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Couples/mslily09
Various - Genie
Adv of Miss Lilly's Tavern... 9
As hard as she'd come a few minutes earlier, Irish was still hot for Slade.
She groaned as she felt his cock slide up her rear passage. He was so thick
as he pushed deeper into her.
Irish arched her back, opening her ass even farther and felt the tip of his
cock strike as far as it could go. With his hands grasping her spread
cheeks, Slade held still inside her.
"God, Irish, you're so hot and tight back here," he gasped.
She rolled her hips and was rewarded with a hoarse moan. Repeating the
movement, she felt bolts of excitement begin to course through her body.
Being with Slade was wonderful, but having his thick cock up her butt was the
best. No matter how hard she came when he was eating her, an anal orgasm
beat them all.
As he began to stroke in and out, she gave herself up to the sheer pleasure.
She rocked back and forth, reveling as the head slid past her sphincter, then
withdrew, then plunged in again.
"Nuh, uh, uh," she grunted with each stroke, feeling him filling her to the
brim.
"Yes, Slade, honey, that's it," she said. "Do it."
His thrusts increased, stroking faster and faster.
"Oh, god, Slade, fuck me. Fuck my ass!" Irish tossed her head from side to
side, losing control. She always did when Slade ass-fucked her.
The touch of his fingers on her still swollen, still sensitive clit sent her
flying into the stratosphere. "Aaaaahhhh! God, yes, Slade! That's it! I'm
coming!"
As her anus contracted around his shaft, she felt the slick skin begin to
pulsate and then he was bathing her burning rectum with the heat of his seed.
Irish continued to thrust back against his spurting cock until Slade went
rigid and fell against her back, flattening her against the sheets.
Breathing heavily, her asshole still spasming, she lay there, wondering if
she would ever find a man as perfect as Slade that she could call her very
own.
Irish finished rinsing off as Slade completed buckling his belt. She smiled
to herself as she drew the damp cloth between her legs, feeling the coolness
soothe the heat there.
This had been one of their better nights, but, much as she wanted to go right
to sleep, the evening was early and Miss Lily would be expecting her to take
on some more customers.
After she was done washing and had donned her skimpy lingerie, she linked her
arm through Slade's. "Come on, cowboy. I'll walk ya downstairs."
She held tight to Slade, savoring the last feel of his body against hers.
As they strolled into the parlour, Miss Lily caught Irish's eye.
Irish squeezed his arm once and said, "Slade, honey, duty calls." She pressed
a kiss to his lips. "I better see ya again real soon, cowboy."
She knew Slade's eyes were on her as she sashayed across the room to her
madam. "Yes, Miss Lily?"
"Irish, I've had a special request for you," the other woman said. "Mr.
Crane has arrived and requested the pleasure of your services."
Irish looked around and sure enough, Jeremiah Crane sat in the corner. He
tipped his hat in her direction.
"Now, knowing Mr. Crane's proclivities, it is entirely within your right to
refuse. You know I'll back any one of my girls, but he did offer to pay
double.
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Irish's eyes widened. Double...of what was already a hefty price for Mr.
Crane. She reached a quick decision. "Okay, ma'am. I'll do it."
Miss Lily inclined her head. "Very well, I'll tell Jonah to prepare the
room. He'll signal you, as always, when he's done."
"Yes, ma'am," she murmured before heading for Jeremiah Crane.
She approached Jeremiah Crane where he sat in a corner, sipping whisky. She
stood in front of him, head bowed, hands laced.
"I'm glad you could accommodate me," Jeremiah said softly.
"Me, too, Mr. Crane," she said.
"But Irish, I hear you've been disobedient."
"Oh, no, sir." She looked up at him. "Not me."
This was all part of the game Jeremiah Crane liked to play. They bantered
back and forth a few more times before Jonah signaled Irish the room was
ready.
"Oh, Mr. Crane, if I've been a bad girl, then I need to go to my room."
Jeremiah licked his lips. "Yes, yes, my dear, go on. I shall follow."
Irish led the way into the Torture Chamber. As expected, Jonah had cleared
the room of all extraneous objects and implements so Jeremiah Crane wouldn't
be tempted to go beyond the boundaries they had already established.
Jeremiah took a seat on the hard wingback armchair and patted his knee. "I
think we will begin with an over the knee open handed spanking."
As Irish draped herself over his bony knees, she saw Jonah take up his usual
protective stance at the door. It made her feel safe to know that Jonah
wouldn't let Mr. Crane go too far, although so far in four visits, Jeremiah
Crane had stuck to his agenda.
She felt a cool breeze ruffle her skin as Jeremiah pulled up her negligee,
exposing her bare buttocks to his gaze. "Now, my dear," he began. "I am
certain..."
-Whack-
The first swat landed solidly as he continued, "...that you will be much more
careful..."
-Whack-
"...in the future and not be so unladylike."
His words died out, but the spanking continued with a steady rhythm.
-Whack- Pause. -Whack- Pause.
He alternated cheeks and she could feel the heat blossoming over her behind
and spreading throughout her entire body. She counted up to 25 slaps before
he finished and let her up.
"There, my dear, now you are warmed up for the rest of your punishment."
Irish followed the set script. "Oh, Mr. Crane, no more, please. My ass is
already bright red and burning."
As expected, he took no heed of her plea and motioned to Jonah. "I'm sorry,
my dear, but we must make sure you understand the severity of your
misbehavior."
As Jeremiah spoke, Jonah gently led Irish over to the whipping stone. She
lay flat on her stomach bending at the waist over the cool marble. The edge
of the rock cradled her pelvis and when she bent over, her breasts dropped
into the proper indentations.
Jonah stretched her arms out to the side and forward, fastening them snugly.
Her legs were spread so that all her weight rested on her pelvis and torso.
When she was properly spread and bound, Jonah gently tied a gag and a
blindfold in place.
"Thank you, Jonah," Jeremiah said. "It is very kind of you to help me
discipline my little Irish waif."
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