Secret sin

[de_valmont]

So cum, you greedy girl, make me all wet, forget your name. Give evidence of your lust to be taken and controlled.

Michel pushed his thumb in her tight rear hole and fastened her even more between him and the wall. He took one big thigh up on his other arm to make her even tighter.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Michel fell to his knees and began probing Lara's pussy with his tongue, tasting her sweet juice. His tongue found its way to her clitoris and he began licking it, sucking it and shifting his tongue to each side.

Lara moaned as her back trailed down the wall,and squatting. Her pussy wide open to her lover, he feasted. His tongue lapped her pussy lips, reaching her clit every time. His face wet from her, he inhaled her scent and her taste.

His fingers fucked her as his tongue vibrated her clit, taking her higher and higher until she plunged over the edge, screaming out with intense pleasure. Michel's face was soaked, his cock throbbing.

Lara's spasms tightened around Michel's finger as her pussy pushed against his face. She closed her legs around his head, him feeling every jolt he was responsible for.

 

[de_valmont]

"Will you proudly wear your seals, mare? Have I bound you forever, no matter if i have to renew your seals from time to time?"

Michel didn't need much moves with his fist to jizz all over her breast and belly, while he watched her still strong spasms and the lost smile and face expression he loved especially on her.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Lara held her Michel tightly, exhausted, as their bodies recovered from their highs.

Lara kissed Michel passionately, her heart beating against his.

 

[de_valmont]

He carried her curvy, baroque body to the vast bed and covered both of them with a blanket.

"You just speak through actions, I see. I will get used to it, because I love you."

 

[Sweet_Lara]

 

[de_valmont]

I thought Lara has some weight, wonderful curves, strong thighs. Michel loves every inch of her. It takes a strong man to carry her.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

kinda, but certainly strong enough to hold your head in place. you're such a sweetheart, strong man

 

[de_valmont]

.....

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Lara woke up groggy. She looked over and Michel was sitting by her bedside, his eyes trained on her.

He raised his hand and tapped her pussy with a feather duster. Lara wiggled at the tickle. Michel moved the duster and brushed it across her nipples. Lara moaned.

Michel persisted. Lara heard a door open. Three naked men walked in, much older than Michel, bellies heavy, and sat nearby in straight back chairs and started playing with their cocks.

Our audience is here, dear Lara, Michel said. It's time to begin.

 

[de_valmont]

Michel edged Lara with the tickling but also weirdly arousing duster for hours. Sometimes he would use it as a whip, mostly on her most vulnerable spots. The old men had come as often as they could and had fallen asleep, when finally Michel whispered "You're exclusively mine, Lara, and so is your orgasm." Lara would have screamed if there was any power left in her, but the weird and intense tickling orgasm shaked her whole body. After that, Michel made her dress her innocent dress and left with her for church and work.

Would she show she's his again, so willingly?

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Overcome with exhaustion from Michel's excessive sexual torment of her body, Lara climaxed, her body answering Michel's touch and his command.

She tried to dress herself but could not summon the strength. He had to dress her as she lay whimpering, recovering from an intense sexual release that was nearly unbearable at her weakened state.

She watched as he tended to her, covering her with her simple frock. No panties, no bra.

She reached out her hand to touch his face. He took her arm and fed it through the sleeve of her dress. She wanted his kiss in the worst way. She wanted his touch on her, anywhere, to let her know he still approved.

He took her by the hand, guided her to her feet, wrapped his arms around her waist and led her past the sleeping men and out the door.

 

[de_valmont]

He wanted to comfort her because he never meant to make her uncertain of herself and of his love. So he just took her up to carry her like a baby at his chest, kissing her face and hands and making her drink water all the way, with his free hand. "Do you regret what you did and made me do, now that you almost feel sick?"

 

[Sweet_Lara]

She snuggled her face into his chest, comforted by him and his affection. She felt so secure, so loved and wanted to be in his arms forever.

Her body recovering, her thoughts dared go to when they would be together next.

Her hunter, so fierce yet so tender. She would ride his bull cock fully, letting him play with her tits while she fondled his balls. And then they would look at each other, eyes wide open, and watch each other reach that glorious peak and orgasm.

 

[de_valmont]

"Why not take a ride home?"

 

[de_valmont]

Michel makes Lara's legs ride his hip bones, and it's clear that it's a good idea she has no underwear now in this position.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

She rides him, his cock fully inside her, and she rocks him. Her thighs pressed against his hips, her hands gripping the headboard allowing her to grind against him deeper. His hands busy on her breasts, grabbing them, fingering her nipples, then her buttocks, squeezing them.

 

[de_valmont]

His look in her eyes makes her feel he knows all her dirty desires and justifies them. He just sometimes looks round her beautiful way on his path. They are very slowly rising their arousal because this is a kind of entwined walk not a fuck. "Are you looking forward to being caught in this compromising position by a human walker?"

 

[Sweet_Lara]

You've taken me before in front of those old men watching lustfully, holding their fat cocks and spilling on themselves, she says, smiling, riding him slowly. So, what do you think, she asks, looking around

 

[de_valmont]

"I think and I know that you get even wetter at the thought, though I wonder where all this juice comes from."

 

[Sweet_Lara]

She reaches down, gathers some of the juice from her sex and feeds him with her fingers.

 

[de_valmont]

Again Michel's expression changed rapidly. He looked evil, malicious. If not for his still loving, warm looks, she would have felt more fear than lust now.

He dropped her on the floor, she felt like she had to flee him. Like a deer that's already nearly caught by its hunter.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Lara, naked and vulnerable, eyes wide and afraid, backed away from Michel as he glared at her.

She had fallen hard to the floor, landing legs open to his stare. Awkwardly, she scooted on her bum backward, using her arms and legs to get away from Michel, who watched her, fixated on her pussy. She was able to stand, turn and head for the door.

As she stopped to open the door, she felt a hand on her shoulder and then a hug around her waist. Michel pulled her tighter to him and she felt his hard cock press into her crack. And then he pressed it even farther into her crack.

He turned her around and gave her a forceful kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth. He pulled back and looked into her in the eyes.

Go young one, out the door. Run far and hide. I will be coming after you soon.

Lara, fearful, turned and made a mad dash out the door leaving him and his pirate smile behind.

 

[de_valmont]

It's cold outside, so she is shivering soon from the cold and her anxiety. She thinks she knows this is a play, and she feels still hot in anticipation of his rough invasion when he occupies her again, but ... she didn't come to know this part of him before. His face was so hard and greedy.

She runs as fast as she can in the desert, wild, rarely humanly visited part of the woods, her naked feet on the uneven ground. If he actually cares for her he will catch her soon, and so it is. His prey squeals while he throws her over his shoulder.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

She hears him coming fast behind her.

Part of her wants to stop. Her feet are cut from the ragged terrain. She is exhausted, afraid of him.

Yet, it's Michel, her lover who has taken her before. Yet that look in his eye. He wanted more from her. And what more could she give him that she already hadn't? He had marked her thighs with his seal.

She stopped and crouched behind the log and closed her eyes. And then felt the hand around her neck. Fancy finding you here, his voice deep. It's time we got to know another.

Michel scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder, his arm holding her firmly against his flesh. She didn't fight him, but instead went limp.