Tales by the pond

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Really interesting read!

[GuyByThePond]

A romance - Episode 5 (final): dolce
We took a little rest, in each other's arms. It felt so good, we napped like babies. I open my eyes, I look at her beautiful face. I begin fingertracing her delicate features, eyebrows, cheekbone, nose, lips. She stirs, she smiles, she opens her eyes.
"Hi dear. Should I make us a dinner ?"
"You french... Sex and food go together, don't they ?"
"Sure you made me ravenous, love !"
I go in her kitchen. I find some zucchini and onions I chop and put in a cooking pot. I let them confire. I find veau scalop to grill, and I prepare a mustard sauce with some cream.
I'm focused on my work when I feel her hands on my ankles, her soft boobs against my back. 
"I like the smell of what you're doing... And yours on my skin" she says with a broad smile.
She's naked, with just my shirt on. She looks so sexy.
I put my finger in the cream pot, She takes it between her hands and put it in her mouth. She sucks it delicately, using her tongue smoothly, a light of mischief in her eyes.
"Mmmh... That's good, chef"
My naked body reacts instantly, bulging. She puts her hand on my cock.
"This meat looks tasty..."
While she's strocking my dick, I unbutton the shirt. Her boobs are reddening, her nipples hardening.
I start to pour what's left of the cream on her cleavage.
"You really like to see cream on my body Ian..."
I caress her tits, spreading the white, sticky fluid. I kiss them. Emma has my hard cock firmly in hand, feeling it twitch...
"I want you, love, I feel ravenous" I say.
She turns her back to me, putting her hands on the bar.
"Take me then".
I slide my cock in her pussy. She's already wet from anticipation.
"Yeeees Ian"
I put my creamy hands on her ankles. I'm making slow moves at first. The kitchen is full of the cooking smell.
"Emma. You're making me very horny right now..."
I can feel her juices all over my dick that makes wet sounds as I'm pounding her nice, hot pussy.
"Fuck yeah, Ian. Fuck me. Fuck me silly. Fuck my naughty pussy"
My cock twitches with her every word. I grab her firmly. I go deep in her.
"HOW. I. WANT. YOU !"
I'm going wild. Wild in her pussy. Horny as hell. So excited by my dear Swedish fantasy.
She's moaning. She digs her nails in the bar. She can feel it coming. My sperm. Along the shaft of my meat, throbbing in her pussy.
"Want some cream Emma ? Take it ! Take it all in your pussy !"
"Yes Ian ! YES ! Fill me with your hot sperm ! Shoot it all ! Deep ! So deep in me !"
I cum. A lot. Her pussy twitches, squeezing my cock, like tremors making the both of us shaking.
I kiss her neck. I bite her ears. We're hungry, hungry for each other...

[GuyByThePond]

Thistle lady
Episode 1: meet the queen
6 nations tournament, the european rugby championship, has begun. "Flower of Scotland" has always been my fave hymn 
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=daQCPz-pNGg).
Let's share a medieval story inspired by a Scottish lady (and maybe influenced by Monthy Python's Holy Grail, so my tone won't be so medieval)
Too bad I won't be able to write it down with the Scottish accent. I love the way they talk.

In the best fairy tales, there is always a castle: tall turrets, an intimidating moat and a breathtaking view.
This was a good one. 
It was stationed cliffside above the stormy seas and surrounded by gardens and forests.
I'm a minstrel. I travel around. I hear stories and news in one place that I share in another, in exchange for food, shelter and some gold when I'm very lucky.
Usually, I don't go off track so much, but I wanted to see the sea, and there was a fine distillery to find. Then rain happened.
So here I am, cold, drenched, trying to get in. Luckily, I have a booming voice, so I make myself heard from the wall.
After some talking about swallows (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8Rn_f75UHs), I can get in. An old wizened, gray bearded, rusty chainmail clad soldier welcomes me. 
"Hi master. Welcome to shareafantasy Castle."
"Thank you. I'm willing to entertain the owners of this place for some sheltering. Could you bring me to your boss?" 
"Sure,  sure!  I guess the Queen will be happy to meet a handsome guy like you are, lad!" I swear he winked at me! 
We cross the courtyard to reach the inner dungeon. It's eerily empty. Usually, in such places, you see men at arms training, you hear the clang of the blacksmith working, there is the bustle of peasants bringing food. Besides a few kids running errands, some women doing the laundry and a manservant fetching water at the hole, I don't see much people.
"Yessir" the grizzled soldier tells me. "They're gone to war" 
"War? You mean these skirmishes in the south?" 
"Aye, lad, true it's not the big english invasion" He spits. "But we're talking religion here. Some stupid fuck said there is only one true God and that everybody should rally him, whether they're OK with that or not. As our liege Lord is a serious defender of the old faith, he decided to help stop the rampage with all his might"
"I see. A crusade then".
I'm a free spirit myself. I don't like the idea there is one and only true true truth, even less when another guy forces it on me.
We're at the dungeon's entrance. He knocks the door with the heavy lid. It opens slowly. A cute girl in white,  fiery red curls cascading from under a cap is behind.
"Yes Connor?" 
"Aye Jane. T'is some kind of jester. He trades stories for shelter. Thought the m'lady could fancy that"
Jane smiles. "Wonderful! I'll bring him to the Queen right away!" 
"Now lad. I let you there. Hope you'll entertain the people in here"
He winks again! Strange place. I've been at courts a few times. It's usually much more formal.
We walk along stone corridors. Still this sense of loneliness. I see a few other white clad girls. It looks like all grown men went to war.
We arrive in the throne room. No trumpets, no guards. Just a beautiful, raven blacked haired lady. Her blue eyes look so sad.
"I almost forgot..."
Jane puts her hands all over my body.
"What the?" She even palpates my crotch ! 
She smiles and shouts "He's all clear m'lady!" 
In a softer voice, for my ears only "I'd like to touch more of this"
Strange protocol, really.
Jane pushes my back and leave.
"What's your name, minstrel?" 
I flourish my cape and make my best leg.
"The name is Ian milady"
"Are you a gentle man ?" 
"I can tell you tales of Arthur and his Knights, defenders of courtly love"
"Knights. Again. Like my husband who left me for iron."
"Crusades can be the stuff of worthy epics"
"This war is a straw fire in the night. Wiccan faith is dying. And I am lonely"
The Queen rises, and I come to her. She gives her hand for me to kiss.
I kneel down.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand 
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss"
The queen flashes a smile.
"You know your Shakespeare. I wonder how much honey you have on your tongue, bard. You may kiss me."
I stand. I cup the queen's face in my hands. Her eyes widen. I brush her lips with mine. Then we lock. My tongue darts in her mouth. She puts her hands on my back, clinging to me. I hold her.
She smells like due and peat, she tastes like the best whisky, making me feel a little dizzy.
"Mmmh, it's been a long time I've not felt the warmth and the strength of a man's body... But when I said #kiss me# I thought of my hand. I should sever your bold head from your cute body"
"Now I know why the thistle is your emblem. Flowers here are pricky"
She laughs a throaty laugh. "You know your courting too. You'll be at my table this evening to entertain me. Now, off with you. Jane is waiting at the door. She'll show you your room."

[GuyByThePond]

A few words for a worthy friend
I know you're out there. I know you're reading this.

You put me in the 6 holes of the barrel, fire & ice, light & dark, Jekyll & Hyde.
You shot a silver bullet.

You've made me go all shadow kiss and shadow bliss.
You've made me go all horny beast and fiery temper.
You've made me go all doll and clay for you to play.
You've made me, again, a lover.

And now when I look in the mirror, the mirror looks back at me...

[GuyByThePond]

Ann Esia - episode 2

 « Ngnnf ! »
Ann would like to cry, but the gag impedes her. Her eyes are tearing.
She’s pilloried. Naked, hindered head and hands, her croup offered.
I just inserted a huge dildo in her ass, that I make come and go slowly, putting inside out the fragile skin of her rectum.
I love to distend her anus, be it with my cock, another one’s, or some object.
“I’m going to ravage your ass, little whore”

("you've got a new message". The reader shudders. Her nipples get erect – a good thing she’s naked. She sits in front of her PC, curious, her thighs opened slightly. It’s nice to feel the fresh contact of the chair against her bum.)

I got hooked by the game. Ann has proved a very docile slave. I took care of her, in return she followed me in all sexual frenzies I could have.
At first, i twas me and her : I made her wear things, say words, take poses that made me horny.
I especially liked seeing her naked, a fine gilded chain circling her waist, Jimmy Choo slippers on her feet, and a dog necklace around her throat. I made her squat in the room, her thighs spread, and I told her to wank while fucking her face. Then she had to rub her tits with the sperm and saliva that dripped from her mouth.

(The reader begins to look at the words on the screen, her inner camera is on. She feels her pussy getting wet. While reading, she starts touching herself, making her clit roll between her fingers.)

I seize one of the perfumed candles in the cellar. The smell of musk which fills the atmosphere is heady. Delicately, I drop some melted wax on the buttocks of my bitch.
"Ngnnnn !"
A new sensation joins the intense anal penetration. The brain of my whore is soaked in an electric flow of frenzied neurotransmitters. She does not know anaymore if it’s pain or pleasure. She does not know anymore if she’s in the cellar or the illusion some malignant demiurge created.

(The words are heating her retina, her vagina. The reader squares her legs open against the table of the PC. She tips over her croup forwards, no hole barred. She puts her fingers in her pussy she masturbates strongly. With her other hand, she spread her ass cheek to titillate her anus)

Porno chic was fitting. Ann was a beautiful woman with her marmoreal skin, her long dark hair, her heavy breasts, her plump buttocks, her long slender legs. I felt the urge to show, to share the object of my desire. One night, I took her to a swinger club. I made her wear a strapless dress over a fishnet with opened crotch. The place was like a night club. We took a table, near another couple that I judged to my taste. Him was in his prime, curly haired, looking well fed, her a short haired slim girl with small breasts. I ordered a bottle, and I struck up a conversation. His name was Frankie, hers was Pommy. We got on and joined an alcove.

(« Yes, master, I love to be your thing, to give way to your desires”. The reader has her hand in her pussy, glistening from wet juices she spreads on her little hole, in which she puts one finger, then two. She likes feeling her fingers touch through the slender anal wall. Her thighs are wide open. She fists her pussy, she fingerfucks her ass. She’d love her master to see her like this, to look at his cock getting hard while she touches herself).

I pull out the huge dildo from the ass of my whore. I spread her ass cheeks, which makes the distended hole palpitate. I slap her.
"Ngwaaah !"
« I’m going to fuck your ass silly, bitch ! But first… »
I put the remote at max level. The vibrating egg I put in her pussy sends tremors in her vagina. Ann raised her head, eyes bulging. The saliva accumulates behing her gag.
"Nglll !"
I drive her half crazy.

(« Shit, his story makes me horny ». The reader leaves the chair sticky with her juices. She rushes to her magic box, extirpates the gag she puts on frantically, takes her favorite dildo and settles down on her knees, on the bed, facing the wall. Pushing with one hand, she tightens all the muscles of her body, inserting the dildo in her dribbling pussy. She begins to move her basin, juicing both the device and her sheets.)

Ann is no more wearing her dress. On her knees, she’s giving Frankie a boobjob that makes his cock disappear between round mounds of flesh.
“Very nice ! »
Pommy is licking the anus of her companion, impaled on my dick. She goes in and out pushing on her legs. Her juices are glistening along my shaft, mingling with my pubic hair. From time to time, she contracts her vagina, sending a delicious jolt to my glans.
“You like my slave’s tits, Frankie ? »
To make Ann the object of another’s lust like this pleases me. But what I love the most is her total submission, her distraught look when I said “do as he tells you”.
“You… I … You’re sure ?” she said.
« Frankie won’t do to you anything I’ve not done already, things you like »
“Ok… Okay”. I loved how she shook her head.
And now, she’s gulping Frankie’s dick in her mouth.
"Slrrp".
it’s a big wet noise, like the one Pommy’s pounded pussy does.
« What a good slut ! ». Frankie is ecstatic.
« Wait until you fuck her ass »
"Ooooh !? I can’t wait to see that ". Pommy is panting.

(The reader is nothing more than a wet hole pounded by a dildo. She feels like a fountain. Her pussy, her clit are vibrating from a hundred, a thousand of little contractions. “Yes, master, make me cum”)

I rub my dick at pilloried Ann’s offered croup. It gets hard fast. I insert it easily, up to the balls, in her palpitating anus.
“Slut ! Your ass is swallowing my cock whole. Anybody can assfuck you raw now, you saw”
"Ngaaa !"
The feeling of my shaft in her rectum makes Ann hornier. She shakes her booty, sending good sensations in my dick, which is already titillated by the egg vibrations.
I focus on my assfucking her, taking pleasure in hearing the strangled sounds she makes. I feel the sperm rising in my balls.
"Ngouii". She really sound like a saw. I let my glans in her anus, and I wank my cock.
“You’re nothing more than a spermbag !"
She can fell my hand hitting her bum while I’m masturbating in her offered butthole, playing with my glans at the entrance of her sphincter.
She moans, which makes me hornier… Soon, a long spray of hot, sticky sperm floods her slutty ass.
Pssrp !
She squirts ! This bitch is squirting, her pussy spatters big drops of cyprin all over !

 (The reader has a powerful orgasm. Her juices are spattering abundantly on her sheets. Her legs wooble. She bites her lips.
« Master… » she pants).

Frankie is perched over Ann, his legs apart of her. Ann is laying, sticking her ass up. He’s assfucking her up to the hilt, one toe slipped in the mouth of my whore. Pommy’s spreading the butt cheeks of the girl offered to her man, licking her pussy from time to time. There must be some of my sperm in her mouth. After she impaled her pussy and her ass on my cock, Pommy had great pleasure in opening her mouth wide for me to spray all over her.
I look Ann in the eyes. She’s giving her ass to Frankie, her pussy to Pommy, for me… She would do anything for me. She knows I know it, and this bond knotted the debauchery of our fate…


(The reader is relaxing. Laying on her bed, she’s lasciviously spreading her legs. She plays a little with one of her breasts. With the other hand, she stirs on her lower lips, revealing the swollen clit. “I hope I’m making you hard, master…”)

[GuyByThePond]

Thistle lady - episode 2: a horny poem
Jane was waiting at the door.
"It looks like you managed to cheer our lady's spirit ! Thank you for this master. It's been too long we've not heard laughter behind these walls" 
She's got a cute smile.
"Aye ! I nearly had my head chopped off ! Your queen has some temper."
She laughs "We're not like these christians south that think women are inferior beings, only good to make babies and transmit lands. We've got the blood of the picts in our veins, the wisdom of keldas, the fiery heart that forged claymore. We're no toothless cats, bard"
I did not realize she had a dagger at her belt, and now she's fingering it.
"But we know how to be sweet with the right lad too" She's all honey now. 
We climb stairs. Jeez, this place will be the death of me !
"Aye master ! T'is your room... Are you all right ?"
I'm panting. "Yes dear. Just give me time to find my breath again"
"You're tired already ? And me who hoped you had stamina..."
Uh oh... I don't know how she will tell the tale to her queen, but I sense danger here.
"Jane. I am healthy as a bull. It's just I'm better with horizontal displacements."
"Horizontal ?! I know some such moves I could show you !"
What have I said !
She pulls up her white blouse, showing me her white bum.
"There ! Why don't you horizontal me with that pipe in your pants. Maybe you'll make me sing songs of love"
"Let me give you the tune."
I'm behind her. I get my cock out of my breeches and I start to rub it between her thigs. I fondle her perky tits, made horny by her straightforward manners.
"I get it bard. Now sheathe your music instrument in my pussy and make me sing !"
And now I'm humping Jane standing. She's got a lovely voice. I give her a poem she punctuates nicely with her moans.
“As we vibe,                                                   (hmmm)
I slip and slide                                                (ooooh)
into your in-slide                                            (yes !)
and slide deep inside                                      (deeper !)
till our bodies coincide,                                   (c’mon)
as one, we ride the rising tide.                        (that’s it !)
As we vibe,                                                     (again)
I show you a different side,                             (give it to me !)
of your insides,                                               (I can feel it)
from me being inside.                                     (Your hard cock !)
Our physical interaction                                  (In my pussy)
guides the chemical reaction                           (filling me)
that touches your soul                                    (thrusting in)
and blows your mind.                                     (so good !)
Our bodies confide,                                         (make me cum !)
in each ours confines,                                      (yes !)
until we find,                                                   (YES !)
supreme satisfaction of a different kind...”       (Oooooooh)
My hands on her waist, I thrust one last time when she climaxes, filling her pussy with my cum…
“Thank you, bard. I needed a good rock’n’roll. Now have your rest and prepare yourself for supper.”

[GuyByThePond]

(02-06-2017, 09:21 PM)Cath Wrote: What do you mean by two extremes?! #triggered #not

If you draw a line "how alien me occidental I feel in this asian country", where left is min and right is max:

• Philippines is on the far left
  
• Japan is on the far right
  
• Thailand is in the middle 
  

Just my opinion though 

[GuyByThePond]

Ann Esia - Episode 3
 « Hu ! Hu ! Hu ! »
« Yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Ann is on all four, going back and forth along a double dildo. Pommy is on the other side, in the same pose. Around them, guys are wanking, some a few centimeters from their faces. It reeks of lust. Our whores are performing a great show.
 
We reach the farm.
« Good morning Robert »
« Good morning sir »
“How are you ?”
“Fine, fine. Would you fancy a drink ?”
« My pleasure ! »
Robert is a local farmer. I like to go at his place for fresh vegetables, or for the pâté he may have done. He’s not young anymore, but he s a strength of nature. And his products are delicious. I also like his wife Raymonde. Her huge tits, her large ankles, her rustic vice. Many times, I humped her on the living room table, fucking hard her old wizened pussy. At times, life in the country is boring, and Robert likes to share.
 
(The reader feels so hot. She’s playing with a dildo, made horny more by the insults the bloke she found on MnF tells her then by the pounding her avatar is taking. Her thoughts are drifting towards Anne, the way her master humiliates her. At times she’d like to be her.)
 
Ann loves to be shown like a prize cow, a sextoy for lusty guys… Always under my watch, my eyes both benevolent and perverse. When our eyes meet, she shudders and squirts on the stage the two bitches are dildoing each other. The guys cheer !
“You saw how the whore jizzed ?!”
“Yeah ! She loves all these hard cocks !”
« Wait for my sperm on her face ! »
 
Ann, Robert and I are around the living room table. Raymonde is cooking a little something while we sip some gentian. Robert cannot refrain from looking at Ann. Her marmoreal beauty is somewhat out of place in this modest and warm room.
“You like her, Robert ?”
He runs his tongue over his big hairy lips.
I look at Ann. She tilts her head. « Take his cock in your mouth »
Anne kneels down and undoes Robert's belt. She extirpates his huge smeeling dick from his soiled pants, then she begins to lick the shaft.
She delicately tops the head of the monstrous dick and takes it slowly in her mouth. The taste is very strong, earthy.
Robert drinks in one gulp what’s left of his gentian, then he puts his huge hands apart the head of my so beautiful slave.
“Ngnnnnf!”
He makes her swallow his cock whole, half choking her.
Ann feels the giant cock filling her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She could retch.
There is wetness between her legs now, as she feels the weight of my eyes on her, made horny by her mouth stretched by Robert’s assault.
 
(The reader thinks again of Ann’s story. Her humiliation, again and again. Some images come back, printed over the naughty words the mickey is texting on chat, over the filled holes of her avatar. She dildoes herself more forcefully, her pussy full of tremors)
 
The circle of guys is going frantic. The two girls are starting to suck, to wank dicks while dildoing together. Pommy is encouraging them.
“Go on, pigs ! We want hot sperm all over their faces, their bodies, everywhere !”
Some are already cumming, made too horny by the show
 
“You love my Robert’s big cock, don’t you, little whore !”
Ann has her back laid over the table. Her head is suspended, upside down. She’s being facefucked by the peasant.
“Ngaaaa !”
Raymonde joined us. She has oiled her hand, and she fists my slave’s pussy. I’m just behing Raymonde, I pulled off her white, old panty to finger her. With the other hand, I’m massaging one of her big flaccid boob that jumped out of her blouse. Ann’s tits are infinitely better, but I want to please our hosts. And the muffled cries of my beauty, the sight of her pussy pulled apart by Raymonde’s hand, make me so horny.
« I feel you getting hard, bastard ! You like how we work out your little slut ? »
As she says this, Robert’s wife spreads one giant asscheeck, revealing a brown and hairy butthole I know he’s welcoming.
“Take my ass while my man fucks your whore !”
 
 
(The reader is in a maelstrom. She hears hers master whisper words as hot as her pussy to her ears. The mickey is full throttle, he rams a huge dick in her avatar’s ass calling her names. The live ember makes the dildo a firebrand. “Fuck ! So good… »)
 
It’s going bukkake. The two girls are on their knees, open mouthed. They’re being cummed on the face, the eyes, the hair, the tongue, in throat. The boobs too, for my beauty. The dozen of guys are covering them in a white sticky gooey smelly liquid. It reeks of animals on heat. Ann and Pommy are kissing each other, swapping sperm.
 
I slide my cock in Raymonde’s ass, kneading her big heavy tits. The frump, she’s seen so many dicks, it reels in by itself. She crushes her mouth on my amnesic princess’, who’s been turned around by Robert so he can hump with his huge shaft the pussy dilated by the fist of her wife. Ann’s crying, strangling screams, a lamb among lusty wolves, but under her veil of tears, she knows I’m here.
This thought makes my dick twitch in Raymonde’s welcoming ass, that I ram with renewed vigor.
“Go on, pig ! Fuck my ass deep and good !” the old hag belches.
My cum gushes out, filling her anus with sperm, that drips out slowly when I get out, as Raymonde spreads with glee a big asscheek to make way for my juice.
Her husband follows, his cum oozing from the bullied pussy of Ann. As he pulls out his dick with a wet “plop”, a pool of sperm is growing under the table.
 
(The reader bites her lips. The reader can’t stop dildoing her pussy. The reader cums and says “I want more”. The reader is looking for a master that could take, treat, fuck her. The reader is panting.)

[GuyByThePond]

Ann Esia - Episode 4
 « Ready ? »
« I don’t know »
Mary is shivering a little.
I open the doors.
Ann is on her knees. She’s blowing the big dick of Serge. This guy is from Cameroon. His ebony dick is stuffing the mouth of my bitch, who’s wanking strongly Frankie and Mélanie.
“Hi Ian ! Who’s this new whore of yours ?”
Frankie’s curious, as always. He’s my german twin : he loves good words and good meat.
“I made them very horny master. Your friend will be glad”.
Ann, dear Ann. Your alabaster skin, your long black hair, your big comfy tits, always caring for my pleasure and my friends’…

I met Mary recently. She loves fucking, but she’s not satified with her boyfriend. I know this tune. So, we made friends, with benefits. I’ve set up a little party for her.

Mary sits her blond hairless pussy on the big white sofa. She’s young. She’s got a firm bosom. Her ass, her pussy squeeze tigthly, deliciously the dicks you put in her.
I whisper to her ear: “Are you ready lil’ bitch ?”.
Without a word, she impales herself on Serge’s huge dick. Her pussy’s filled. Frankie, true to himself, comes astride, behind my young whore to pound her ass seriously.
Mélanie’s left a hole to stuff. She gives Mary her cock. She’s a tahitian tranny. She was raised like a girl (the réré). Her delicate features, the ribs she removed, her perfect yet artificial tits, they make boys lusty, even when she shows her shaft, like now. She grabs Mary’s head to make her gulp it whole.
Ann has my dick in her hand.
“It looks like your bitch is enjoying this, master. Is she as naughty as I am ?”
I’m thinking of my new friend. How she puts fingers in her pussy while I was pounding her ass. We made each other very horny, my sperm filling her rectum, her hand sticky with cum.
Mary’s going full DP. She takes it like a champ’. She feels like the whorest, her holes filled by nasty cocks.
Serge’s dick is glistening with juices, Mélanieés with saliva. Frankie’s spreading wide the asscheeks of the little bitch to slide his dick balls deep in her ass. You can hear his bollocks slap.
My dick is getting bigger, harder in Ann’s hand. She rubs the head, playing with the persperm that oozes from my horny glans.
“There is somebody else I want you to meet, Ann”

Mary’s chum lacks imagination. So, I’ve got to provide for the both of them. Luckily, she knew how to whisper some nasty things to him. And I’ve got some myself…

We are in a room next to where the orgy goes on. The young man is standing, blindfolded, a ball gag in his mouth, hands tied behind his back. He’s teary eyed, moaning muffled cries. He does not understand what’s going on. He came with Mary, and as soon as he were there he got knocked out.
« Ann, this is Hughes. Make him comfortable. You were in his place after all ». I hush to my fave slave, to spare the effect of surprise.
Ann goes on her knees, then she takes the youth’s sex in her mouth, slowly, tenderly.
"Ngnnnf!" 
I crouch just behind my beautiful sucker, then I slide a finger in her pussy, whispering in her ear « I know you could make him cum in no time, but we’ve got a surprise to set up, so make it last… And I’d like to feel your juices on my fingers ».
Ann, submissive, is very sweet. She tongues his the glans a little, she plays with his uretra, she massages his balls and shaft. Whatever, the poor lad’s got a hard job getting hard.
“You’re a good girl, Ann, bravo”. I go on whispering, fingering her pussy.
Between my encouragements, my hand and the kid’s cock hardening in her mouth, Ann’s getting wet like a fountain. She moans between every lick.
 
It looks like this chum needs to learn a few tricks. I’m less concerned with this little hottie that’s Mary, but I wonder how far she can go.
 
Ann and I we stand up quietly. I put my wet fingers in my mouth. Ann is delicious. Each of us, we take an arm of Hughes. His cock is fully erect now.
"Mgfff ?" 
We get the boy in the living room. The configuration has changed, even if Mary’s still the center of everyone’s care. Serge holds her, his huge cock ramming her ass. Frankie, standing, is pounding her pussy.
“Oh, yes ! Fuck me ! Fill my holes, bastards ! »
Mélanie is rubbing her cock against Serge’s hairy ass, while pinching, slapping the firm tits of my little bitch.
She sees the strange trio Ann, Hughes and I are. A carnivorous smile stretches her lips.
I nod, removing Hughes’ blindfold.
"Mmmmf ?!"
He sees Mary being fucked, fucked in her pussy, fucked in her ass. He sees her holes being filled, asking, begging for more.
He opens wide amazed eyes. A drop of pre oozes from his glans.
“So, you like to watch your girlfriend being humped like a whore ? You’ve not seen nor felt anything yet kiddo.”
 
Mary want to play the game. Full throttle. She told me secret fantasies, suggested burning scenarii. She is hot as ember. I owe her a little party.
 
« Wank him, Ann » I say kissing my beautiful, amnesic princess.
Meanwhile, Mélanie put herself behind Hughes. She kneels. She starts a rimjob, introducing her agile tongue in his maidenlike anus.
“Serge ! I think you’ve made her asshole wide enough. Let her for me and have your way with Ann ».
Ann and I we get closer. Ann goes on all four on the couch, spreading her asscheeks. She shows her butthole to the guys.
« Lay on the couch Frankie. And you, Mary, impale yourself on his dick… No, in the ass !”
Frankie’s laid near Ann. Then Mary sits herself, guiding my friend Frankie’s dick between her reddened buttocks. Ann is delicately kissing the little blonde, while Serge slides his throbbing dick in the ass of the black haired girl. It goes in smoothly, even if Ann moans a little “gasp” when the big glans of the Cameroon guy passes the sphincter.
I enjoy the show before joining. Mélanie is something ! She’s standing now. Grabbing Hughes’s ankles, she’s assfucking him.
"Mgnnnf!" 
Good he’s got the gag. He would squeal so much otherwise. Nonetheless, Mélanie knows how to handle this kind of defloration. It’s her little weakness…
Now I’m facing Mary’s ass. She’s got Frankie’s cock deep inside, spreading her buttocks. I guide my dick with my hand… I rub my glans on her opened asshole, on the dick of my pal…
Mary encourages us.
« C’mon! Ram my ass ! Pound me with your big dicks guys ! »
Frankie’s still while I’m pushing in. I don’t have to force too much : Serge’s coc kwas there. For that matter, I hear Ann’s moans. She’s looking me when I assfuck Mary who’s asking for more.
We are animals in heat.
Hughes does not miss a scrap, even with Mélanie’s cock in his ass.
“You love that, don’t you, pigs ?! You want to cum and jizz ?! Then let’s all finish in Mary’s pussy ! »
I wonder what Hughes’s thinking of his girlfriend now. We’re playing big here. But I’m only the executioner. Of Low, very Low Work.
We lay Mary on the couch. Ann goes head to tail with her so she can nib her clit.
Serge is the first. On his knees, he puts the little bitch’ thighs up, and he humps her carelessly.
“Oh yes ! I can feel your cock filling me !”
As he was on the verge after assfucking Ann, he cums in no time.
“There, biatch ! Take my load ! »
As he pulls out, a pretty big quantity of sperm oozes from Mary’s pussy.
“I hope there is some room left for me” laughs Frankie.
He’s the nice guy. He fucks Mary voluptuously, goin’ in and out slowly, letting Mary enjoy Ann’s strokes. By the way, Mary’s licking Ann’s pussy now.
Frankie cums. When he removes his dick, he takes advantage of Ann’s mouth for a little cleansing.
Mary’s got her face drenched in my slave’s juices, who starts her licking again when Mélanie comes next to fuck Mary’s pussy. I love to watch her humping a girl, the way her firm tits move, the way she closes her eyelashes when she comes…
Poor Hughes is eyes wide open. All these dicks in the cunt of his girlfriend…
“My turn now, kiddo. Watch and remember”.
I slide my dick in the gaping, sperm filled pussy of Mary. The feeling’s rather nice. I look at Ann that looks my dick throbbing in the little bitch’ pussy. She cums in Mary’s mouth as she guesses what’s coming next. I feel myself getting bigger, harder. There is a surge from my balls to the top of my cock. Now it’s me spurting in Mary. When I pull out, the sperm trickles. Mine, Serge’s, Frankie’s, Mélanie’s… My cock is so sticky.
Mary moans a looooong moan.
“Clean this, Ann”
She swallows my dick. She wolves down all these different sperms.
Hughes now. I position him facing the open thigs of our blond slut. His dick is twitching. I think he wants her so bad…
“Not you. Wank him, Ann”
She grabs his cock. She massages it slowly, tonguing his glans. Then she goes faster, directing his shaft at Mary’s mound of Venus.
"Ngggnnn" 
A powerful spray of sperm is spreading all over his girlfriend’s smooth pussy.
 
« You enjoyed the party ? » Low Work executioner, yet I have to know how I fulfilled my duties. Mary’s got a big grin... Hughes… He’s in another world…

[GuyByThePond]

A dear friend asked for a cop story, so here it is.

Notice: the cop character is inspired from True Detective season 2 (HBO, 2015), hence the title.

TRUE DETECTIVE

The eagle is gliding in the sky of the californian desert. The rising sun is helping him, heating the air, making for some nice updrafts. He can feel it in his feathers, how the fire ball is making the earth under it an oven. Eyes sharpened by the hunger, the bird of prey looks at the fast moving red rumbling speck. It rides the black ribbon that scars the sand, its tail made of dust.

In the car, Cindy is sweating. It’s more than the desert heat.
“What did they give me ? Why am I feeling so hot ? Focus girl !”
Her eyebrows are wet, she wants to blink… But she can’t. They must be on her trail. She has to drive fast, straight to the city ; she’ll find help there.

The highway cop is hidden behind the shadow of a rock. He’s sat on his motorbike, enjoying this feeling of being alone in the world… Then he hears Cindy’s car coming, he sees it drive by. He doesn’t bother to use his portative radar. This one is going way too fast ! With a kick and an expert twist of his wrist, the cop makes the silver horse jump on the asphalt. 

Now, there is another speck following the red one. It makes strange lights and sounds. It’s like it’s soothing the other, making it go slower, its tail disappearing. The distance between the two is closing.

Cindy sees the lights in the rearviewmirror, hears the whoop of the police siren. Is her mind tricking her ? It could be a fading memory of the night… No ! It’s a highway patrol cop ! Thanks god…
She stops. She sighs. She hopes she’s safe now. 
Cindy looks at the approaching cop in her mirror. Oh god, he’s hot ! He’s tall, with large shoulders. His tight outfit molds him nicely. His helmet, his sunglasses give him a touch of mystery… 
“What am I thinking of ? Girl ! It’s not the time to indulge into such fantasies ! »

« Okay, it looks like this citizen just forgot there are speed limits ». But the cop won’t take a chance. Never again. So, gun in hand, safety on, he closes on the stopped car. Long black hair, a rather small frame. It must be a woman.
“Please, open your window and put your hands on the steering wheel”.
The driver does what he’s told. The cop relaxes a little bit, a tiny little bit. He does not point his gun anymore, and he scans the car. 
Yes, it’s a girl. She must be in her late twenties. She’s rather cute, with a snub nose, full lips, high cheekbones… But she looks… She’s dressed with a little red top to make her bosom jump in your face, and her leather skirt looks… short… She’s disheveled, she breathes heavily… Is she coming back from a party ? But there is no club around…
Looks like a simple reminder of the law will be enough. Maybe a check for drugs…

A gust of wind makes the eagle soar higher in the sky. Far away, there is another, bigger speck coming. It goes fast, very fast. The dust plume it’s leaving behind is like a nascent desert storm.

Cindy hears the cop say something about papers…She’s in such a haze… She stole the car ! She could laugh hysterically… Her, the hot cop, no paper, finding an “arrangement”… Why is she thinking of this cheap porn story ?... There are killers on the road !...
« Officer… please… we’re in danger… the both of us… they’re coming for me… »
Then she sees the big Audi in the rearviewmirror… The sound of tires screeching as they brake… She feels her heart pounding in her throat…

At first, the cop thought she was high, but he knows the smell of fear… He knows it since his days in Iraq… So, when he hears the audi, he changes sides, putting the red car between him and the newcomers, his gun hidden, safety off… He can’t see who’s in… The front passenger door opens and a big guy gets off, but they’ve not stopped the engine… This car is facing them, he could ram them easily… Are there rules of engagement for such a situation ?.
Big guy, hands up, says with a thick Russian accent “Please officer, let us handle this now. Our boss daughter wanted a ride”. There is something in his eyes… Razor sharp reflexes kick in…
The cop shouts to the girl “head down”; he makes a sidestep on the right while pointing his gun two handed; then he shoots three bullets along a vertical line where the driver’s head could be. He needs an instant kill so this car does not become a problem.
The big guy ducks. The Audi back seat door opens, making a shield for a new assailant. He’s got a shotgun. 
The cop has no clear line of sight on that one, but as he turns around the red car, he puts one (random body part to choke him) then two bullets (headshot to finish him) in the big guy. Shotgun man shatters the windows of the red car. The cop has an opening while he’s pumping his rifle. He closes in… There… Before the shotgun nuzzle can be on him, the cop unloads his gun… The 5 left bullets of his S&W 4006 in a grouped fire to crash the window and put the man down… “Oof !”… At least one hit… Reloading while checking the man behind the open door… He’s trying to stop the blood from a neck injury, red bubbles foaming from his mouth… 

The eagle sees the strange dance of steel and fire the silver headed man is dancing between the specks. Such thundering sounds he makes. But the predator in him appreciates how he moves smoothly, mercilessly, from prey to prey.

Cindy has ducked as soon as the cop spoke… She hears so much detonations… She feels the shattered glass all over her body… Her heart is beating way too loud, her blood is pumping way too fast… Then there is silence… She lifts her head… The cop is standing near the Audi who rumbles slowly… She can’t see well because of the open door, but it’s like he’s… Aiming at somebody ?... Then another shoot… She starts crying… What’s happening ? Who is this guy ? This cold blooded killer... Oh no, now his shaded eyes are on her… His looming presence casts such a big shadow…

The adrenalin in his veins is still high… The cop has a quick look at the driver through the opened back door… Not a move, the headrest is bloody… Time flows normally again now… He’s going to check on the girl… She’s got tears in her eyes… Makes him think of his Iraqi princess… She was so scared too… “Miss ?” he says softly, removing his sunglasses, putting the gun back in his holster. « It’s over now. No more shooting. No more killing… Please, get out of the car, there is glass everywhere. » The girls does as she’s told… Looks like she’s not hurt… He takes her in his arms… He combs her hair… “Ouch ! Shit !”… He’s got cut by a shard of glass…

His arms are… comforting. Reassuring. There is something soothing in him breathing a calm breath… Cindy can’t help a smile when she hears this… warrior… swear for a tiny cut. “Let me see”. She takes his hand in hers. So strong, yet delicate. There is a trickle of blood oozing from his index finger… She puts it in her mouth, sucking on it gently … During a fleeting moment, she feels like lava again… Then awkwardness kicks in… “Sorry officer ! I can’t think straight… They gave me a drug of sorts… Pure ecstasy I think… I feel so hot” Cindy’s eyes widen. She puts her hands to her mouth. “Oh no, what am I saying ?!”.

The cop can’t help laughing… It eases the tension between them… but with the adrenalin rush, how she wrapped her tongue around his finger, what she said just… echo… “What’s your name ? Who were these guys ?”

“My name is Cindy. I’m a reporter. I’m on the trail of some big corruption affair. Managed to get myself invited to a « party ». Russian mobs and officials from Vinci town together. The party went… wild”. The lights, the naked bodies, the moaning sounds hit back at her… Oh god, she’s feeling so fucking horny… And this police uniform is so… tight… She shakes her head. “I managed to find some files… I escaped… But somebody saw me… It looks like that pissed him off very bad”. She looks at him in the eyes… He’s got beautiful green eyes, not hard at all… Rather… “Sorry, but I must remove my clothes. It’s too hot. And I’m dressed like a slut. And I don’t want any more of this glass on me”

The cop opens wide eyes. She’s actually stripping in front of him ! Shaking her hair, her body like it would remove the shards ! Now he’s the one feeling hot and awkward. He removes his helmet, putting it on the roof of the red car, as a futile attempt to look another way… She’s got this fit yet curvy body, this raven hair that makes arabesques as she flies it, this cute snub nose marked by absent glasses… She’s in simple, black smallclothes… Yet she’s the most erotic thing he’s seen in ages… Blood races in him now, because he killed, because it’s her… He knows he’s hard… And she knows it too…

Cindy sees the nice bulge in the cop’s pants… She wants to touch it, to feel it… She wants to wrap his cock in her hand while she kisses his thin lips, while their tongues play together… She is a purring cat… She comes near him… She puts her hands on his broad shoulders, his firm torso… Now she rips off his shirt, she plays with the hair on his chest, his nipples… She’s rubbing her crotch at his… “I want you man !”

The cop’s body is so sensitive with the adrenalin in his veins… Her caress send jolts all over him… He actually FEELS the heat radiating from Cindy’s pussy… Right now he can’t think of anything else… How he’d like to be in this warm place between her legs… He kisses her with passion… He feels her hand opening the zip of his pants, pulling out his rock hard cock… His own hand gets in her panty… So wet, so hot… His dick twitches… Cindy squeezes his meat… He feels juices flooding…

The dance is even stranger now in the eagle’s eyes. It’s like the two humans are making one animal with two backs now. They’re standing, the woman her back against the red speck, her head looking in the sky, her legs opened and maintained by the man who moves between them, his head hidden in the neck of the girl. And they’re making such loud noises.

The sun is hot, the car is hot, the cop’s body is hot, his cock between her legs is hot. Cindy clings to the man. She’s feeling so alive now, so good. With every thrust of his sex, she feels her heart pumping blood in her veins. She rejects her head back, moaning, crying. When the cop cums, a powerful surge of pleasure hits her. It’s like flying, like being this eagle she sees high in the sunny sky…

The cop is a little dizzy. It was so good to feel alive after brushing death. And Cindy… There is something in this girl. He has to help her.
« Okay Cindy. Put something on. I’m going to give you a ride. »