1. The Storyteller of Brompton House - part two


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

    playful slap on her bum. They picked up their robes and scampered inside. “This is a Storyteller’s Chair. High back. They usually have arms and a wide seat but this I use when I want to keep turning to a seated audience. Now I am going to prepare you for storytime, come and stand in front of me.” Cat drew her in. “You’re going to sit facing me with my prick inside your cunt. Hold on to the back of the chair.” He began speaking close to her ear, while at times teasing her nipples and at others tracing a finger nail up her spine, or along the inside of her thighs. The plot unwound quickly but with a myriad of possible twists and turns. The true identity of characters was sometimes hidden, but the graphic descriptions of sexual acts began to work on Carrie. She was rocking back and forth and lifting herself a little as she was impaled on his cock. Her breathing became quicker; the tension she felt was heightened by his intermittent touching and caressing. The descriptions of squirting and of thick ropes of spunk, the orgasmic animal like sounds of the different players was like the events were happening in the room with them. Spunk dripping, being swallowed and shared was standard stuff, but the surprise payback and excitement lay in the highly detailed description." “Payback’s going to be a bitch,” the wife of a cheating husband declared. It was clear the story was reaching a crescendo that could not yet be perceived, and Carrie felt her own violent ejaculation beginning to ...
    build. Cat changed the use of his hands and began using her own fluids to tease and stimulate. He pushed a finger into her arsehole and began a finger fuck. This was followed by a description of sexual abandon that was so filthy, yet so erotic that she came to the verge. In a throaty growl and laboured breathing Cat whispered hard in her ear, “You are Giselle, this is happening to you now, this very second. You are feeling all that sloppy spunk in you, and on you – YESS, here comes more." At this point Carrie screamed as her body was racked with tremors, and a seeming endless series of unbearable ecstasies. She exploded the most violent outpouring of cum, beyond anything she could have hitherto thought possible. Cat was saturated. He collected what he could to taste it and rubbed it over his body and hers but then, as she began to subside, he remained still. She had been to a height she didn’t know about, and he knew he had to help her down. He wrapped his arms around her in a loving embrace to let her feel she was safe, and to give her time. It needed a full five minutes, but eventually Carrie was controlling her breathing again. Aftershock like tremors still shook her as she gazed into Cat’s eyes in awe. She tried to speak but could only croak. “Carrie, my darling, I am going to lift you up now and help you into the armchair, and then I am going to bring you a glass of cordial. You need to drink it slowly.” Ten minutes later her breathing was back to normal and she could walk ...
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