Michael Jaeggers - Honeymoon hotel

She fought with every bit of will-power she had to keep from doing that again. She hadn't been conscious of doing it the first time; she wasn't sure how she had done it… please, please, just don't let it happen again. But it did happen, and there was a minor groan from him. It happened again… and again… and again until it seemed almost as if she had attached an automatic milking machine down there between her legs.

Lord Medwell was making a slow rocking motion between her thighs. She could feel the narrow passageway to her innermost femaledom being widened with each short stroke. The friction had caused her vagina to run – within seconds – the entire spectrum from cold agony to hot willing anticipation. The hot glow of passion outside was being rubbed and pushed inside; she could feel it creeping relentlessly along the vaginal walls to the tip of her uterus… a strange and wonderful glow. She fought that, too. She fought her breathing, which was becoming more shallow, more rapid. The perspiration popped out on her forehead as she fought a desperate losing battle with her pelvis after discovering it shamelessly rising to meet the downward thrust of his cock; she forced her pelvis back to the mattress. A second later, though, it had begun moving slowly upward again like an open-mouthed fish rising to the bait.

And then, as suddenly as it began, the battle was over. Sue's body was asserting its independence from her ethics, her morals, her upbringing, her will-power! The lewd flames of lust coursed salaciously through her veins, and her heart sped up its action in an effort to get the hot desire – contaminated blood into every part of her body. Her pelvis as she had feared, was the first to unleash itself. After a long struggle, it began moving up and down of its own volition on the white rod of hardened flesh – the two things moving in harmony and growing excitement. Her inner muscles went next; twitching against, massaging, and milking the cock for its entire length. One section of muscle squeezed so tightly on Lord Medwell's prick that he groaned uncomfortably.

It was all going away from her. Sue could mentally stand off and watch her body – as though she were watching the actions of a lust-crazed prostitute beneath a stranger's pounding weight. Her face was beginning to twist in an expression of unbridled desire. Her body writhed beneath him, and she made low hums of passionate encouragement with each new thrust of his prick. Her breath now was coming in puppy dog-like pants. Her legs on either side of his driving hips were moving in tiny lewd circles as though she were using a hula hoop. Suddenly, Sue's mind which had been able to stand off and watch all this became too excited to be denied its participation. There was no longer any thought but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this man who was bringing her rapidly to a peak of glory she had never consciously known existed. She was cumming again; she knew it. She wanted it… she didn't want it… she wanted it… she wanted it… and she was close, close, close!

Then, Lord Medwell stopped.

Unbelievingly she looked up at him. He grinned down at her. "You do like to be fucked, don't you, my dear?"

She stared at him, burning hatred in her eyes, her nostrils quivering with each short breath she took.

He flexed his cock deep inside her.

"Ummm," she mewled.

"You like to be fucked?" He flexed it twice.

"Oh, God, help me. Yes. Yes!" she screamed, and the cry came from the deepest part of her being. "Fuck me."

"All right, my dear. We have a slight change in plan, though. A much more enjoyable way of you reaching your little climax. You'll get all of the photographs, providing you follow directions."

It was the heat within her that made her answer through gritted teeth, "I'll do anything." She moaned helplessly as she moved her pelvis up and down, up and down, wanting to bring herself to final fruition.

Lord Medwell twitched his cock again. In response to her groan of delight, he said, "Yes… I guess you would do anything right now. I'm weary, my dear. I'll lie on the bottom, you shall be on top." Clasping her buttocks tightly in each hand, he rolled over, carrying Sue with him. His cock stayed deeply buried in now wildly stretched vagina during the entire exercise.

Sue propped her knees into the mattress, with his legs between her. Lord Medwell used his hands to pull her buttocks down, then pushed her back up. "That's the way it's done," he said.

She rode his prick up and down and round and round as though she were aboard a carousel horse – her cunt reaching hopefully for the elusive brass ring of forbidden pleasure. She moaned in wild delight as she discovered that this new position permitted extra friction from his cock against her clitoris. It was beyond a doubt the most exciting thing she had ever felt in her life. She hated herself for what she was doing, yet knew it was impossible not to do it. She was his helpless slave now, even though she were on top and free to dart away. The pictures were unimportant… the cock was the thing. She rode him unmercifully… bouncing up and down obscenely, flaunting her pelvis against the impaling shaft as though she were trying to drive it all the way through her body.

Through it all, Lord Medwell lay there with an amused smile on his face; he even had his hands behind his head!

Sue could feel everything coming together down there now. She was mixing ingredients that – together – became a wild unstable compound which was threatening to explode at any moment. Her body was moving in abandoned wantonness. She was coming closer, closer, closer. She was moaning – mouthing incoherencies – and her eyes were rolling around in her head. Then Lord Medwell's arms locked her in position! She was incapable of movement!

She stared down at him, wondering if he was cumming, or if he had suddenly gone mad. Instead he was smiling mysteriously. Impatiently, she wiggled her ass a couple of time in an effort to get loose from his arms. He shook his head. "Relax, my dear. Here's where you get all of the pictures. Just lie still for a minute. Don't move."

Sue felt obscene with her buttocks waving nakedly in the air that way, but she did as instructed, feeling her inner muscles milking and massaging the warm cudgel inside her.

Suddenly, she felt a strange finger rubbing from her vagina to her anus!

She screamed and twisted around, then moaned in terror when she saw Tom Morgan beside the bed. He was completely naked; his stubby cock was at full erection.

"Good evening, Sue," Tom said formally, and pressured his wet finger into her tight puckered little anal ring.

"Oh, no… please no." Sue panted. "You can't… it isn't right." She jerked and tried to rise.

"Hold her," Tom ordered, and Sue felt Lord Medwell's arms lock again like a vise around her waist. Sue screamed again, this time in pain, as the finger moved all the way in to its knuckle. She groaned as he began sawing it back and forth. Sue attempted to get away from it by pressing down; this only skewered her cunt more deeply on Lord Medwell's cock coming up from below.

She could feel the prick flexing inside of her. She tensed her buttocks tight in an effort to escape the finger; the action did nothing to halt Morgan's intrusion, but Lord Medwell moaned in delight.

Morgan was kneading the left cheek of her ass with his hand. He kissed that sensitive spot below the base of her spine and bit her buttocks painfully. And all the time his finger sawed away monotonously at the straining depths of her tightly clenched rectum.

"Please… no," Sue had begun, but then said, "Gaaaaggghh," as a second finger joined the first.

"Hurry, Morgan," Lord Medwell commented. "She is nibbling me to sweet death. I do believe the bitch has got me rather close to cumming."