Temptations--Three Book Bundle
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“I was in my room when I’d begun… I like to imagine things… I wanted to imagine Gabriel watching me…”
“Yes, go on,”
“And I wanted to see him again because I knew you’d all be gone soon, I wanted to fill my thoughts with him so that I could… well…” I struggled to find the words but it seemed that Madame Juliet already knew them,
“Think of him with more clarity for the next time.”
“Yes,” I answered. I thought I might feel ashamed but I did not. If anything, I’d the desire to place my hand between my thighs once again… with both Madame Juliet and Gabriel as watchers.
“Anna, untie Gabriel.” Madame Juliet nodded to where Gabriel was still tied to the chair and feeling sorry that I’d spoilt their fun, I was eager to obey.
Gabriel kept eye contact with me as I neared him, the power behind those eyes, along with his pleasant, exotic aroma, weakening my legs and feeling as if I were approaching one of the circus’s cages beasts, I crouched behind his chair to begin unfastening the bindings around his thick wrists. Gabriel was now free.
“Gabriel, tie the girl to the chair,” the woman ordered and before I could protest Gabriel had taken hold of my shoulders and lowered me to the chair. He moved quickly, tying my arms behind my back at the wrists. I was at the mercy of the travellers and I suppose I had been from the moment I’d first seen them enter the village.
“You have little experience of what a man and woman can do Anna, but your desire for knowledge has bought you to us,” Madame Juliet said. To my surprise she planted a kiss upon my lips before standing away from me once again.
Gabriel stood silently over me, watching me. He smiled gently and I smiled nervously in return.
“You have nothing to fear Anna and you need not worry, no one is going to know what happens out here,” the gypsy woman added darkly as she closed the shutters across the small window.
“I’ve been taught that sex is a nasty thing…” I mumbled, feeling both fear and excitement once again.
“Well, maybe we can teach you otherwise,” Madame Juliet said and hooking her thumbs around the hips of Gabriel’s leggings, slowly pulled them down. Gabriel’s cock sprang upwards now that it was released from the restraining material. It pointed towards me, so close that I noticed how its very tip glistened and feeling a powerful wave of lust wash over me I pulled instinctively at my bindings.
“What’s so nasty about this Anna?” Madame Juliet asked. She took Gabriel’s cock in her hand and slowly moved it up and down, close towards the tip where it appeared to swell further.
“Nothing…” I breathed, my bindings frustrating me now. I needed desperately to touch myself and knew that if I were free, I could never have the courage to actually touch Gabriel, who, still held by his cock, was led by the gypsy woman towards the bed where she pushed him down upon it.
“I want you to watch us Anna so that you may think of us in your most private of moments,” Madame Juliet told me. She lay upon the bed besides Gabriel, her face positioned close to his cock. Slowly, she closed her mouth around his member to begin sucking noisily and deeply upon it.
“Oh…,” I said, my voice little more than a whisper. Gabriel’s eyes met mine before he returned his attention to Madame Juliet, his large hand gently stroking the gypsy woman’s lush hair. I so desperately needed release and yet could do nothing but watch, unable to believe what I was witnessing.
Madame Juliet pulled her mouth from Gabriel’s cock with an audible ‘pop,’ “Girl, understand that this man would do anything to please me and I him, our pleasure brings us together fully.” Changing her position upon the bed, the gypsy woman pulled her gowns up around her waist and I found myself fascinated by her mature, heavy thighs and I longed to run my hand over the length of one of those powerful thighs, to feel the smoothness of her skin. Throwing back her hair, Madame Juliet positioned herself upon Gabriel’s cock as he lay upon the bed before slowly lowering herself, drawing in a breath of pleasure as she did so.
I struggled uselessly against my bindings. I needed to pleasure myself and didn’t care if they should have seen me… I wanted them to see me!
Madame Juliet ground herself against Gabriel, her eyes closed in concentration as she worked her powerful thighs against his groin. Her quickening breaths became long crying gasps as she reached that wonderful sensation that I knew well enough from my own solitary experiences.
“I… must come… soon…” Gabriel spoke as though he feared disappointing her. Madame Juliet slowed her movements upon Gabriel. She turned her face towards me and I wished then that I could kiss her softened features.
“Would you like to enjoy Gabriel too, Anna?” Madame Juliet asked, “I will be here with you, to guide you.”
“Yes, I’ll try,” my voice betrayed my yearning but I didn’t care. I began to feel nervous once again but it served only to fuel my desire.
Gabriel released my bindings quickly and I found myself lifted as though my weight were nothing, to be carried towards the bed where Madame Juliet awaited, a smile upon her face.
As soon as I had been laid upon the bed they were upon me, planting my young body with hungry kisses and I was soon writhing with sheer pleasure from their attention. I tried in desperation to conceal my cries as in turn they tasted deeply my young, very moist cunny. I watched Madame Juliet use her tongue upon me, flicking over my opening before tasting me so deeply that I thought her intention was to fill me with her tongue while Gabriel kissed my face and stroked my long hair. I felt that I would explode, never before had I experienced such intense pleasure.
“Would you like Gabriel to pleasure you now?” Madame Juliet asked, her seductive voice something that I could never imagine refusing. Her face was close to mine now, and when she kissed me, her tongue entering my mouth I could taste my own juices upon her mouth and tongue.
“Be careful with me… please,” I begged.
“He will be,” she told me.
Gabriel positioned himself between my thighs, his innocent young face watching me as he slowly began to push himself into me, filling me. I knew that I need only to say stop and he would, but I didn’t want him to stop, I wanted this.
Madame Juliet planted soft kisses upon my stomach as she moved down the bed to watch closely Gabriel’s motions between my thighs. When I let out a cry, it was not one of pain.
“You want him to stop?” the gypsy woman asked gently.
“No, please, I want him to go on; I want him to treat me as he would you,” I pleaded. I saw that smile once again upon Gabriel’s face as his thrusts became harder, his length filling me and his body pounding against the area where I loved to stroke myself. Madame Juliet planted kisses upon my face. Her tongue traced a line down my neck until her mouth was upon my young breasts where she sucked and kissed before flicking a swollen nipple with her expert tongue. I writhed, totally at their mercy as the height of my pleasure powered through me. So wet was I that I felt my copious juices run from my cunny, down between my bottom to soak the sheet beneath me.
Gabriel groaned into my mouth as he kissed me and I knew what he was soon to do.
“Don’t come inside her,” Madame Juliet warned when Gabriel’s thrusts became more urgent. Part of me wanted him so very much to do so and could only imagine how it might feel.
When, with a grunt, Gabriel withdrew from me, I longed for him to be back there.
I watched, fascinated, as Gabriel held his cock tightly in his huge fist. The force of his first jetting release was such that his thick cum reached my neck and chin and consequent emissions landed in creamy trails over my young pert breasts and stomach in warm streams. Madam Juliet licked and sucked at Gabriel’s cum and smiling, returned her mouth to mine…
Both gently wiped me down with warm damp cloths, an act which made me hungry for yet more of their attention. But there was to be no more it seemed.
Madame Juliet bought me a sweet hot drink and ordering me to drink I found it was chocolate.
“You must, this is not your home and we don’t wish for unwanted attention from your father or any of the villagers,” the woman told me not unkindly. I said nothing. I suppose I was sulking.
“Gabriel,” Madam Juliet said, “walk Anna back through the woods, make sure she reaches her home safely,” the woman ordered and Gabriel, indicating for me to head for the door stood aside to await me.
Gabriel was a man of few words but I was more than happy just to be walking with him through the woodland. We were out of the woodland with my home in view when he spoke, his voice soft,
“We wanted to give you something,” Gabriel reached inside of his jacket to produce a package wrapped with cloth. Feeling surprised I took the offered object, thanking him as I did so.
“We really liked you, what we did tonight isn’t something we’d do with anybody, but my wife saw something in you that she liked, and I did too,” Gabriel said with a smile.
“Your… wife?” I asked.
“Yes, we have been in wedlock for almost ten years, I love her very much,” Gabriel said, “now, you must be on your way Anna, please always remember us as we will you,” Gabriel leaned forwards and gave me a kiss on the nose. I saw his smile in the moonlight. Without another word he turned and began making his way back through the woods.
“Thank you,” I whispered as loudly as I could, wishing so very much that I could follow him, to be with them both once again.
I turned and began making my way towards my house. Remembering the package I stopped to unwrap the cloth and held the wooden penis up to the moonlight. Being tightly bound in the finest silk it felt wonderfully smooth.
I put the object to my lips and gave its tip a kiss.
“Thank you,” I said quietly in the warm night before making my way back to my bedroom.
Amour Noir
by Landon Dixon
I stood in the rain, looking at the sign in the window, ‘Man Wanted’.
When I shoved the door of the diner open, I was blown inside by a wet gust of wind. The door sucked closed behind me, and I gave the joint the once-over: red vinyl-cracked stools fronting a white counter, red vinyl booths with white Formica tables along the wall, black and white tiles on the floor. The place was lit too bright and reeked of grease and urinal pucks, completely deserted except for a small, oily character dressed in white perched on a stool next to the cash register, reading a paperback.
A real Sioux City hot spot.
But it was way past midnight, and I was way past hungry. There were still eighty-five miles to go before I reached Sioux Falls and the Tri-State County Managers convention.
‘Sure coming down out there,’ I said amiably, slipping off my raincoat and tossing it over the back of a booth bench, sliding in opposite.
The little guy squatting by the register lifted a pair of liquid brown eyes and looked at me. His dark, shiny hair was parted down the middle, a brown, unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. The nametag on his chest read ‘Sinjin’. He blinked his long lashes a couple of times and then bowed his head back down to his book, ‘You Play the Black and the Red Comes Up’.
I plucked a stained menu out of the rack on the table and opened it up, hoping the food was better than the service. Then the service got better - way better.
A red, plastic catsup container rolled across the floor, bumped against my foot. I looked up, and there she stood, in the swinging door to the kitchen – a cool, tanned blonde in a blazing white skirt and blouse, slender arms and legs gleaming bare, honey-blonde hair cut shoulder-length, wavy and glossy. Her eyes were blue, and they sparkled, her high breasts bobbing as she walked my way. The whole package dazzled these sore eyes.
‘See anything you like?’ she double-entendred, bumping up against my table. The nametag on her chest read ‘Chrissie’.
‘Weeell,’ I said, getting in on the game. ‘Matter-of-fact, my appetite’s really picked up.’
Her moist lips curved into a smile. ‘A hungry man’s good to find,’ she cooed, tossing a disdainful look over her shoulder at Sinjin. The guy had his foreign-made coffin nail lit now, was puffing up a storm.
‘Food’s pretty cheap here, too, eh?’ I said, glancing down at the menu. ‘I hope it tastes–’
‘You won’t find anything cheap around here!’ Chrissie retorted, eyes flashing.
I couldn’t come up with any other pithy come-ons, so I ordered the hamburger steak platter and a cherry Coke. It came and went, lying heavy in the pit of my stomach as the blonde dish pushed out her chest and asked, ‘Dessert?’
‘Something sweet and sticky?’ I suggested.
‘Pie?’ she responded, wagging a smooth, brown leg back and forth, toeing the tile.
‘Sure, what kind of pie do you have, Chrissie?’
‘Cora.’
I looked up her leg, to her chest. ‘Cora?’
‘That’s the ticket, Frank,’ she giggled, all sweet and sticky.
I didn’t know what kind of a game we were playing now. My name isn’t Frank, and hers wasn’t Cora. But I let it ride. ‘Uh, the kinds of pie?’ I reminded her.
She hooked a red-tipped finger into her crimson lower lip, blue eyes twinkling. ‘Hmmm, I can’t quite seem to remember. They’re all in the kitchen – come and see for yourself.’
The place was empty now. Sinjin had skulked off five minutes earlier, the joint going up a full star with his exit. The only sounds were the night rain washing against the steamed-up windows, the wind rushing down the empty ribbon of wet asphalt outside. And the thumping in my chest.
I climbed to my feet.
‘Cora’ led the way, round hips swishing, mounded buttocks sluicing, lithe legs whispering, through the swinging door and into a cramped, confused kitchen. She halted the parade in front of a flour-strewn counter and turned to face me. Slender fingers brushed across her soft throat, toyed with the top button on her blouse.
‘Where’s the pie?’ I asked, looking around. I do like my pie.
‘You’re a drifter, aren’t you?’ Cora breathed. She fluttered her eyelashes, unbuttoned her buttons. ‘A stranger in town.’
‘Uh, actually, I’m heading for–’
‘Don’t talk, Frank,’ she cut in, pressing a finger to my lips. ‘You rang twice, and I’m here. That’s all that’s important.’
The woman’s eyes were elsewhere. And so were mine, because she had her blouse open now, revealing a white, satiny bra that packaged her pair of cupcakes beautifully – up and out. I licked my lips, the babe’s sweet perfume flooding my good senses. I didn’t understand any of her role-playing rigmarole, and I didn’t care.
She ensnared me in her arms, kissing me, her breasts pushing warm and insistent into my chest, soft, wet lips sucking the breath out of me. I grabbed her and hungrily kissed back, grinding my swelling cock into her warm belly. She moaned, running her fingers through my black locks, then clutching at my hair, really digging her hooks into me.
‘I wanted you from the moment I saw you, Frank,’ she murmured.
She was off in a world of her own, but the reality of her heaving chest was very near and dear to me. I grasped her breasts, squeezing the pert nubbins, forcing groans of pleasure from her lips. Then she popped her bra open at the back and I went skin-on-skin with her bikini-pale tits, kneading the smooth, heated flesh, pinching her pink nipples.
‘Suck my breasts, Frank!’ she implored.
I bent my head down and flicked a nipple with my tongue, watching in amazement as it instantly grew in size and rigidity. Cora’s body quivered in my hands. I lapped at the undersides of her rubbery nipples, swirled my tongue around and around their pebbly aureoles.
Cora squirmed in my arms, then dropped right out of them, down to her knees on the floor. She quickly unbuckled and unzipped me, dragged my swollen cock out of the tangle of my underwear and out into the ste
amy open. We both watched it grow rock-hard, her hand pulsing its heartbeat.
I flooded with heat, trembling. She smiled up at me, then sent her silky hand sailing up and down the throbbing length of my prick, sending shivers of delight radiating all through me. She stroked and stroked my cock, raw and hot and honest before finally squeezing the pulsating shaft and sticking out her pink tongue and swabbing the tip of my straining dick with the tip of her tongue. I flat-out vibrated with the wet, erotic impact.
Then I smelled smoke. I twisted my head around – there were puffs of white, acrid smoke billowing through the crack in a black curtain that marked off the entrance to some sort of storage room. I’d smelt that smoke before, scared now there was going to be fire.
‘What the–’
‘That’s just my husband,’ Cora stated, winding her tongue around the bulbous hood of my cock. ‘Sinjin likes to watch.’
I started to say something, started to tuck my hard-on back in and beat a hasty retreat from that greasy loony bin. But before I could finish anything I’d started, Cora inhaled me almost right down to the roots. And all bets were off.
‘Jeez!’ I groaned, ablaze in the wet-hot cauldron of the woman’s mouth. I weaved my fingers into her yellow hair and hung on for the ride.
She eagerly bobbed her pretty head back and forth, velvet lips sliding along my gleaming, vein-popped pole. She sucked and sucked on my cock, pulling hard and long, fingering my tightened ball sack, building and building the pressure, setting me to shaking with sensation.
Just as I was about to blow sky-high, she suddenly pulled back, dropping me dripping out of her glorious mouth.
She jumped to her feet, up onto the counter. And I shoved her back, unthinking, just doing, yanking off her skirt and panties and exposing her dewy blonde need.
‘Fuck me, Frank!’ she exhorted, crushing her bare breasts in her hands.
I shouldered her legs and recklessly steered my cockhead into her bush, through slick petals and deep into hot, wet, tight pussy. She rolled around in the flour, moaning. I churned my hips as I fucked her.