trying to encourage you to caress my aching pussy.
We are still locked in a long, deep kiss when the train lurches to a stop at the station just a block away from your apartment. We practically run back to your place, eager to continue what we'd started.
As soon as the door has shut behind us, you wrap me up in a tight embrace and lean down to kiss me. You push open my soft lips with your tongue and eagerly explore my mouth as your kiss becomes deeper and more urgent. Our bodies are pressed against each other and I can feel how aroused you are. I break our kiss, lead you over to the couch, and motion for you to sit down. Standing in front of you I slowly slip out of my dress and lacy bra. Now completely naked except for my boots, I straddle your lap so that my full breasts are just inches from your face. I lean back so that I am sitting on your lap, facing you, and I begin unbuttoning your shirt. You reach a hand up and to the back of my neck and pull me toward your mouth. We kiss, our tongues intertwining as I undo the last button and push your shirt off your shoulders. The feeling of your bare chest against mine as we writhe against each other is amazing.
You begin kissing along my jawline, then concentrate your attentions on my neck. Your hands begin massaging my breasts, running your fingers lightly over my sensitive nipples. You gently squeeze the hard, little buds between your fingers making me moan softly. As you tease my delicate breasts I reach my hand down and undo your zipper.
I slip off of your lap and kneel on the floor. I pull of your pants and boxer briefs in one fluid motion leaving you completely naked. I softly kiss my way up the insides of your thighs before positioning my mouth over the head of your penis. I wrap my warm lips around the head of your cock and run my tongue along its salty tip. I slide my mouth down your shaft until you are buried deep in my throat. I squeeze your cock firmly with my lips and begin sliding rhythmically up and down, up and down. I gradually speed up as I feel you grow even harder in my mouth. When I feel your muscles start to tense up I slide my lips over your cock one last time and pull away.
"We aren't done yet," I say. I look up at you and gently bite my lower lip.
"You're an energetic girl tonight, aren't you," you say smiling.
"Maybe," I say reaching over into my boot and pulling out the condom that I had stashed there earlier in the evening in anticipation of tonight's fun.
I slip it on you then climb onto your lap again. I bury my face in your neck as I feel you slide deeper and deeper into my wet pussy. I wrap my legs around your back and my arms around your neck. Your hands rest on my hips and you can feel me move, grinding myself against you. I love feeling how deep you can penetrate me in this position. We kiss hard as my movements become more vigorous. I can feel an orgasm building. The little moans escaping from my mouth as I get closer and closer to cumming are muffled by your lips. My fingers dig into your back and I gently bite your shoulder as I feel myself going over the edge. You can feel my muscles contracting as waves of orgasm go through my body. I keep holding you as the feelings pass.
"Let's change positions Sweetie," you say.
Glad to oblige, I move off you for a moment while you adjust so you're lying face up on the couch.
You just lie there for a second enjoying the view of my nearly naked body kneeling over you. You run your hands up the smooth leather of my boots then continue up my soft legs. When you get to my hips you stop and guide my body down so that you are once again, buried inside of me. I lean forward slightly and press my hands hard against your chest. I use my arms and knees to push myself up and down on you hard member. I know that after all the attention you've gotten tonight you must be close to cumming so I try to keep take things slow to prolong the experience for both of us.
After several minutes of slow, even thrusts I lean forward and lie on top of you so that our chests are pressed together and my arms are holding you around the neck. I brace my feet against the arm of the couch and use that momentum to help me continue to ride you. I can feel your hands running along my back and ass as we start moving faster and faster. Suddenly, your hands grab me tightly and your body tenses as I feel you explode inside of me.We lie motionless and entwined for a few moments enjoying the feeling of being so close to each other. We kiss gently and pull apart. I lie resting on the couch while you clean up in the bathroom. You come back into the living room wearing only a pair of boxer briefs and find me lying on the couch.
"Come on Honey, let's go to bed,"
I groggily reach down and unzip my boots, slide them off, then follow you into the bedroom. We lie together cuddling for a bit, just talking quietly until you notice I am starting to doze off. You kiss me one last time on the forehead and say "Good night."
I mumble a sleep "Good night" and turn over to fall asleep. Before I drift off completely though I feel your hand find mine under the dark covers. I fall asleep with a big smile of my face, thinking how glad I am we took a chance on each other.
The End.
Angel in Your Arms
I woke with you inside my head and a lingering desire for your inside my body from the night before. Your words, caustic, inside of me bit my senses with a need that I had to fill. I recalled your order to always be smooth for you, to have soft lips and folds for your play. Calming this need drew me to the bathroom and to my raz
or.
In the shower I lathered my box of pleasure from the hair above my clit to my secret dark hole. You had me bent over the counter holding my cheeks wide to allow for you to do your handy work. With the shaving cream you covered me, everywhere wear I would become bare – smooth, like the little girl over your knee.
I felt the razor comfortably run over my skin removing all traces of puberty and womanhood. A clean fresh start for my day with you. You rinsed me and proceeded to test the tightness of this most divine space you love to occupy. Tight, gripping you remove your finger and have me sit on the counter. I spread my legs as you open my folds to shave off the errant hairs that cover this well you have made your own.
I lean back enjoying your attention and your touch. You wipe me clean to inspect your work nibbling for a moment on the clit you have tempted with this tease. I stand and kiss you.
"My shaven beauty, it is time for you to pleasure yourself and me." I get into the tub feeling the warm water cascade over my skin, opening my lips to let it wash away the last of the cream.
Taking the massager in hand I feel it polish my pearl imagining your hand guiding it to that special spot. Nipples stand erect with this sensation and a tug to let them totter with sensation.
"You know what I want my precious one, my slut, my angel. I will feed you so deeply, opening you up to only me." I take the toy, my favorite for the shower in hand and look at it with intriguing inspection. As the spray of water licks at my clit I see you before me with your girth and size immaculate in my hand – savoring the first droplets of your desire on my tongue.
I get on my knees pushing the massager closer to my button, releasing my fate into your hands. The toy feels smooth in my hand. Clear acrylic with two ends for pleasure. One a rounded cone shape with a smooth tip and the other graduated, indented at each base, a valley for my sphincter to hold on to.
I take the piece and balance it with the smooth cone side up between my ankles. My vision changes with you behind me in bed ready to fill me up with your luscious member and a young woman in front of me licking with fervor at my clit. She is young, like a daughter to you.
As I lower myself, your hands guide my hips into this pose that so suits your desires. I close my eyes and love my passion, stirring so deep, as deep as you will be inside of me. She licks faster, drinking in this lust that you cause. I want to fuck her face holding her there, drowning her as you penetrate me with such enthusiasm.
"Take it you slut," you yell to me as if I had a choice in this. How could I stop. How could I lift myself away from this ecstasy? "Oh fuck me you whore" you shout out and I know my place.
"That's right sweetie, lick her cunt – lick her slut pussy" You whisper as if to me and all the world to hear.
Faster and deeper I press into you, taking more and feeling the passion rise. I can now see myself in your eyes – squatting onto this dildo playing with my pussy. You stand beside the tub encouraging me to release this lust.
"Cum for me baby, cum for me. My angel cum with your deepest desires. So beautiful you are, so naughty and delicious, so much my little slut." It rushes over me, waves and waves of this demanding longing. I grip the faucet and scream out your name in a passion that you have found within my soul.
As I come to rest I release myself of the binds of this play and let the water rush over my body, feeling you holding me- the smell of you neck, your skin, you love. We rest under this waterfall – alone in nature, exploring our passions. "My angel in my arms" you murmur to me in ecstatic release.
An Evening Interlude
Dusk stained the sky a moody swirl of red and black, of clouds roiling and embracing, while golden shafts of sunlight twisted spears of liquid gold through the teeming mass of restless night. She was in a restless state of arousal, hypersensitive to the swirl of breeze through a window, touching her legs with gossamer paws, sound seemed amplified and her attention was constantly distracted.
Between her legs, her cunt was aching with a painful intensity, a heaviness which was impossible to ignore while the brush of cotton against her breasts lay somewhere between agony and ecstasy.
She jumped each time she heard a sound, sure it was him, her cunt gushing liquid juice which trailed down her thighs in a sticky residue of lust only to discover it was a cat or a child or any one of a number of other things.
The mundane tasks of her day were eventually completed, two small ones in bed, one picked up and away for the night, the other in Montreal. Now night was here and the house itself seemed to be holding its breath.
Expectation clouded her mind, confused her body and created an irrational sense of anxious excitement she couldn't ignore.
He had been in and out over the course of the long, endless evening, pausing here and there for a kiss, a quick fondle. With the children in bed, she had entered the bathroom to clean up and casually sat on the toilet.
Suddenly the door had opened and he appeared. Saying nothing, he simply squatted in front of her, parting her legs and indicating that she was to hold her skirt high. Then intently, doing nothing, he watched her piss. She was barely able to accommodate him. Her arousal was so intense that at first she was unable to void, until finally, when he smacked the side of her leg lightly, her urethra opened and a hot, thick stream of piss splashed into the toilet. He watched intently, fascinated by the way the stream emitted from between the swollen lips of her cunt. He waited until the stream thinned and then stopped, small drops patterning the water of the toilet bowl, then he simply got up and walked away.
Now the time was getting late. She went into the bedroom and lay on the bed, somehow at peace now that she knew her waiting was coming to an end. She heard the door to his office open and he came into the room. Her heart was beating rapidly, so loudly she wondered if he could hear it. Going over to her, he pulled her so she lay sideways, her legs trailing over the side of the bed..
Then without saying a word he pulled her dress up and over her upper body then her face. The soft cotton enveloped her mouth and eyes. She was able to breathe through its loosely woven strands but it was if she were cocooned in a web which enveloped her and restricted her movements.
He took her arms and brought them to the top so they lay above her entwined, then with the skirt of the dress he wrapped them loosely so she was in essence suspended, her face and arms invisible in their soft prison, her breasts, belly and cunt open to the cooling night air. The heat generated by the enfolding dress served to make the bareness of her lower body even more naked, she felt utterly vulnerable, open to whatever he chose.
She waited with baited breath. She could not see him through her blindfold but could sense his breathing, feel the heat of his body near her. It was as if her senses were multiplied and increased, as if a sixth sense could track without the aid of her eyes and ears.
He stood between her spread legs and she jumped suddenly as she felt his warm breath on her cunt. She almost cried and could feel her cunt twitching, her hole opening and closing, and involuntarily, a stream of juice suddenly squeezed out of her vagina. She groaned as she felt his tongue lick up her libation, then involuntarily tried to push her hips even more into his face. He said nothing, but the tongue suddenly disappeared and she cried with disappointment.
She stilled her treacherous body, aware that he was intent on controlling things, exerting superhuman control to curb the almost insatiable need to thrust her hips. She was rewarded a few moments later when he licked her entire cunt from anus to cleft in a soft, warm delicious caress. Then he began to lap at her like a dog, flicking his tongue up and down the long cleft, pausing to scoop up the juice from her vagina, pushing the swollen inner lips aside to pay homage to her stiff, painful clitoris.
She felt the sensation gathering in her groin, the wonderful, painful, overwhelming pressure which preceded her coming. She fought desperately to control her movements, her hips were actually jerking as she fought them from moving, terrified he would desist. She was close,
so close, from between her bound lips small desperate grunts were audible, her mind began its strange fogging which always accompanied an orgasm and then suddenly the sensation was gone.
The disappointment, the despair was almost beyond bearing. The cotton which swathed her eyes dampened with her tears. For a moment she luxuriated in her disappointment, then taking a deep breath, counseled patience and waited. She felt he was away from her at the moment but unsure, stayed very still, not seeking to dissuade him even more. She strained to hear him, to orient where he stood, what he was doing. She couldn't get a sense through her bindings and was tempted to pull her arms down and look around.
She stopped herself, aware that this ultimate submission, this subjection even to his desires was creating a storm of arousal and emotion she wasn't quite sure how to handle, yet the emotion it engendered was so persuasive, so seductive, she didn't want to question it too closely.
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