Fill: Road to New Roissy 5b/?voyeurineDecember 9 2011, 15:02:06 UTC
She bit him again, this time on the neck. Mycroft sighed and surrendered to the pleasure-pain. He’d worry about the source of her information later. If she was here, she had to be a society member, and traceable for future investigation. Right now he wanted Lestrade to see how much he was enjoying himself.
When Irene thrust into him a third time he pushed back and rotated his hips. He heard her gasp, and smiled around the gag. Felt good against your clit, did it? Without giving her a chance to collect herself, Mycroft ground against her more intensely. He felt her thighs tremble and her nails dig into his chest.
“Oh, you clever boy,” she choked. “Are you trying to top me from the bottom?”
Irene growled and pounded into his slick hole repeatedly, pausing every now and then to let him rub the dildo base against her groin. He imagined what he must look like to Gregory right now: collared and cuffed, face pushed into a wet bath mat and a fit, aggressive woman plunging deep into his arse with a strap-on.
Arousal made him daring. When Irene drew back for another thrust, he reared up, throwing her off. Hearing her fall onto her back, he swiveled around on his knees, straddled her slim hips, and lowered himself onto the bobbing dildo, taking care not to apply his full weight against her much smaller body. One of her hands grasped his waist as he bounced, while the other closed around his straining cock.
“Oh, you are creative,” she gasped. “Too bad you’re not mine…. But my helper is learning a lot right now.”
So am I, Miss Irene.
Mycroft rode her hard, grinding against her clit, while she jerked him off and yelled obscenities.
“I’m almost there, you slut. Who ever thought the great Mycroft Holmes could be stuffed with so much cock and still please a woman??”
When orgasm hit her, she screeched and rubbed her slick thumb over his cockhead with just the right amount of pressure. At the same time, her assistant knelt behind him and again applied a familiar touch, this time to his nipples. A few skilful pinches and twists and Mycroft came too, moaning as he imagined what Gregory must be seeing: thick bursts of ejaculate splashing heavily onto Irene’s leather covered breasts and stomach. Maybe he got some on her face too- he’d have to ask if he could see the tape afterward.
Once again she intercepted his thoughts.
“Mr. Lestrade will probably let you watch the tape in the morning. But right now, let’s ask your brother what he thinks of your performance.”
When Irene thrust into him a third time he pushed back and rotated his hips. He heard her gasp, and smiled around the gag. Felt good against your clit, did it? Without giving her a chance to collect herself, Mycroft ground against her more intensely. He felt her thighs tremble and her nails dig into his chest.
“Oh, you clever boy,” she choked. “Are you trying to top me from the bottom?”
Irene growled and pounded into his slick hole repeatedly, pausing every now and then to let him rub the dildo base against her groin. He imagined what he must look like to Gregory right now: collared and cuffed, face pushed into a wet bath mat and a fit, aggressive woman plunging deep into his arse with a strap-on.
Arousal made him daring. When Irene drew back for another thrust, he reared up, throwing her off. Hearing her fall onto her back, he swiveled around on his knees, straddled her slim hips, and lowered himself onto the bobbing dildo, taking care not to apply his full weight against her much smaller body. One of her hands grasped his waist as he bounced, while the other closed around his straining cock.
“Oh, you are creative,” she gasped. “Too bad you’re not mine…. But my helper is learning a lot right now.”
So am I, Miss Irene.
Mycroft rode her hard, grinding against her clit, while she jerked him off and yelled obscenities.
“I’m almost there, you slut. Who ever thought the great Mycroft Holmes could be stuffed with so much cock and still please a woman??”
When orgasm hit her, she screeched and rubbed her slick thumb over his cockhead with just the right amount of pressure. At the same time, her assistant knelt behind him and again applied a familiar touch, this time to his nipples. A few skilful pinches and twists and Mycroft came too, moaning as he imagined what Gregory must be seeing: thick bursts of ejaculate splashing heavily onto Irene’s leather covered breasts and stomach. Maybe he got some on her face too- he’d have to ask if he could see the tape afterward.
Once again she intercepted his thoughts.
“Mr. Lestrade will probably let you watch the tape in the morning. But right now, let’s ask your brother what he thinks of your performance.”
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