Warning Below is 18 rated material and should not be read by anyone under that age. The writing is ham fisted and the erotic side is lacking some so much it makes Meat Spin seem more arousing... But now that you've looked up meat spin, you will be nauseous enough to find anything sexy *winky face*
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Several Shades of Wank - Chapter one?
Lady
Crow walked down her carpeted hallway, admiring all the paintings that
plastered the lavishly red walls. Lady Crow was not her real name, she had forgotten that years ago - along with her original hair colour, but that didn't matter either. She was 28, still beautiful and in charge of a successful pleasure house surrounded by class and high society. The rich and expensive the paintings of oceans, sunsets,
chaotic landscapes and portraits depicting increasingly erotic circumstance reminded her of her station as
she drew ever closer to her bedroom. The Lady was the owner of an erotic establishment nestled in the English country side, although the work was hard the power always enthralled her and made the effort all the more sweet, coming from nothing and having to survive on her intellect and beauty she had come a long way from corner streets of London.
Although the scars of London were all but healed the accent still cursed her, but tonight in her pleasure palace she was entertaining her best and favourite client: At the door he was Sir Doe, but within the four walls of her room he was merely John and they were Mr and Mrs Doe entwining their bodies more often than the sun rises, and tonight he promised her a surprise that she would never forget.
Although the scars of London were all but healed the accent still cursed her, but tonight in her pleasure palace she was entertaining her best and favourite client: At the door he was Sir Doe, but within the four walls of her room he was merely John and they were Mr and Mrs Doe entwining their bodies more often than the sun rises, and tonight he promised her a surprise that she would never forget.
Gentle
giggerling and rough voices came from either side of her, the stately home was
old and thick walled, but her girls knew how to make them sing. Though her
girls were younger and more agile than she was but she still commanded the attention of all of the patrons: Sweaty, wealthy men an woman all skipping out on husbands, wives and businesses trips just to indulge themselves in the pleasures of her house. Apple Court was an old stately home when it was first purchased by Mrs Doe, its secluded location made it perfect for her trade, in an area prestigious enough to attract the right customer and secluded enough to ensure no lenses pried. however in recent years times have been hard on the trade with restrictions being imposed and the illegality of it being a constant threat. Though it becomes less of a threat if you know the correct people in power and know what they enjoy; An influential oil Barron enjoys whips and canes, whilst the health minister enjoys being at the receiving end of such instruments, the two "hit it off" almost immediately and photographic protection was used of cause. This was unnecessary as the two now meet monthly and have offered a number of payments for the building's maintenance and Mrs Doe did enjoy any money savers.
Pausing before her door Mrs Doe looked upon the last portrait in her hallway was set apart from the rest and broke the chain of those before it; it showed the image of a man being shot by several men whilst holding an unpinned grenade. it was her favourite above all else.
"I'll pay back Double what is dealt on me" Mrs Doe said to the portrait as she entered her surprise.
Her room was dark and not a creature was stirring, except for her desires deep inside, Mrs Doe could smell Mr. Doe's scent on the air, an oak and lemon scent that moistened her lips, but her 'husband' was no where to be found. Only a note on the bedside table and underneath it a silk scarf was new. the note read: "My dearest Jane Doe, wear and wait. Love John. hmm.. that koi bastard", Jane lifted her red hair into a bun, and put on the soft silk scarf, covering her eyes and waited.
With one of her senses lost Jane became increasing enthralled by the scent of her lover, and the sounds around her. waiting for what seemed like an age Jane heard a door creak open and close softly.
"You took your time getting here" Jane stated impatiently,
There was no reply, only muffled foot steps moving closer, she was not bound yet Jane found it difficult to move only speak. "Well?"
He was in front of her now, so close that the warmth from his body seeped from him drawing her closer into his embrace, all sounds lost from the building, all she could hear was her heartbeat and breathing. A hungry mouth found her lips and an excited tongue did war inside her mouth.
Then, then he stepped back from her and shushed her moans of protest. Her lover was circling her now like a shark who has just tasted the scent of blood, he was behind her now and unzipped her dress, it fell effortlessly to the floor at her feet leaving Jane naked, blind, and feeling vulnerable. In moments of the dress hitting the floor her round breast was in his hand and kissing along her neck, he sort to tease her, being gentle upon her neck whilst squeezing her erect nipples between his fingers. her breathing was becoming shorter as a hand left a breast leaving it feeling lonely and run a warm hand down her body, passing down her stomach and over her thighs stroking over her underwear. the hand began to rub between her legs sending shudders through her body and making her moist.
She wanted him in her yet he would not move, her eyes still blind but she knew he was smiling relishing every moment, as he turned her and met her mouth once more. The touch of his fingers excited her further and he slowly put them down her pants and teased her lips, toying with them, moving from side to side and entering her slowly, but he was aroused now and she was picked up and moved to her bed, underwear removed in a flash, and his tongue was inside once more, but this time it was not her mouth that he strode in. his tongue sort only her clitoris, moving hungrily around seeking deeper and deeper as hands kept her body warm. Her body arched with each stroke of his hungry tongue and could do little to contain her moans, becoming louder and louder, she wanted in her now, her body yearned for him, legs turned to jelly at his touch and he was ready to she felt him leave her and felt the scarf being removed.
Before her was her man, John was breathing heavily, body wet from sweat and her juices, and he was hard she could see his erection twitching and calling to her as her body called to him. He turned her around rubbing his hands over her hoo-ha, parting her legs and using his hard penis to excite her further. finally he entered her and began to move back and forth entering a rhythm with her breathing, go deeper and further each time. The scarf came back, now around her neck and held from behind by her lover, it shortened her breath further but she was not scared it increased his grip on her and he entered hard now making her eyes roll and heart skip, the enjoyment was eye watering, her legs oozed her juices and his sweat entwined. There continued for what seemed like hours reaching a climax together Jane has not felt before, her back near split when she gasped the last of her passion out of her self and they collapsed on top of one another in a heap.
Their bodies still breathless and heaving John rolled her over to look into Jane's eyes, eyes of hazelnut met her, seeped in desire and lust. Time dripped past them as that lay amongst crumpled sheets and worn out springs. John was first to break the silence as her handed her the silk scarf.
"Put this somewhere safe my dear, for the next time" and he kissed her brow.
Jane rolled over him and reached for her bed side table, then John stopped her.
"No, somewhere better then that, we wouldn't want someone else using it would we"
His smile melted her and Jane nodded, slinking off the bed breasts bonding as she strode towards a painting on the wall, and moved it aside revealing her safe. It was an old thing but it was a bonus that came with the house so Jane could not complain and in this day and age you could never be too careful. Warm hands cupped her breasts before the open door, the touch of him made her eager once more. He lead her back to the bed. He left the safe door open.
Pausing before her door Mrs Doe looked upon the last portrait in her hallway was set apart from the rest and broke the chain of those before it; it showed the image of a man being shot by several men whilst holding an unpinned grenade. it was her favourite above all else.
"I'll pay back Double what is dealt on me" Mrs Doe said to the portrait as she entered her surprise.
Her room was dark and not a creature was stirring, except for her desires deep inside, Mrs Doe could smell Mr. Doe's scent on the air, an oak and lemon scent that moistened her lips, but her 'husband' was no where to be found. Only a note on the bedside table and underneath it a silk scarf was new. the note read: "My dearest Jane Doe, wear and wait. Love John. hmm.. that koi bastard", Jane lifted her red hair into a bun, and put on the soft silk scarf, covering her eyes and waited.
With one of her senses lost Jane became increasing enthralled by the scent of her lover, and the sounds around her. waiting for what seemed like an age Jane heard a door creak open and close softly.
"You took your time getting here" Jane stated impatiently,
There was no reply, only muffled foot steps moving closer, she was not bound yet Jane found it difficult to move only speak. "Well?"
He was in front of her now, so close that the warmth from his body seeped from him drawing her closer into his embrace, all sounds lost from the building, all she could hear was her heartbeat and breathing. A hungry mouth found her lips and an excited tongue did war inside her mouth.
Then, then he stepped back from her and shushed her moans of protest. Her lover was circling her now like a shark who has just tasted the scent of blood, he was behind her now and unzipped her dress, it fell effortlessly to the floor at her feet leaving Jane naked, blind, and feeling vulnerable. In moments of the dress hitting the floor her round breast was in his hand and kissing along her neck, he sort to tease her, being gentle upon her neck whilst squeezing her erect nipples between his fingers. her breathing was becoming shorter as a hand left a breast leaving it feeling lonely and run a warm hand down her body, passing down her stomach and over her thighs stroking over her underwear. the hand began to rub between her legs sending shudders through her body and making her moist.
She wanted him in her yet he would not move, her eyes still blind but she knew he was smiling relishing every moment, as he turned her and met her mouth once more. The touch of his fingers excited her further and he slowly put them down her pants and teased her lips, toying with them, moving from side to side and entering her slowly, but he was aroused now and she was picked up and moved to her bed, underwear removed in a flash, and his tongue was inside once more, but this time it was not her mouth that he strode in. his tongue sort only her clitoris, moving hungrily around seeking deeper and deeper as hands kept her body warm. Her body arched with each stroke of his hungry tongue and could do little to contain her moans, becoming louder and louder, she wanted in her now, her body yearned for him, legs turned to jelly at his touch and he was ready to she felt him leave her and felt the scarf being removed.
Before her was her man, John was breathing heavily, body wet from sweat and her juices, and he was hard she could see his erection twitching and calling to her as her body called to him. He turned her around rubbing his hands over her hoo-ha, parting her legs and using his hard penis to excite her further. finally he entered her and began to move back and forth entering a rhythm with her breathing, go deeper and further each time. The scarf came back, now around her neck and held from behind by her lover, it shortened her breath further but she was not scared it increased his grip on her and he entered hard now making her eyes roll and heart skip, the enjoyment was eye watering, her legs oozed her juices and his sweat entwined. There continued for what seemed like hours reaching a climax together Jane has not felt before, her back near split when she gasped the last of her passion out of her self and they collapsed on top of one another in a heap.
Their bodies still breathless and heaving John rolled her over to look into Jane's eyes, eyes of hazelnut met her, seeped in desire and lust. Time dripped past them as that lay amongst crumpled sheets and worn out springs. John was first to break the silence as her handed her the silk scarf.
"Put this somewhere safe my dear, for the next time" and he kissed her brow.
Jane rolled over him and reached for her bed side table, then John stopped her.
"No, somewhere better then that, we wouldn't want someone else using it would we"
His smile melted her and Jane nodded, slinking off the bed breasts bonding as she strode towards a painting on the wall, and moved it aside revealing her safe. It was an old thing but it was a bonus that came with the house so Jane could not complain and in this day and age you could never be too careful. Warm hands cupped her breasts before the open door, the touch of him made her eager once more. He lead her back to the bed. He left the safe door open.
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