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- Herausgeber: Nikki Blood
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
XXX Erotica For those who like or need more substance with their hot and naughty, I present to you the serial story of a slave no more. Alana’s training intensifies as unseen forces move against the Loran Temple. A disturbing yet sensual adventure deep into the heart of the Blood Empire, and those concerned with the Skull Throne.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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Table of Contents
The Courtesan - Part Two
The Courtesan - Part Two | Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
The Courtesan - Part two, by Nikki Blood
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XXX Erotica
For those who like or need more substance with their hot and naughty, I present to you the serial story of a slave no more.
Alana’s training intensifies as unseen forces move against the Loran Temple.
A disturbing yet sensual adventure deep into the heart of the Blood Empire, and those concerned with the Skull Throne.
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Novel and Cover Illustration Copyright © 2016 Nikki Blood. All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. The scanning, uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or any other means without the permission of the author is illegal. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.
The Courtesan - Part Two
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Chapter Eight
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After the nighttime meal I sat in my room, thinking on the problem Mistress Cali presented us, when she entered with a eunuch in tow. She said nothing as she stripped me of my robe, and exited the room.
The eunuch dropped his clothes to one side, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his hardening dick. As a slave I had seen many men, many sizes, shapes, hard and soft. I was taught to ignore such things under the mantra, looked at, but never seen.
This dick I couldn’t ignore. It was long, fat, and pulsed with power. His ball sack had something inside, because it hung as if weighted. There was very little hair around his tool.
He sat me on the edge of the bed, and I wasn’t sure what to expect, when he cocked one leg up, foot resting on the edge of my mattress, and then stuffed his meat into my mouth.
I took in every inch that I could, and gagged. Only then did he back off.
He thrust again and again, and as time passed he gained speed. My lips were stretched into an “O” shape, and he was fucking my mouth like it was a hot juicy pussy.
I found so much pleasure in the act. My first time sucking hard hot cock. His smell was that of fresh sweat, a sweet smell, one I thought good. His taste was slightly salty, and his girth across my tongue felt amazing.
“Most men,” he said, “like their women submissive. Not treated as equals, but as a toy to use as we see fit. Are you ready to play?”
He sped up again, and his cock slipped deeper down my throat. I didn’t have time to gag, and barely had the time to catch a small breath between thrusts, when he stopped and pulled away from me.
“Now you,” he said. “Fuck your mouth with my long hard cock. Only this time you will suck, and you will suck hard each and every time my cock slides out of your mouth.”
I did as I was told, and found my excitement rising, with me becoming wetter.
“Mistress Cali thinks highly of you, Alana. I can see why. You are instinctively careful not to scrape my flesh with your teeth. Suck it. Suck my hard, hot juicy cock.”
In no time at all I had found my rhythm, and little by little I felt him slide deeper down my throat. I sucked harder.
It was then he pulled himself out of my mouth, and I could taste his sweet yet somewhat salty semen, but I knew he had yet to ejaculate.
“Not yet,” he said. “I will enjoy you for all you are worth.”
I had heard the term minute-man from many an unhappy wife or mistress, and only now fully understood what was meant. I would have been most unhappy if he had cum, and my first time at real sex play was over.
“Do you play with yourself?” he asked with excited eyes, these same eyes seeming to see past mine, looking deep into my lustful soul.
“Yes,” I said.
“Show me. Play with your pussy. Give me a show I won’t soon forget.”
I laid back on the mattress, pulling one leg up until my knee rested against my tit, bringing my other leg up a little, and to the side, almost resting my knee on the bed. That gave him a view of both holes I thought he would enjoy. I then opened myself up so he could see inside.
He looked at my pussy, and waited.
I worked my clit slowly, ran a finger around the rim of my pussy hole, and then dipped a finger deep inside. I did this for a few minutes when my excitement took over, and found my other hand now working my clit, while the hand I had started with was stabbing first one finger into my pussy hole, and then two fingers, and then three fingers, stretching me out in the way I always found delicious.
“Never use more than two fingers,” he cautioned. “Keep yourself tight, and pleasing.”
“I like to finger my asshole,” I said, somewhat breathless. I shouldn’t have been that excited, but I was. His eyes watching me made my greedy little clit throb.
“Do it.”
I crammed first one wet finger into my ass, and then another, working the hole hard, feeling the skin around it pull in the direction my fingers were moving.
It was then I had to stop working my cunt with my other hand, and used two fingers to hold myself open, letting him enjoy all of me. If I was to work my clit, I would have had an orgasm, and I wanted this pleasure to last.
“You would do better to have more control over yourself,” he said, leaning onto me, pulling my hands away from my naughty holes almost at the same time. He then took both legs into his beefy hands, almost folding me in half, and shoved every inch of his big hard cock into my hot wet cunt.
The pressure of another on me and in me, this is what I had been craving for a very long time, without being able to properly voice the need.
He pounded himself into me, not being gentle at all, and then stopped long enough to turn me on my side. He straddled my leg, holding the other next to my chest, and shoved himself into [...]
