Renaissance Faire - Sex Stories

Renaissance Faire

... her body, her soul, and all she wanted was more. Lorne pounded her ass harder, making it clear she was his for the night. Kennedy’s lubrication leaked down her thighs as she got closer to her climax. She grabbed her restraints, digging her fingernails into the strap and the palms of her hands. He dug his fingers into her hips, pushed the button working the butterfly on her clit, and shouted, “Cum for me, wench!” Kennedy didn’t have to be told twice as she screamed through her gag. Though blindfolded, she saw stars and fireworks. As Kennedy climaxed, she experienced the sensations of her anal muscles repeatedly rippling on Lorne's cock, while her pussy squirted. Prior to this experience, she was completely unaware of how much her anal muscles played in her orgasms, or how this would make her cum harder than she had before. Her head spun, her body shook, her toes curled, and her pussy gushed fluid, soaking his balls and legs. Lorne filled her ass with his spunk, pounding her until his cock softened and fell out. Kennedy’s head hung down, she was gasping for air, her head spinning from all the new sensations, tears soaking the blindfold. Lorne stepped into the bathroom, filled a basin with warm water as he cleaned his cock. He returned to the bed, releasing Kennedy from her bonds, removing the ball-gag and blindfold. He did this before gently lowering her onto the bed and setting the cushion on the floor. Seeing a spent Kennedy panting roughly, he placed a plastic bottle to ...

... her lips. “Drink.” Kennedy sipped the water, her throat burned as the liquid went down. “What… what…” “Water, baby, it’s just water.” Kennedy took a few more sips, then opened her eyes. Lorne looked down upon her and gently with his brown eyes and brushed the stray blonde hairs from her face. “Did you enjoy that?” “Oh God, yes,” she croaked. “Drink some more water,” he said. She sipped more water from the bottle, then said, “That was amazing.” “The sex?” “Yeah.” “Only because you were willing to trust me,” he said as he began to clean her ass and pussy gently. “Oooh!” she moaned and jumped. “That feels nice.” “We need to clean you up so you don’t get an infection.” “Thanks. When are you leaving?” she asked. “Too soon. I do wish you could come with me.” “My boss expects me back to work. Besides, I have benefits, paid vacations, and occasionally I get overtime. How many bartenders do you know with that kind of a deal?” “None,” he replied, “except you.” “Plus, I can’t buy my own bar if I quit now.” “Good point.” “I only took the job as a favor to Dawn. Their barkeep should be back on their feet by your next stop.” “Is that what she told you?” “She said their barkeep was in a car accident.” Lorne laughed. “You need to know their regular barkeep was her ex-lover. She told him after she caught him with an Irish lass at our last stop she’d find a better barkeep. That’s why she called you. You came highly recommended and were the best barkeep they’ve ever had. I know you’re the reason ...