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March 19th 2007 22:33
Lundyn Parker was naked and on his knees between the thighs of Georgina, a model that took off her clothes to be featured in men’s magazines. Her eyes were intent on his and in her hand she held a hand-plaited whip. It was plaited from cord of several colours with decorative mariner’s knots around the shaft. It was in fact a half size version of a cat of nine tails. She had taken it off the wall in Lundyn’s sleeping cabin as they had playfully engaged in shedding each other’s clothes. She held on to it as she nuzzled at his shaft, moistening it with her tongue and lips prior to his insertion of her.
She had spanked the whip against Lundyn’s flanks as he rode her. She thrilled at the involuntary gasp and extra drive into her that the flick of the whip created. He had driven deep into her as he tried to escape the sharp pains she inflicted. His passion was high and he was riding on the edge of ecstasy and he would stop for nothing now. She could inflict anything on her lover knowing that he would endure all to satisfy his animal needs. She slid one hand to the base of his shaft and grasped it with her thumb and forefinger locking off the flow of blood to his cock. It also delayed the flow of semen down the shaft and he bucked harder between her legs till he had her grasping at his knob with the muscles of her love lips. He could feel her rising to his level of passion and pass the point of no return with small shudders of her body.
Still she would not let him release his sperm and then his second orgasm was building to a crescendo. At last with one hand flicking the whip and the other pulling his cock out of her body, she slid down the bed to face his shaft. As she eased her grasp on him it erupted the dam of creamy substance to pour like a torrent over her beautiful face. She sprayed his seed like fire hose dampening their love fires to a few smouldering embers.
Lundyn lay on his back as she licked the last of the love cream from her desert. Her face was a mass of drying sperm and her body was still warm with the fire of their lovemaking. Lundyn slipped into the sleep that men from time long forgotten, all engaged in after fully satisfying themselves. As he gave off his first long nasal snore she smiled to herself and slipped the shaft of the whip inside herself. She masturbated in time to his breathing, kneeling over his hips and his flaccid manhood. She looked at his face in deep sleep now and with a twist of the whip brought her orgasm quickly on and with the flexing of her love muscles poured out her own hot juices over his spent member. She ran a wet hand towel over herself and slid into a light wispy pink shift. She was jumping off the yacht to the wharf as Roscoe and the general were arriving.
“Hi Georgina,” called out Roscoe, “Lundyn in?”
She looked with smouldering eyes at Roscoe and said, “he was, but he is asleep now” and with a flick of her long brown hair stalked off the wharf.
“Bugger,” said the general, “I was hoping to get him awake and ready to move.”
She had spanked the whip against Lundyn’s flanks as he rode her. She thrilled at the involuntary gasp and extra drive into her that the flick of the whip created. He had driven deep into her as he tried to escape the sharp pains she inflicted. His passion was high and he was riding on the edge of ecstasy and he would stop for nothing now. She could inflict anything on her lover knowing that he would endure all to satisfy his animal needs. She slid one hand to the base of his shaft and grasped it with her thumb and forefinger locking off the flow of blood to his cock. It also delayed the flow of semen down the shaft and he bucked harder between her legs till he had her grasping at his knob with the muscles of her love lips. He could feel her rising to his level of passion and pass the point of no return with small shudders of her body.
Still she would not let him release his sperm and then his second orgasm was building to a crescendo. At last with one hand flicking the whip and the other pulling his cock out of her body, she slid down the bed to face his shaft. As she eased her grasp on him it erupted the dam of creamy substance to pour like a torrent over her beautiful face. She sprayed his seed like fire hose dampening their love fires to a few smouldering embers.
Lundyn lay on his back as she licked the last of the love cream from her desert. Her face was a mass of drying sperm and her body was still warm with the fire of their lovemaking. Lundyn slipped into the sleep that men from time long forgotten, all engaged in after fully satisfying themselves. As he gave off his first long nasal snore she smiled to herself and slipped the shaft of the whip inside herself. She masturbated in time to his breathing, kneeling over his hips and his flaccid manhood. She looked at his face in deep sleep now and with a twist of the whip brought her orgasm quickly on and with the flexing of her love muscles poured out her own hot juices over his spent member. She ran a wet hand towel over herself and slid into a light wispy pink shift. She was jumping off the yacht to the wharf as Roscoe and the general were arriving.
“Hi Georgina,” called out Roscoe, “Lundyn in?”
She looked with smouldering eyes at Roscoe and said, “he was, but he is asleep now” and with a flick of her long brown hair stalked off the wharf.
“Bugger,” said the general, “I was hoping to get him awake and ready to move.”
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