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Retired- Chapter Three – Praetorian Guard

Date: 11/15/2014, Categories: Science-Fiction, Author: Brootforce, Rating: 89.3, Source: sexstories.com

as her body seemed to melt in my arms. Her hands worked on my belt and soon my pants were on the floor. Then I unfastened her pants and they joined the pool of clothing on the floor. I reached behind and ran my hand across the bare cheek of her ass. A little exploring with my hands told me she was wearing thong underwear. “My, my, Pralla, you seem to be completely out of uniform.” “Not yet, Drake. My boots are still on.” I bent down and picked her up over my shoulder. She gave a gasp as I carried her to the couch and sat her down. Then I bent down and removed both her boots and mine. Once these were out of the way, I reached up and slowly slid her panties down her legs. The silvery grey hair on her head was a perfect match for the thin strip of hair between her legs. I put her legs on my shoulders and went for the treasure I sought. She gasped as my tongue brushed the lips of her slit. That gasp turned to a soft moan as I tickled my tongue on her rosebud. When I moved back upward and sucked on the little nub I found, she exploded. Her scream would have awakened the dead. Her hands locked in my hair and she vibrated against my face. “Ma’am, are you alright in there?!”, a voice called, as someone tried the doorknob. “Go the fuck away!”, Pralla shouted, and then she started to laugh. “I think our cover is already blown.” I did not answer -- instead I moved down to scoop her honey with my tongue. Her laughter turned to moans of pleasure. “Oh god, your tongue must be made of ... magic,” she said, as she started to vibrate into a second orgasm. I waited until she was shuddering on the couch then, I sucked her clit into my mouth again and pushed a finger inside her. She let out another scream of passion. I began to pump my finger in and out of her sweet flower. Each time I would hook it upward and rub that soft flesh at the top. This made her shudder each time. The fabric of her couch was getting soaked. Her fluids were flowing like a river of sugar water. She quivered her way through several more orgasms, each louder than the last. Then she grabbed my hair and pulled me up hard. I was guided up into position, then she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in balls deep. “Fuck me until we both are exhausted.” I started to drive into her. Each thrust was accompanied by the slapping sound of our bodies coming together. The look in her eyes was one of smoldering lust. This woman fully intended to screw me to death. Thrust after thrust, we slammed together. Then I felt it building. I picked her up and made her roll over. Now I was behind her as she knelt on the couch. I could now give her a pounding that would make her ass sore for a week. A few minutes later, I lifted her again and turned to drop on the couch. She was now sitting in my lap. It did not take her long to get her legs underneath her. She began to thrust up and down like an animal. She was orgasming every three or four strokes. She shocked me beyond my imagination next. She lifted up off of me ...