The Raid - Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Raid - Part 2

The Captain undid his sash and let his robes fall to the ground. The girl watched him until he stood before her like the gods created him- except for numerous scars which he received later in his life. The tiny heart in her chest was still pounding fast and the smell of his cum lingered. The silent man picked up a few pillows that had been stacked in a corner of the room. He dropped them behind her and finally kneeled in front of her once more. The candle light made his body shine like fire, tracing every muscle of his broad chest. He wasn't as slim as she remembered him, the wiry gaunt Samurai had turned into a bear, she observed. She just had finished the thought as he kissed her again. It was just a distraction as his hands worked to open her robes. The silken cloth slid from her body revealing a maiden's body with alabaster skin and small tits with perky pink nipples, smaller than a 500 Yen coin. When the last layer of cloth was taken off and piled up next to her, all she could do was avert her embarassed glance and close her legs tight. She knew it was futile but these mannarism were taught early and given up hardly. Stemming his weight on his left arm, he bent forward, his hand reaching for her thigh. It was a rough from years of climbing in the mountains escaping retainers, or climbing walls to steal- or the practice with his sword. His hand moved up and for a moment she thought it would move between her legs. Instead it trailed further upwards, holding her hip, ...

... tracing along her soft flat belly, then to her waist, tickling as the fingers crawled over her ribs. They found their final destination when he lifted her breast between thumb and index finger. It was firm and only slighty bent to his touch. It fit well in his large hand as he cupped it around the round flesh. He began to knead the small tit. Immediately her nipples stiffened and ever so often a tingly feeling went through her body. She gasped slightly when his lips closed around the nipple of the other tit. With sloppy noises he sucked and pulled. His tongue was alive in his mouth and flicked the nipple playfully. Now and then she could feel his teeth pinching her a little our biting into the flesh around it. Her chest was glistening in the dim orange light by the time he was done. His saliva had covered most of it. I must taste good, she decided. He leaned closer once more, this time his lips went for her neck. She shuddered at his touch and felt his lips leave a trail of kisses as they made for her ear. She nuzzled into his touch, her arms closing around his upper body, pulling him closer. She felt the strange tingly sensation again when he bit into her earlobe. The sensation travelled down between her legs. His hand followed. He would caress her thigh before the stroke went for her private parts. My pussy, she remembered the d***k guards saying whenever they loudly talked and boasted about their midnight aventures in the local brothels, why did they build paper thin walls, she ...