Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

"Oh yes!" Malcolm gasped as he continued making love to Karen on the pool table. Ecstasy had started to build in her loins, but at this pace, judging by his face, gasping, and movements, Malcolm would come before she did. She wanted to keep things going if he petered out.

She again glanced at the staircase, glad to find Deputy Green still there watching them. Karen waved and beckoned to her to join them. Then she returned her attention to making love with Malcolm, moving her hips to maximize the sensations they shared.
 
Constantine tries to picture what meal would consist of things called bangers and mash.

"Bangers and mash?" he asks quizzically of Ian.

To Chrissy he replies, "It vould geeve me great pleesure to teach you tradeetional Russian recipes." "I mees good Russian food."

"Many recipes common in eastern Europe. Perhaps de Meestress of dees estate vould get pleasure from some of dem too."
 
"Oh yes!" Malcolm gasped as he continued making love to Karen on the pool table. Ecstasy had started to build in her loins, but at this pace, judging by his face, gasping, and movements, Malcolm would come before she did. She wanted to keep things going if he petered out.

She again glanced at the staircase, glad to find Deputy Green still there watching them. Karen waved and beckoned to her to join them. Then she returned her attention to making love with Malcolm, moving her hips to maximize the sensations they shared.

Unsure what Karen expected, Cathy stepped forward behind Malcolm and out of his line of sight. Running one finger down his spine, she squeezed his buttocks as he continued to plow into Karen.
 
Malcolm felt the fingers slide up his back and then his ass get squeezed. He jumped slightly at the unexpected touch, his cock sliding in deep. He turned his head and smiled at the naked officer as she touched him. For the moment, he would let her choose her own speed to join them. He smiled down at the lovely Karen, lifting her just a bit. "Why not tell the officer what you need?"
 
I pull away from Michele, putting my body a mere inch away from her reach. My eyes drop to the swollen nipples protruding from Michele’s breasts. A hunger still burning deep within me, even more than the one that is burning within Michele, at least I believe so, even if Michele’s orbs and begging tone of voice indicated that she was burning up as well.

I let this hunger of hers and mine, burning a little longer, allowing the lack of contact to drive the desire deeper within us, but I lost this train of thought once more when the door opened and the Big Russian tossed his dirty clothes into the room and opinionated that ensure they get into the laundry. My anger flared, killing the moment.

“That’s it, I’m just not in the mood.” I voice as I reach up and unbound Michele’s wrist. “Sorry, Maybe someday we can get the privacy, well on second thought that won’t happen.” I voice as I back away from her and the cross. I leave the other hand bound giving me the time to dart out of the room. My mind planning the route that I want to take to get back to the room that Michele and I had our first erotic moments.

Michele finally manages to unbuckle her right hand and exits the playroom. She sees Karen, Mary, and Malcolm enjoying a threesome on the pool table. As tempting as that is, she sets her mind on her immediate priority: reassuring Alysa that she can find comfort, even joy, remaining here as part of Josephine's staff. Heading up the curving staircase, she starts hunting Alysa throughout the huge house.
 
"It vould geeve me great pleesure to teach you tradeetional Russian recipes," Constantine declares. "I mees good Russian food. Many recipes common in eastern Europe. Perhaps de Meestress of dees estate vould get pleasure from some of dem too."

"Well, I already make a mean pierogi," Chrissy claimed. "And my łazanki is to die for. What I really want to master is czernina."

She turned to Ian and explained. "That's duck blood soup."
 
“I’m going to come, Mistress,” Dawn gasped as Carl’s contrivance caused her and Josephine’s clitorises to rub together in effortless tribadism, even as it filled them. “Please... please come with me!”

“Yes, Dawnie!” Josephine replied breathlessly. “Let me hear it! Come loudly.... I’ll come with you!!!”

"Okay!" Dawn cried as her hips started to buck rapidly upon the strap-on dildo Prince Carl wore adjacent to his real organ, making her clitoris rub all the more quickly against Josephine's. "Okay... Fuck! I'm coming... Holy fuck... I'm coming!!!"
 
Sweet Duet



“Fuck!” Dawn cried out in ecstacy as the rapidly increasing pace of her hips bucking caused her clitoris to rub all the more quickly against Josephine’s. “I’m coming... Holy fuck... I’m coming!!!”

“Oh yes!” Josephine screamed in reply as the added stimulation to her clit combined with Carl’s thrusting penis and the knowledge that Dawn climaxed on top of her to send her to the pinnacle of pleasure. “Me too! Oh... God! Me too....”

 
"What I really want to master is czernina," Chrissy told Constantine. Then she turned to Ian to explain. "That's duck blood soup."

"If that's meant to impress or intimidate me, Dearie," Ian chuckled kindly. "You needn't have bothered. I grew up in Solihull. I was practically weaned on black pudding."
 
"Why not tell the officer what you need?" Malcolm suggested to Karen as her arched his back, lifting her a bit.

"I..." Karen gasped with pleasure. "I need... If Mary is to join... I need to be on top...."
 
"I grew up in Solihull," Ian proclaimed. "I was practically weaned on black pudding."

"Ugh... English cuisine!" Chrissy responded. "She turned back to Constantine. "Is there some favorite Russian delicacy you can teach me to make. Remember, around here, money is watched, but is of little concern where quality meals are concerned."
 
Malcolm smiled down at the lovely Karen as she spoke her words. He thrust his cock a few more times into her, enjoying the sensation, but taking that short break should be helpful too. Slowly pulling his hard manhood out of Karen's tight pussy, it hung with her wetness as he took a step back from her and offering his hand to her to help her to stand. "Direct away."
 
"Direct away," Malcolm told Karen as he offered his hand to help her climb down from the pool table. She appreciated it, feeling a little unsteady on her feet from pausing their lovemaking so abruptly so that Mary could join in. Once she stood beside them and caught her breath, Karen patted Malcolm on the bottom and said: "Lay down on the table face up."

She then turned to Mary. "Now that I think about it, I think you should take over with Malcolm, so I can show you what I want you to do when it's my turn again."

Smiling, she added with a wink: "Ride`m, cowgirl!"
 
"Black pooding I have heard of," adds Constantine, "Eet sounds very good." "I teenk I could like Eengleesh cooking."

"Russian cooking ees about seemple foods dat anyone vould eat. I teenk Eeenglish cook same vay."

"Vat ees very popular een Russia ees Napoleon. I have seen eet here. You call eet vanilla or custard slice. Een Russia eet has more layers and top ees covered een pastry crumbs. Eet ees patriotic food to celebrate defeat of French een Great Patriotic War of 1812."

"My mamochka made eet many times."
 
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"Ride`m, cowgirl!" Karen suggested to Mary with a wink and a grin. Despite her recent and overwhelmingly satisfying orgasm with Constantine, the circumstances and Karen's innocent enthusiasm for them instantly aroused Mary.

Mary waited until Malcolm had settled back onto the felt surface of the pool table. Then she climbed up onto it herself. Straddling his hips, she looked him directly in the eyes and smiled sweetly as she lowered herself toward his waiting erection.
 
Malcolm smiled at the lusty police officer. While he was quite sure that she had been fucked a bit earlier, she seemed ready for another round. He helped her to position himself, his cock wet and glistening from Karen's pussy just a second ago. He wondered what she had planned.

His cock twitched as it came close to Mary's pussy before finally sliding into her. One hand squeezed her large breast as he felt every inch of his cock slide into her pussy. Inch after glorious inch, and it felt so very good.

Now he waited to see what Karen would be doing.
 


“Fuck!” Dawn cried out in ecstacy as the rapidly increasing pace of her hips bucking caused her clitoris to rub all the more quickly against Josephine’s. “I’m coming... Holy fuck... I’m coming!!!”

“Oh yes!” Josephine screamed in reply as the added stimulation to her clit combined with Carl’s thrusting penis and the knowledge that Dawn climaxed on top of her to send her to the pinnacle of pleasure. “Me too! Oh... God! Me too....”


Carl loved hearing the ecstatic cries of the two women and he plunged deeply inside both of them as the threshed about in the throes of bliss.

However as they began to come down off their high he got a wicked little grin and again pushed down hard against Dawn's ass and began to fuck the two of them hard and deep, going faster and faster.

"What did you think that one orgasm was enough ladies. Come now we all know you can do better than that," he groaned out.
 
"That sounds delightful!" Ian exclaimed after Constantine suggested he teach Chrissy the Russian version of Napoleon pastry. "Chrissy, you should make Beef Wellington for dinner tonight, to establish a theme."

"Oh, great idea!" Chrissy agreed. "Mistress loves themed dinners, especially on Saturday. Tonight's theme? 'Vive la France'?"

She looked back and forth between the two men for their reactions.
 
"Mistress loves themed dinners, especially on Saturday," Chrissy declared, looking back and forth between Ian and Constantine for their reactions.. "Tonight's theme? 'Vive la France'?"

"I suppose," Ian conceded somewhat grudgingly. "At least so long as I don't have to sing La Marseillaise."
 
Plenty for Everyone



“What?” Prince Carl Gustav groans. “Did you think that one orgasm was enough, ladies? Come now, we all know you can do better than that!”

Looking suggestively up into Dawns eyes, Josephine purrs. “If you haven’t come yet, Gussie, then do what you need to do. Dawn and I can handle whatever you can dish out.”

 
"Tonight's theme?" Chrissy proposed "'Vive la France'?"

"I suppose," Ian agreed with a hint of distaste. "At least so long as I don't have to sing La Marseillaise."

Chrissy giggled, then turned to Constantine. "What say you, Big Guy? Can you make the Napoleon pastry? Le jour de gloire est arrivé?"
 
"Tonight's theme?" Chrissy proposed "'Vive la France'?"

"I suppose," Ian agreed with a hint of distaste. "At least so long as I don't have to sing La Marseillaise."

Chrissy giggled, then turned to Constantine. "What say you, Big Guy? Can you make the Napoleon pastry? Le jour de gloire est arrivé?"

"Vat bake pastry!" Constantine exclaims, "Dat ees far from making syrniki." "I can cook vell but bakeeng vell ees beyond my rudimentary skills."

"Syrniki ees joost vat you call pancakes. I can make few deeshes with cabbage and my Borscht is acceptable. Boot I could not do justeece to Napoleon."
 
Malcolm fondled Mary's right breast as she settled down onto his erection, cowgirl style. Karen climbed up onto the pool table behind Mary and straddled Malcolm's legs. She kissed Mary's right shoulder while reaching around with her left hand to caress Mary's available left breast. Karen's right hand moved down between Mary's thighs, its middle finger finding her clitoris and rubbing it as she rode Malcolm.
 
"Did you think that one orgasm was enough, ladies?" Prince Carl Gustav asked as he left in Dawn the strap-on dildo he wore adjacent to his real organ, which remained in Josephine. "Come now, we all know you can do better than that!"

Looking down into Josephine's eyes, Dawn gave a knowing smile. They had been through many marathon sex sessions together, sometimes just the two of them, often with others. Dawn allowed her Mistress to reply for them both.

"If you haven’t come yet, Gussie," Josephine purred, almost mockingly. "Then do what you need to do. Dawn and I can handle whatever you can dish out'"

Overcome with the true love she felt for Josephine, Dawn lowered her head to kiss her passionately.
 
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