1. The Storyteller of Brompton House - part two


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Rheged6, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    more graphic; all enthusiastically embellished by the girls. Arndisa was seduced by two work colleagues while away on a conference, the sort of conference that Cherry would actually go to. Just how she opened her legs as she sat on each of their faces, just what happened when she squirted was all detailed. Such was the banter that had built up, along with the alcohol, Arndisa/Cherry began to hope this fantasy might one day be a reality. Bergdis had a different man in her bed every Saturday night and each thought her husband was away. In reality her husband was in a spare room watching everything via CCTV. Bergdis/Sadie would send her lover on his way, but remain on the bed just as she had been fucked. Her husband would come in and find her pussy leaking cum, or her face and tits splattered. They would then fuck each other senseless, all the while using the filthiest language they could. Bergdis/Sadie and her husband had actually tried this; but even the Friday night sessions had not drawn it out of her. She sat at the table quivering with sexual excitement, as she both listened and re-lived. Froydis had lost a game of cards. Holding a hand of three kings and two queens she had felt invincible, but having no chips left, she bet her body to her opponent. He had made her up it by saying she had to give herself to all four of the men around the table. She had agreed. Then her opponent had turned over four aces and a Jack. Froydis/Fiona listened aghast, and enthralled, at what ...
    she had then been obliged to endure. Arndisa, Bergdis and Froydis were excited beyond anything they had experienced. Their anticipation of what Ljota would be doing had them holding their breath. But Cat changed the game. “Now, it is time to begin the account of the Four Maidens of Thorvald’s Fjord,” he declared in the manner of Skald. Come to the storytelling chair for you are each to be ravished.” The girls found the reality he injected into his tone a little disconcerting, but they followed him to the basement. They sat on four low cushioned chairs set in a quarter circle before the storytelling chair, which was raised on a 10” dais. Each girl had a low table by her side, and a flagon of mead. Cat took his chair. “I am Skald of Yorvik,” he intoned, “I will tell you the tale of the feud between Ragnar Fjallgeirson and Hallbjorn Thorvaldson, and what happened in Thorvald’s Fjord. For you; Arndisa Thorvaldsdottir, Bergdis Thorvaldsdottir, Froydis Thorvaldsdottir and Ljota Thorvaldsdottir; your lives hang in the balance.” “When Ragnar Fjallgeirson was voyaging in the Black Longboat, Hallbjorn raided Fjallgeirsfjord and Alvi, the wife of Ragnar was made slave. The Black Longboat of Ragnar Fjallgeirson has now come to Thorvaldsfjord, and the fury of Odin is in Ragnar’s heart. In silence did the oarsmen bring the Black Longboat to Thorvald’s Landing, and in silence did they come ashore; sword and axe in hand. Like a great wave breaking on the Skerries of Valhalour, in the Ragnarok ...
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