Forbidden Play: Enticing the Guard

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You might want to loosen any clothing or maybe be completely naked as you surrender to my story and give yourself permission to enjoy every word, every touch, every sound as if it was really happening. For the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time, your time to relax, your time to

let your inhibitions go, or time for sensuous pleasure. As you go ahead and close your eyes and take a nice deep breath, Just hold it for a moment and let it go with a sigh, letting all the stress of the week go as you listen to my words and let my voice move all over your body as you enjoy tonight's story. Presley looked down at the Tower

of decadence on her plate. It's called a what, she asked, wondering whether she was meant to eat it, or perhaps they a prayer for the inches she could feel herself gaining just by looking at it. Some sort of bread or biscuit looking concoction covered in a large globe of the thickest cream she had ever seen, all topped off with a more than generous portion of strawberry jam. Cream tea is a British specialty, Eve responded, sounding a little exasperated.

You know, when we agree to do this vacation, you were meant to try everything here, including at least a few of their luxury pastries. You can diet when we return to the States. It shore is a whole lot of junk to go on my trunk, Presley said, to no one in particular. I wonder how often they indulge in these kinds of desserts. Giggling gently, Eve eyed her best friend of twenty years as she poked to the cream and jam with a dessert fork as if it

might attack her. From what I've read, they don't eat it all the time. It's just a special treat. I think Britain would think if they did, Presley responded in a normal, throaty feminine voice. Taste it, Eve said, I guarantee you will love it. Eve cocked her brow as she watched Presley take a bite clotted cream and jam spreading over her nose. Oh my god, Presley said, while making a throaty groan. What is is cream? Called? Again?

Clotted cream? It sure is heavy and sweet and freaking delicious, seriously laughing gently at her friend, I told you, pres and shit, we're in the UK, most likely our first and last time. There's lots of things you need to try. Eve stared pensively at Presley as she sipped at the

blacker or gray lemon tea. Presley nodded shyly, a blush lifting up her neck as she cast her gaze over the River Thames, distracting herself from that conversation by watching a boatload of tourists glide over the waters in the morning sun. Well, yeah, we haven't been on a tour boat yet or seen the Black Museum or Madam Two Swords. I believe those are known for being full of murderous British history. Eve responded curtly to a shy best friend.

You know perfectly. Well, what I meant. We've been here a week and you haven't even made an effort with the British men. I tell you prayers, they're different from Americans. You won't regret it if you do, I promise, men, Amen, Presley responded, continuing to stare toward the river and anywhere. But Eve's growing frustrated. Stare It's always the same. They get you in the sack. Two minutes later they're done

and out the door. He've watched Presley's body tense up, knowing she'd hit an ugly nerve, but refused to get into an uncomfortable discussion while on vacation. He forced to laugh, then leaned in closer. Trust me, pres she whispered, her eyes widening her lips, forming a broad smile. You could not be more wrong. I don't know if it's a good man as they have him built here, or what it is, but let me tell you from what I've learned in the past few days we've been here. The

lady always comes first with these British toots. And if you're into king Holy Ship, Boss. Eve whistled and rolled her eyes to emphasize the point. Don't let all that stiff upper lip crab and all the hearsay of proper this and proper that for you in the bedroom, there's only one thing that's stiff and definitely upper. Seriously, that guy I hooked up with on our first night was insane and he a most definitely taught this girl a

thing or two about his beautiful silver tongue. Presley and Eve held each other's gaze for a moment before burt stinging to fits of laughter. Seriously, Prayers, we're on vacation. You need to relax little. No one knows you here, no one will ever see us again. So live it up, girl, do what you want. Have fun. Girl, I you going down and forget the past of the next few days. Surely you can't tell me you haven't seen any British men you find hart shit. Their accents also weaken me

in the freaking knees. Oh, there's been plenty I found attractive. But where do I start? Hi, Am, Presley, do you want to fuck me? I'm just not like you. I can't put myself forward in the way you do. Eve. Eve sipped at her tea, then continued, I'm call him bullshit. Do you remember when we were at school and never turned down adare Eve? That's different. You can't dare me to sleep with the bread. Maybe not, But those guards at Buckingham Palace, the ones with the huge baskin hats

that aren't allowed to move or blink or anything. I think you should flirt with one, try to get a rise out of him. If you get my drift, how dare you girl? In fact, I double dog dare you? Presley? Cleared at Eve? Sternly? So, what do you exactly want me to do? If my skirts show him my thumb, lay on the ground and spread my thighs, walk up to the guy and grab him by the dick he his brows arched up. Well, grabbing him by the dick should definitely get his attention, but it might also get

you thrown into some underground, barbaric British jail cell. So no, I'm not really suggesting that, but I do think you should start with dressing sexy. Damn it, prayers make this man uncomfortable, make his dick twitch, make him break out into a SWEA. Sighing, Eve took another sip of tea before continuing, Look, let's have a bit of fun, nothing serious. You make him sweat, and the drinks are on meat tonight.

With these eyes turning stern as she looked hard at her friend like I said before, Double dog, dare you damn it? Eve, Presley said teasingly, you had to go ahead and dare me, and double dog dare me at that. Okay, let's go buy some sexy clothes. But I'm warning you I will not be a cheap date tonight. While devouring the rest of their cream tea, Presley found herself wondering

about the wisdom of the brunch time treat. Now the women all seem to remain thin, as she was sure her butter had just swollen by a good two inches. After they settled up their tab and left the quaint riverside tea house, the two of them began working their way through the heaving crowds of times and eventually held themselves a black cab. Where are two ladies, the man asked, in a strong accent that Presley felt she could drown in the nearest quality lady's clothing store. Eve answered proudly,

where in need of some sexy lingerie? Presley glared at her friend, embarrassment burning hotly across her cheeks. Eve, Seriously, you young ladies on a promise, I assume the cab driver asked a promise? What's that, Presley asked, not really caring what it meant so much, but definitely wanting to hear more of his accented voice. A promise is when you and your young men are planning a romantic night in Okay Black guess it's something like that, you've said

through another teasing kickle. I know just the place to take you two ladies. My missus uses it all the time. While the cab ricocheted through in traffic, both Presley and Eve huddled close, neither of them daring to look out the window for fear they might see an accident caused by this man's manic driving. They huddled closely, whispering about the guards at the tower. Those guards really do look hot in those red jackets, Eve whispered. And that severe

stare they have, it's so damn British. Can you imagine what they might be like in the bedroom. Just the thought of it makes me tingle all over. Brezie smiled at the memory of this morning's event. Even she and all her insecurities had to admit, and even thinking of them standing there like hot, rigid British statues, with the precise cut of their black pants, drawing her gaze up their thighs, and their eyes that never seemed to blink

as hot as fucking sin. Heat shot through a cor Her fingers brushed the top of a thigh as she wondered what a man like that might do to her, how he might punish her, how he might make her body ache with need, how he might hold her down and fuck her raw and senseless. Her tooth pushed into the bottom of her lip at the thought of something so out of character for her. It wasn't that she was inexperienced. She simply hadn't ever found a man she

considered anything besides inconsiderate pleasureless householes. Pulling up outside a quaint looking boutique, the driver looked in his mirror and smiled, this is it, ladies, Being that you two are obviously not from here, I'm due to take a break about now. If you like, I'd turn the clock off, wait and drive you back to your hotel so you can get yourselves ready. Finding a cab around here can be a real bugger at times. That sounds fantastic, Eve responded, we

really appreciate, Presley added quietly. Presley and Eve exited the cab with their two heads together, chatting and giggling like two conspirators. As the doorman opened the wide glass door for them, ladies, his tone rang serious, but not unfriendly. He touched his cap with a figure, then dipped his head Welcome to Tallulah. Once inside, the bautique appeared a lot smaller than they were used to in the States. Presley wondered if they'd have much of a selection, and

almost considered suggesting going elsewhere. Just as she turned to speak to Eve, the two of them were suddenly face to face with an attractive, middle aged woman with graying hair and deep red lipstick. May I help you, she said, with a clear cut accent. Well, my friend and I are looking for something sexy and seductive without being trashy, if you know what I mean. But we were expected a larger selection, Eve added, a little more curtly than

Presley would have lied, leaving her feeling awkward. The tall woman eyed the two of them skeptically, then added, this isn't your average run of the mill store, ladies. Rather than have a white selection. We carry only the best, and I can promise you every thread of silk and lace we offer. At one point seduction, who will the lingerie be for? Oh, it's for Presley, Eve said, bluntly, pushing Presley forward. What The domineering old woman cast her

eyes over Presley's body again. Presley felt he rising up her chest as the lady began walking around her, eyeing her, scoping out a figure like she had some sort of display on cell. Hmm, the saleswoman mumbled, just loud enough to leave a knot in Presley's stomach. She can to tell me that we have nothing to feel over my hips. They have no brass small enough for my chest. Another complete circle around her body, the woman stopped in front

of Presley's face. Would Madam prefer a thong or something fuller? Ah, A thong would be fine, Presley replied, while blushing furiously under the woman's harsh gaze. Very good, and I take it you would like stockings with that? Would you prefer a hold ups or a garter belt? Not a trace of emotion sounded in her voice or Presley's heart pounded so hard against her chest, but it felt like a rib was being crushed. Hold ups, I guess, Presley responded in a hushed tone, very well, please have a seat.

I believe I have just a thing for you. Presley and Eve took a seat on the red velvet bench as a woman, and exited through a door leading to the rear of the room. The batigue suddenly feeling quiet and empty. This is totally weird, Presley whispered to a quiet Eve. No, shehd, It's definitely not Victoria's secret. A few moments later, the saleslady returned with a large cardboard box. She lay it on the glass table in front of them, opening it and exposing the most beautiful vision of deep

purple silk and black lace. Involuntarily, both Presley and Eve gasped at the sensuous lingerie. I took the liberty of boxing it up just in case, the woman said flatly. This set is a basque directly from Milan, with a lovely black lace detail on the bust. I have a couple of these sets myself, she added, confidently, ignoring the shocked looks on both girls faces makes me feel sexier than a horror on sailor's payday. Let me tell you when I have this on under my shirt and start

undoing my buttons. Well, let's just say that my husband can't keep his hands off me. Her eyes glistened with carnality, she moved her hand in a broad art to indicate the changing rooms towards the rear of the store. I suggest trying it on to be certain, but please leave your panties on for all but two obvious reasons. If you happen to be commando today, there's a selection for you to use. Presley entered the dressing room, Eve on her heel. The both of them peered down at the

box of luxurious seduction. This set is a bask Eve said, teasingly, exaggerating the woman's strange choice of words direct from Milan, she mimicked in her awful British accent. The two friends both covered their mouths as they tried to shush another onset of giggles. Who is she? He whispered, She reminds me of an English professor. Pease me, Presley whispered, a proper English lady. I guess, like we said, this place

is no Victoria secret. Presley stripped down to her panties, then held the luxury and lingerie against her body while looking at herself in the full length mirror. This color is stunning, she whispers, suddenly wishing she could afford lingerie like this every day. Try it on, Press, I can't wait to see it on you. E's voice bubbled with enthusiasm. Sliding into the silk, even the caress of the soft material against her flesh made Presley feel sexy, seductive, even desirable.

It seemed to absolute kiss her skin with every movement, touching her in a way that any woman loved to be touched, the silk seeming to mold to her body, accentuating her curves in just the way she wished for. It was no wonder she'd been asked to keep her panties on. The warm, dampness crept through a core or a pussy clutching God, how could underwear turn her on? And if it held this much power with her, what

would it do to a man? I don't want to take it off, Eve, it's absolutely beautiful, LUs see it through her body. At the thought of the depraved axe she might do wearing something like this, Reluctantly, she changed back into her own clothes and they exited the changing room. She'll take it, Eve triumphantly announced, in her bold tone that sometimes makes Presley's skin cruel. The journey back to Saint James's Hotel was quiet, Lesley's mind lost in unusual

carnal thoughts. It had been a long time since she'd actually been fucked, and honestly, all the time she had left her feeling nothing but disappointed, exactly the opposite to how being fuck should leave a woman. It was just that something always seemed to lack. It was almost as she needed something stronger, something more controlling, more dominant. The men back home were okay, but in her experiences it was always just sex and nothing else. Simply a few thrusts,

a wambam, thank you, ma'am, kind of fast fucking. That was it. No full play, no tenderness, no spanking or bondage or hold me against a woman, fuck me until my body gives out kind of sex. Just plain, old, ordinary vanilla sex. Even promised her that British men were different, and she'd already had her affair share. She had no

fear of the unknown. She was proud of her body and its needs, and had even partaken in a foursome with three guys the two of us had met in the park, Bresley's natural shyness had forced her to decline that whole ordeal, leaving her lonely, unsatisfied and miserable, while even returned barely able to walk with the fragrance of

sex hanging on to her like a cheap dress. For the remainder of the day, desire continued to burn through Presley's sides as she and Eve made their way through the hotel and eventually made it back to their adjoining rooms, See and a few, Presley uttered to Eve before pushing the door close behind it with her back and taking a long, in hell of breath. Why had this simple piece of material left her feeling like someone had lit

a fire in her sex? Yes, it was beautiful and classy and entirely sexy, but it did left her feeling which she rarely did, like atress, like a seductive, sexly active woman that ate to have her pussy filled with a real man, a real cock, a left bone tired from hours of hard sex. What the hell was happening to her? Was it this crisp British air, that these people had some kind of sex supplement to their tea? Whatever it was, she liked it a lot. Sliding down

the door, Presley lifted her skirt. Dampness coated her in her thighs, her pussy clenching her abdomen, Clutching with what she knew was going to be a fast and furious orgasm. She frantically shifted her panties to one side and plunged two fingers deep and hard into her sex, rocking them in a perfect motion and touching that most sensitive spot. Oh Jesus, with her thumb, rubbing her clip, the blistering need aching inside to be full, to be satisfied, to

be fucked hard and deep. With her mercy, she pulled her hand back and slapped it against her folds firmly, electricity shooting through it like torrents of white heat. Still furiously rubbing her clip, her pleasures soaring higher and swirling from head to foot, she drew back her hand and spanked her sex again, harder, this time almost violently. Oh fuck. Presley plunged her fingers back inside while her other hand

tugged and pulled and rubbed her clip desperately. In only second, she was exploding in an intense orgasm that had hot tears pricking her eyes. Minutes passed, maybe five, maybe ten, as she sat breathlessly on the floor, the after glow of pleasure still trembling through her body. Suddenly shaken by the sound of her cellphone, she knew it had to be Eve, as no one else was going to call her while she vacationed in England. Hi, Eve, just getting ready.

Give me about fifteen more minutes. Okay, Press Loo, get your ass in gear. I've just read that they changed the guards in an hour. You don't want some guys only just come on to shift. Okay, I'm hurrying. Presley dropped her phone to the floor, standing gingerly and taking a moment to steady herself on her legs, but felt

as if they were full of jelly. Twenty minutes later, Presley was admiring herself in the mirror, the caress of the stockings on her thighs making them tense with desire once again, the dark purple of the silk and the black lace somehow transforming her, making her into the seductress she wished she could be, making her a little more like Eve. Time to let my inner horror out, she

whispered to herself. As she ambled toward the closet to wrap a black wrap her round skirt and black shirt, Almost disappointed to cover the beautiful lingerie, she slipped her feet into still lettoes, then left the room to head to the foyer. Eve smiled when she saw Presley and stood from the armchair, looking perfect in the short red dress that hugged her curves like a glove. Oh you look flushed. That sexy underwear really hits the mark, doesn't it.

Laughing gently, Presley replied, while thinking, you have no fucking idea, No, just a hot shower. Now, come on, you double dog dared me. Let's go make these prim and proper British guards sweat. Within minutes, Presley Neve stood at the gates of Buckingham Palace. Or Suddenly this didn't seem like such a good idea to Presley. The guards were standing there like statues in their wooden shelters, solid and strong, like real soldiers, and anything but the toy ones they seemed

to be. When they were watching from a distance. Up close, you could see their muscles tents under the red tunics, their jewels set all serious and stern, and the black pants got those black pants, dampness surged into Presley's pussy, while the silk of the thong teased her sex. As she walked along the path. It was as if the material quietly and seductively caressed her clip with every step she took. Nearing the guards, her clip throbbed furiously with

nervous anticipation. She could almost smell the testosterone from her Choosing one of the four guards, one furthest from the main gates and the throbbing crowds, Presley anticipated him for a moment, his dominant position, the strength and control in his body, the way he was absolutely still, and his eyes. They were intensely blue, like cold ice that seemed to burn with a p with a need, with a dominance. Lustful thoughts once again filled her head as she focused

on that blue gaze. Control, punishment, power, bondage and discipline, savage penetration, hard, heartless colour sacks. Presley's core clutched with need, the warm caress of her desire escaping her panties and dripping down her thighs. She pushed out her leg to the side, forcing her skirt to fall open and exposing her thigh and stocking tops for a moment, his gaze seemed to widen as he took in every inch of her porcelain skin over the top of the black lace material.

Undoubtedly there was a gentle tinting in his pants, and it almost seemed like she could see his left eye flicker just a small bed. Crowds of dorists surrounded them. But this show was just for him, and she had no will to leave, not until she made him miserable, and not until she saw his Adam's apple bobble, not until she saw at least a bead of sweat cover

his brow bresley bitter lip. As she discreetly caressed her breast with the soft material of her shirt, she pinched herself, gently, forcing her nipple to puck her into a hard peek. She swallowed a harsh gulp, a pussy painfully aching to be fucked, her stomach churning with a warm sensation. How did this man, this icly cold stranger, with all his power, all his control, turn her on by doing nothing? How

the fuck was any of this happening? Fantasizing about his stern expression staring down at her, the ache between her thighs was intensifying as a strain in his pants grew, his burning erection becoming more prominent through the finely tailored pan. She wanted this man to fuck her casually. Bresley eased her fingers through the buttons of her shirt, letting the top two fall open to expose the black lace underneath.

Dark purple silk shimmered in the warm morning sun. As a cool breeze caress the soft exposed skin of her breast, the bite of the British summer chill teasing her flesh. An avalanche of goosebumps erupted over her breath and upper neckline. Her nipples strained against a lace, fueling the desire growing inside a pussy and leaving her breath out of kilter. Fuck. She was turned on desperately, more than she could ever

have imagined possible. Boldly, she slid a hand between the folds of her skirt, pushing at her thumb and stroking her pulsing folds, fighting every earth to just let go and come here and now. Bresley was determined to make him sweat at least one beat, damn it. Her eyes slid shut for a minute as she imagined taking his

hard cock into her mouth. How it would taste as her tongue danced around it, getting him throb listening to him moan feeling his fingers tangled desperately through her hair as he fucked her mouth until he released thick, warm streams have come down her throat. Her pussy throbbed, aching as she thought of his erect cock pulsing inside of

her fingers. Dripping with her own desire, Presley lifted two to her lips, teasing her tongue along them, halfway closing her eyes as she slid them into her mouth, essentially provocatively, as she continued to succumb to the fantasy of sucking his cock so hard that his knees buckled and he lost all control, his fingers clutching at her hair as stability as he forced her to take every drop of his release. Her fingers dropped from her lips as she

watched his cock turning desperately hard behind his pants. Go what she would give to fall to her knees and take him in her mouth to sup that beautiful erection until he was dry of every drop of cum, but still there was no sweat. Presley chewed at her lips and pushed her hands between her thighs, once more, tracing her fingertips along the silk, moving it aside, and pushing two fingers deep into a throbbing pussy, grabbing a hand rail for stability when an orgasm ripped through her body.

For a moment, she could only stand absolutely still as she waited for the quivering to subside and her legs to unbuckle. Finally, she brazenly took a few steps toward the guard and leaned next to his ear. I want you to taste my juices before I taste yours, she whispered, while dragging her fingertips along his lips. Make way for the Queen's guard, he shouted, all but knocking her to

the ground. Shocked, Presley stumbled against the railings, suddenly aware of all the Torus who had turned to look this direction. With the guard's face unmoved, his body motionless, his cock remained achingly hard, but still not a drop of sweat. How much control does this man have? Presley uttered under her breath. Gathering herself quickly and feeling a sudden urge for a large vodka, Presley walked over to a shocked Eve, who had been watching the show now, let's hear it.

Did you make him sweat? Presley sighed, The man as hard as iron under his pants, but not a fucking drop of sweat. Oh well, screw the sweat. I'm proud of you, girl, and damn it, after a show like that, I'm going to buy the drinks anyway. Come on, there's a hotel around the corner with a quick pace there nearby hotel in no time, and desired to move as far away from that moment of public shame, fueling Presley's speed. Taking a seat in the corner of the darkened bar,

they ordered two large vodkas with cherries seven up. Within seconds, their glasses were empty and too revel stood before them. Damn it, Press, I could see his heart dick from twenty feet away. That thing was huge. I'm surprised he just didn't come in his pants there and then how the fuck he didn't sweat? I have no idea, honestly, Eve, I was so turned on doing that, seeing how hard he was, I just wanted him to take me there and then hard and deep, rough and raw, if you

know what I mean. I think I would have joined you, girl. That dude looked like he had enough cock for both of us and then some. If we'd waited another five minutes, he probably would have gladly put his dick in you. They were due to change the guard. Then probably best we left, Presley responded, through a giggle. Maybe a bit more of a show than the proper Brits and all these tourists would want in front of Buckingham Palace. Eve Presley and Eve fall into a giggling spell. Oh God, Eve, stop,

I need the bathroom. And now did you notice where it was? It's dark as freaking night in here. Surveying the bar, Eve smiled. Widens over there there's a sign saying toilets and accommodation. Guess a proper British word for bathroom is toilets. Wonder exactly what accommodations they offer, Eve Wing says, Presley, gathered her purse. Be careful not go up to the room, though there might be a huge, hunky guard waiting for you. Presley moved between the tables,

making a way to an old wooden door. Glancing up at the side, she smiled to herself. Accommodations m she shuttered, softly, pushing the door open and then slipping into the darkened corridor. Wooden beams surrounded her, emphasizing the age of the hotel. To a left was a staircase. To the right, two rooms, one with a silhouette of a woman hanging outside the lady's toilet. She muttered to herself, giggling again stumbling just a bit a little tipsy. After returning to the door

adjoining the main bar. After she'd relieved herself, she noticed some photos hanging on the wall, images of the guards drinking in this very bar. Wait till I tell Eve, she whispered to herself, struggling to pull the heavy wooden door open. Suddenly a hand appeared from behind her, viciously slamming the door shut and trapping her in the dark corridor. Well, look who's here? The little tease you try to make a hash of my job? Is your pussy still wet

for me? Her heart beat furiously in her chest at the deep British voice behind her. His fingertips slide down her neck and over the curve of her breast, turning her nippules to pebbles and casting an ache between her thighs. Time I found out just how wet with your ass?

Up the stairs with her pulse in her ears, Presley did nothing to resist his domineering command as her legs began carrying her up the squeaking, narrow stairs, inning his presence so close behind her, intimidating with the strength of his body over hers. The desire in Presley's pussy was returning with a vengeance, while the tiny voice in her head told her she needed to turn around and whole

ass away from this man. This door, he said harshly, easily pushing the large door open with one broad hand. Presley's head was beginning to stir with dizziness from the two to get drinks, while everything inside her court turned warm and damp and needy as she obeyed this strange man's orders with no hesitancy. As she entered the cold, darkened room, don't look at me, close your eyes without thinking again, Presley did as he commanded and closed her eyes,

succumbing to his will. With his hard body pushing against hers, it left her no choice but to move backwards until she was feeling the railing of a large bed behind her. Lift your arms up over your head without her bolds. Her arms lifted over her head until she felt the

barley twist of a four poster bed lessen. A second later, she was listening to the sound of two brief metallic clicks and feeling the cold steel of handcuffs securing her against a bedpost while he fastened a rough, thick material over her eyes, pulling it tight behind her head and holding her eyes closed. The tremble moved down her spine as he slid his fingertips down the curve of her neck,

stopping right about her breast. That's my ceremonial belt. You get anything on that and I will be up all night cleaning it, and you will be up all night nursing your sore fucking cunt. Are we clear? Yeah? Yes, my name's Presley. By the way, I'm from Texas. Will you at least tell me your name? Nerves are Pressley shivering, feeling way out of her depth, actually frightened by this

man and what she'd gotten herself into. Though she could see nothing, she could feel his eyes watching her, studying her, while a cold still shot through her. My god, he could slit her neck open, joke the breath from her. He could violently rape and murder her, and nobody would ever know until it was too late, she knew Eve had probably taken up conversation with a man or five and most likely swallowed another few vodkas. By now, she probably wasn't giving Presley an inch of thought. Fuck, I'm

sir to you. That's all you need to know. His voice was almost a growl, his lips so close that she felt his breath burning her skin. Presley, what sort of fucking name is that your parents wanted a boy? Did they got? You? Couldn't call you Elvis? I presume so Presley was the best they could come up with. With his voice edged with anger, along with dark promises of danger and brutal lust, he added, well, let's see this fancy laundry you were so eager for me to

see earlier. Presley would know Elvis. He snickered as he belittled her name with a surprising gentility. The back of his fingers caressed down Presley's neck, his thick fingers sliding just under the edge of her shirt. He leaned against her ear, his warm breath wet and salacious as he whispered,

say goodbye to your shirt, Presley, with no Elvis. With that, his fingers tor viciously at the material the button, snapping from it in quick succession, as Presley felt the cold air of the room bite her already erect nipples and turn her blood twice. What the fuck? She gasped, shocked by his actions, terrified by his boldness, scared by the sudden surge of desire moving in her body. As she came dangerously close to begging him to touch her, and

grasping her throat tightly, he pushed her head back. I can smell your pussy from here. I'd bet my last dollar that's a perfect pink, perfectly swollen and perfectly wet for me. So don't give me that shit. You want this,

You're dying for it. Presley's body trembled again as he gripped her throat while his other hand ripped the waistband of her skirt from her body and slid between her thighs, forcing them wide and brutally pinching the numb of her clip through the soft silk, Just as I suspected, he says, in her deep voices, arouses her whole body. Your pussy is very wet and very swollen and hot. You're quite the little submissive, aren't you. Damn it? What was happening

to her. Sure she'd had fantasies about being tied up, gently spanked her boundaries, pushed who hadn't, But this was a whole different league. She was in way over her head and sinking far and fast. But her pussy had other ideas. Her traitor is cool with robbing With every word this man uttered, clutching more and more for his brutal treatment. How zac clit of yours throbbing? Is it yet? Presley without the elvis, Presley without the elvis? Screw this guy? Seriously.

One side of her wanted to fight like how and neam in his proverbial balls until he was whimpering in agony. Yet the other side of her was just fuck. She didn't understand a bit of this. Yes, she managed softly, excuse me, I have the good fucking grace to use your name, yet you choose not to give me the same respect. I think I need to teach you some manners, Presley.

Before she could respond to his making fun of her name, without warning, a broad hand was crashing against her clead, sending waves of pain rushing through her body, nerves, turning her legs to jelly. The hairs on her body raising to attention. That's for starters, Presley, and from now on it gets worse if you are in any way disobedient. Am I clear? Before she could argue or agree, her legs were being widened again, this time to the point

of discomfort. He was leaving her open, exposed and vulnerable, and totally oblivious to what he was going to do next. She tried moving, yet he held her in place while his large palm drifted up the length of her thigh before he thrust two broad fingers deep inside, stretching her apart painfully as her pussy clutched with desperate need. Presley Albert screamed as her hips inadvertently lifted into each punishing plunge,

and she tried controlling the sensations rocking through her body. Fuck, this man was nothing but brutal and motionless, rough and angry. Yet all she could think of was this overriding urge to come. This wasn't like her. Who was she becoming? Why was she enjoying this so much? Biting her lips to suppress the agonizing moans, His fingers thrust heart in and out of her dripping sex. His breath slowly moves down her body, obviously staring at her small breast, worried

what he might do to were burning nipples. Her body shudders in pain and delight as he drags her finger roughly over her clid, causing her to spasm as if she'd been electrocuted, her hands desperately grasping at the handcuffs for a semblance of control. Fuck, but that will come only when and if I decide, he said, as his fingers massaged the rough, velvety spot inside her pussy gently, perfectly, but denying any control of the orgasm burning up her body.

This man, this British stranger who she didn't even know his name, much less anything else about. At the upper hand over Presley, she was his to give taken news as he chose. You want the first sudden lady to try endeavor at my attention, just the first to actually succeed. Presley's legs tightened as a burning pleasure moved deep inside a pussy, pleasure swirling in intense waves, moving faster and faster as her whole body tense in anticipation of an orgasm.

This man had the power to do something no other had to control her, to direct her to dominate her. A moan rose at the stranger's throat, or what seemed like an urgency started in each thrust of his fingers, her hips rising and falling, rising and falling, soft whimpers filling her, while each and every punishing move overpowered her with a need like she'd never her had in past times. Oh God, I'm going to come, she whispered, almost silently,

and then it was all over. He was stopping, pulling his fingers from her pussy and leaving her dripping with need, frustration, and on the edge of bursting into tears. Not yet, Presley, you had your fun earlier. Now it's my turn. His fingers moved through the thins shoulder strap on her new lingerie, twisting it, pulling it tightly against her nipples. This is all very pretty, probably expensive as well. But you know what I think, he whispered menacingly. Now, sir, what do

you think I think, Presley? Without the elvis? That lingerie is always best laying on the floor. As the lass word has left his lips, his hands were ripping downward and tearing the beautiful silk from her naked skin, disposing her to the full brutal intensity of his gaze, leaving her a shivering bundle of nerves in nothing now but stockings and a thong. The cold air bit at every inch of her skin, fueling the trembling already moving through

every cell in her body. He's ruined my beautiful lungury. Why the fuck am I enjoying this so much? Why am I so turned on? When a single metal click sounded in her ears and she felt her hands being loosened from the bedpost, allowing blood to return, the quick move created a whole new tingling sensation moving through her breast. As the blood poured back through her veins, her nipples

ate even more. On your knees. His gruff command had Pressley submissively falling to her knees, and the sound of his dropping zipper at her almost hyperventilating, the stranger pushed the hard dip of his cock against her lips. I saw it in your eyes earlier, Bresley, the look of a woman fantasizing about sucking my dick. So I'm going to give you what you wanted, something to take back to Texas to share with all your southern girlfriends. Take it, all of it, and I'm going to come hard and deep,

and you are going to suck every drop. I'm still in my dress pants. I cannot and I will not walk out of here with them covered in come. And should you satisfy me, I'll give you something even better. I'll fuck your pussy so hard that you won't know what hit you. Grubbing her hair, he forced his cock between her lips, pushing deeper and deeper, stretching her mouth further further. Fuck, Can I do this? Do I really

want this? Dear stream down her cheeks, the tip of his cock already pushing past a gag reflex and along the back of her throat, with no pause, no debate, his herd erection, pushing furiously and viciously into her mouth like nothing she'd ever experienced. She couldn't decide whether to cry and beg him to stop, or just do what she had planned to do. Fuck a british Man, Christ Jesus Presley with no elvis. The British Man uttered, his

fingertips curling through the side of her hair. You're beautiful with my cock in your throat, trying desperately to move her tongue around his thrusting cock. His words had her clear taching and her body trembling again as he fucked her face with no semblance of gentleness, no compassion, no warmth or sensitivity or jaw, aching more and more with every thrust, while she arrived with discomfort and wished he'd

simply come so she could breathe again. When the first traits had pre come dripped down her throat, she finally craved her taste him and reached for the base of his cock, holding it tightly between her palm to before he stopped. You're so fucking good, Presley. My cock feels amazing in your pretty mouth. But right now I think I need more than just so swollen lips to ease

my throbbing cock. Presley's breath hitched as he picked her up by this stray handcuffed, and tossed her back onto the bed, pushing her legs apart, exposing her pussy that she could feel throbbing to be filled, the stranger pushing to maybe three fingers inside her, then pulling them out just as quickly, not throbbing enough yet. I borrowed this from one of my mates in the household cavalry. I

think it might help. Oh fuck Presley cried as the stinging caress of a riding crop burned like wildfire over her thighs, the stinging sensation spreading up to her pussy and intensifying the sensations moving through to a core. Oh, I think we can do better than that. More thrashes in quick succession, no waiting, no respite, just biting pain followed by the heat of pleasure, setting her pussy on fire.

The stranger pushed his fingers back into a trembling pussy, perfect flipping her over, grabbing her thighs before he leaned against her ear, the tip of its thick erection bobbing against the cheek of her ass. Now, I fuck you. Presley's body burned with desperation anticipation as his fingers clutched her tightly and pulled a throbbing pussy up to meet

his hard cock. Oh fuck, she cried as the first waist of pleasure moved up her body as he hammered deep inside her, stretching her to accept his girth, while her pussy clutched hard at his cock, desperate to feel his warm release for her. He groaned against terrea, his body tensing and moving in a perfect, deep tempo, when her pussy willingly opened and stretched around him like she was with a caring lover instead of some complete, uncarrying stranger.

Another growl erupted from his throat as his hand crashed down across her ass, sending a stinging sensation of pleasure cascading through a pussy and straight into a clet, forcing her to clutch even tighter on his thick cock. Fuck. He uttered, exploding inside her, his warm cum filling Presley's pussy as around orgasm erupted around his pulsing erection, gently thrusting in and out. His cock continued to come through a quivering pussy while his fingertips caressed down her spine,

sending tremors up and down her body. He loosened the belt around Presley's eyes when she turned to look at this man who had just blown any misconception she had about prim and proper British men completely to the wayside. Keep looking forward, Presley, I have one last surprise. Presley slowly collapsed face verse onto the bed, his fingertips caressing along her arm, her body shuddering in beautiful orgasmic delight. His lips seemed so gentle, so sensitive. As they kissed

along the naked flesh of her back. She couldn't help herself. She was so relaxed, so sated, the embrace of satisfaction and is surprisingly gentle caress seducing her into sleep. Now, Presley, you can't fall asleep, not here, not now. Suddenly she was awakened by the clicking of the door, trying to sit up, but finding herself handcuffed to the bed once again, she cursed at the closed door. Fuck, come back, release me and give me some fucking clothes, you insensitive British bastard.

An empty response filled her full of dread. Where the fuck has eve been all this time? While tears filled Presley's eyes, a very drunken even was only a few hundred feet away her head on the bar. Five double vodkas and cherry seven up had taken their toll, while the bartender continued shaking her and trying to waken her. Miss I think it's time you got back to your hotel, the bartender uttered, not sympathetically. Oh, yes, you're right. Where's Presley?

She asked wearily. Your friend is in the room upstairs. It was booked for the night her gentleman friend left an envelope for you. He passed her a sealed envelope. You've opened the envelope and a small key dropped onto the bar, Pulling a folded sheet of paper from the envelope. Eve squinted at the scrawled handwriting, trying to focus through the confusion of the dark in bar, sleep and Alcohol, Room five, bring clothes in the key. Well, I hope

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