Hellfire {8/11}afterandalasiaOctober 17 2014, 22:27:27 UTC
Fore and aft she let them take her; she had known whores who did this, though she had never done as such herself. The thought made her shudder and let her press closer, drawing the man's cock right down her throat, hearing him make a strangled cry as her lips met the base of him. His hands tightened in her hair, and with a judder of his hips he came, hot and hard. Esmeralda pulled back with a wicked laugh, closing her eyes to feel it splatter across her face and tasting it on her lips, all salt and skin. She felt it paint in stripes across her cheeks, and as she laughed it was becoming easier to take the captain in her ass, his thick cock still feeling as if it was pushing deeper and wider with each thrust.
"Come here," the captain growled, and pulled her upright with an arm around her ribs, arching her back and changing the angle of his cock in her so that it seemed to grind deeper. His hand groped down her front and slipped between her thighs, fumbling for her clit. Another of them added his hand, sliding his fingers into her, as his hard cock brushed against her hip.
She spread her legs a little wider, letting them support her weight as the captain continued his buggery and the second man added a third finger to fuck her with. Hands on her breasts; she closed her eyes and lost herself to the sensation of the hands, the sound of grunting and panting and the men with their hands still on their cocks out of desperation for her. It is only as the captain slid out of her that she looked round again, this time with a curled lip of disapproval.
"What is the matter, captain? Has your cock lost its way?"
But the man was still red-cheeked and smiling darkly, and he pulled her away from the table to let another man step in front of her. She had not had this man - his cock is shorter, thicker, curved slightly downwards and twitching-hard.
"I once had a whore who took a man in her cunt and one in her ass at the same time," said the man before her. "What do you say to that?"
She met his eyes unwaveringly. "Bring me a whore and I will fuck her as well. Or let her fuck me, if she has the dildo for it."
It made the men laugh, and the soldier before her lay back on the table. With a toss of her hair, Esmeralda stepped forwards and climbed to straddle him, taking him in hand to rub the head of his cock against the wet lips of her cunt. When he tried to take hold of her hand, she slapped his arm away, hand curled so that her nails scratched his skin, and pressed him against her clit just to infuriate him.
"Hell and brimstone," she heard him breath, turning his eyes away just for a moment with the muscles of his neck cording, and only then did she guide him into her, slowly sinking down.
Her thighs were warm with effort as she rode him, feeling the ghosts of pleasure still rolling through her and crashing back and forth against the new waves coming from the feel of his cock. She was expecting it when one of the men stepped forwards and she felt the press of a cock against her ass again. From the length as it settled in, she knew it was the captain, and then his hands slid down her waist. With both hands, she lifted up her hair and took them both, rolling her hips into them, every beat of her pulse throbbing through her and bringing waves of pleasure with it.
Hands slid over her hips and waist, cupped her breasts, dragged over the line of her throat. She let them, did not care for whose they are, just for the pleasure on her skin and the fullness rushing through her. The pleasure built in her, and her eyes lolled half closed as the muscles of her thighs grew tight, her belly pooling with heat. Faster she took them, pleasure spiking and thudding, until with a cry she came, shattering, almost falling forwards as stars burst behind her eyes and heat rushed through her.
"She even screams like a whore," said one of the men appreciatively, and Esmeralda chuckled along with them.
"I learnt it from your wife," she replied, hoarse voiced.
"Come here," the captain growled, and pulled her upright with an arm around her ribs, arching her back and changing the angle of his cock in her so that it seemed to grind deeper. His hand groped down her front and slipped between her thighs, fumbling for her clit. Another of them added his hand, sliding his fingers into her, as his hard cock brushed against her hip.
She spread her legs a little wider, letting them support her weight as the captain continued his buggery and the second man added a third finger to fuck her with. Hands on her breasts; she closed her eyes and lost herself to the sensation of the hands, the sound of grunting and panting and the men with their hands still on their cocks out of desperation for her. It is only as the captain slid out of her that she looked round again, this time with a curled lip of disapproval.
"What is the matter, captain? Has your cock lost its way?"
But the man was still red-cheeked and smiling darkly, and he pulled her away from the table to let another man step in front of her. She had not had this man - his cock is shorter, thicker, curved slightly downwards and twitching-hard.
"I once had a whore who took a man in her cunt and one in her ass at the same time," said the man before her. "What do you say to that?"
She met his eyes unwaveringly. "Bring me a whore and I will fuck her as well. Or let her fuck me, if she has the dildo for it."
It made the men laugh, and the soldier before her lay back on the table. With a toss of her hair, Esmeralda stepped forwards and climbed to straddle him, taking him in hand to rub the head of his cock against the wet lips of her cunt. When he tried to take hold of her hand, she slapped his arm away, hand curled so that her nails scratched his skin, and pressed him against her clit just to infuriate him.
"Hell and brimstone," she heard him breath, turning his eyes away just for a moment with the muscles of his neck cording, and only then did she guide him into her, slowly sinking down.
Her thighs were warm with effort as she rode him, feeling the ghosts of pleasure still rolling through her and crashing back and forth against the new waves coming from the feel of his cock. She was expecting it when one of the men stepped forwards and she felt the press of a cock against her ass again. From the length as it settled in, she knew it was the captain, and then his hands slid down her waist. With both hands, she lifted up her hair and took them both, rolling her hips into them, every beat of her pulse throbbing through her and bringing waves of pleasure with it.
Hands slid over her hips and waist, cupped her breasts, dragged over the line of her throat. She let them, did not care for whose they are, just for the pleasure on her skin and the fullness rushing through her. The pleasure built in her, and her eyes lolled half closed as the muscles of her thighs grew tight, her belly pooling with heat. Faster she took them, pleasure spiking and thudding, until with a cry she came, shattering, almost falling forwards as stars burst behind her eyes and heat rushed through her.
"She even screams like a whore," said one of the men appreciatively, and Esmeralda chuckled along with them.
"I learnt it from your wife," she replied, hoarse voiced.
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