1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Fourteen: The Lust of the Concubines


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    against the door. “Holy shit. What kinda slut are you?” Her cheeks burned with humiliation. But she didn't have to be this way. That was the point of this trip. If she could be with Kyle, then she wouldn't need to blow strange men in an airplane's toilet. Even if she enjoyed the feel of it, the way his hands grabbed her face, holding her head as his hips thrust his thick shaft into her mouth. “That's it, slut! Suck my cock!” Her pussy burned, growing more and more wet as she tasted his precum. Her mouths sucked and she moaned as her passion spilled through her. She slid her hands up his thighs, squeezing him as her passion grew more and more intense. “Shit!” His balls slapped her chin as his cock shoved down her throat. More of his precum leaked into her mouth, whetting the girl's appetite for the main course. His fingers squeezed on her head, his hips thrusting faster. “Whore!” Salt squirted into Fumi's mouth. “Take it, slut! Drink my cum!” Fumi swallowed, wonderful life flooding her. She came. Her howls of rapture were muffled by his thick cock flooding more and more cum. She swallowed, savoring the taste and energy that suffused her body. Her panties were soaked as her lust flooded out of her pussy. She shivered and shuddered and pretended it was Kyle cumming in her lips. The man fucked her mouth one last time. “What a little slut,” he grunted, pulling his softening cock from her lips, zipping up. “Shit. I needed to get back to my wife.” Fumi didn't answer. She licked ...
    her lips, savoring the last traces of salty energy, a smile on her lips. That would tide her over to Japan. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Friday, January 24th – South Hill The media was waiting outside of Kyle's house when he and his concubines stepped out, ready for school. Kyle blinked in surprise at the waiting cameras and reporters parked on the street, rushing up the driveway to him. “Are you Kyle Unmei?” a female reporter asked. “Eh, yeah,” he frowned, bright lights shining in his eyes. Aaliyah clutched his arm, trembling. “Your wife, Christy Leonardson, is listed as missing, do you have any idea where she is?” “No,” he answered, swallowing. “She, uh, left on Wednesday after we had a fight. I haven't seen her since.” “And it's just a coincidence that a teacher and three students were murdered on Wednesday evening, and that your wife is one of two others missing?” “I guess.” “You don't seem that concerned.” “He is very concerned,” Aaliyah bristled. “Christy left after heated words and we're all very worried.” “Yeah!” Chyna added, stepping up along side him. “I don't know what happened out in Graham and I don't see what that has to do with Christy's disappearance?” Kyle lied, his face flushed. “We have to get to school.” “Kyle! I have a source that says your girlfriend, the dead, and the missing were all a part of the same book club and that there are rumors of—” “I'm going to school!” Kyle barked. “You're on private property. Get off and let us go!” He wanted to wish them ...
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