Free More Stories to Make You Blush by Marie Gray Page B

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    â€œI’ve got hours and hours of stories! But the best … No, wait … Ah, yes! There was the time I got a very sophisticated massage from the hands of two pretty Oriental women. I say “hands,” but actually it was their entire body. Picture this: they covered me with almond oil, then started sliding over me like eels, one in front, the other in back. I saw hands everywhere—between my buttocks, over my cock, around my waist, in my hair—and their tongues slid into every corner. It was divine—just imagine! You’d have thought they were competing to see who could give me more pleasure. They were both tiny and delicate. After sucking, licking, and groping whichever one of them was closest, I got to go inside them, one after the other. They were so small they almost choked my cock, but I wasn’t complaining! I penetrated one while making the other come with my hands, then they traded places. I barely had time to see the face of the one I’d just mounted before the other took her place. And then when I was ready to explode, one would sit on my face and force me to lick her as hard as I could, while the other one tenderly massaged me so I could get my strength back and hold on awhile longer. Finally, when she felt I was ready, she sucked me like mad. Then the game began again. I could barely make out whose mouth or pussy was wrapped around my cock. I don’t know how I did it, but it lasted for hours. What sweet memories! What incredible pleasures! My skin smelled like almonds for weeks after....”
    The bartender let out a low whistle of admiration, then said:
    â€œMaybe I got married too young; do you have other stories?”
    â€œOh, yes. I was in my heyday then. ”
    I was quiet for a few moments, trying to remember. Suddenly, Simone sprung to mind.
    â€œI’ll never forget Simone—hard and mean Simone. She took me to her dungeon where there was a poor naked girl, tied up and gagged. Simone was dressed like a real torture queen, whip in hand. She chained me up, too. First, she amused herself by shoving her hand, then the whip handle, inside that poor girl. I was fascinated by the whip going into her and how much it turned Simone on. She made her come several times this way, and I was really suffering. Then Simone untied me and ordered me to make love to the girl while she masturbated. There was no way I could refuse! I did what she told me to do, without balking. The poor girl was completely soaked and I pushed into her hard, like Simone wanted me to. I ploughed her as hard as I could, while watching my Mistress. Her hand rubbed back and forth across her shaved pussy between whip lashes, and from time to time, to reward me, she gave me a few, little well-placed strokes. It wasn’t too painful, and the victim was utterly delectable. She was totally passive and endured her punishment without complaining, while Simone forced me inside her by every means and into every orifice possible. No one said no to Simone! When she felt the girl had suffered enough, she ordered me to make her, Simone, come with the whip handle. I obeyed her to the word, knowing she was totally unpredictable. When she’d had enough of this instrument of lust, she told me to enter her. I was still all slippery from the other woman’s love juice. The girl watched me go with regret, begging me with her eyes to stay. Simone took pity on her. She went to the girl, allowed her to fondle her breasts and kiss her, while I penetrated her—first with the whip handle, then with my fine-tuned cock. Simone had become the victim.”
    â€œYou’re joking!”
    â€œNo, I’m serious! I can still feel the whip burns on my back.”
    â€œWhere does this Simone live?”
    â€œI can give you her number, but I can’t guarantee anything!”
    The bartender was looking at me with downright reverence. Obviously, he admired me as much as