Just Call Me...Lover. - Sex Stories

Just Call Me...Lover.

... this, I gripped her hips and thrust my total length into her like a man possessed and with every thrust, she responded with an equally strong counterstroke. She was right, I had never experienced lovemaking such as this; her beauty, passion and obvious skills were new to me and totally addictive. Later that first night she got down on all fours and I sank my cock into her from every conceivable angle. She milked my shaft with her muscles and timed her efforts to prolong my pleasure. When I finally came she surprised me by turning and taking my cock back into her mouth where I pumped my entire complement of come. It was swiftly swallowed as she massaged my balls and then looked at me with dark satisfaction as she cleaned the last of my seed from my shaft and her lips.

In the days and weeks that followed we made love many times, but more often than not, it was after I had hung her from the hook in the cellar and beaten her with the riding crop. Sometimes she only wanted six, eight or ten strokes but on some nights I lost count of how many times the crop came down, like Zeus's thunderbolt, upon her flesh. Invariably she seemed satisfied and repaid me with such prodigious sex, that it was easy never to look at or even think about another woman.

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“One night, my stable boy returned. The siren song of my cunt drew him back, as I knew it would.”

Weeks passed and I still knew very little about her, not even her name but I was becoming increasingly aware of one ...

... thing, her arrogance and conceit were simply astounding.

- “...But this time he brought along a pair offriends.He had embarked upon a life of crime since I had seen him last and his accomplices had designs on the convent's antique communion silver. Like raiding Vikings they brutally took what they wanted and set the whole rotten place alight.”

“What happened to the other girls and the nuns?”

“Ha! They forced them out at knife-point and told them to run – they might have been criminals, my lads, but they were still good Catholic boys at heart. What became of the nuns after that night I don't know. They're probably now whores on the streets of Dublin, the younger, prettier ones at least.”

“Wishful thinking on your part?”

“Perhaps… The four of us then fled to a rocky hill nearby to enjoy the show. The boys took it in turns fucking me as we swigged whiskey and watched the flames. My cunt was tingling with pleasure and I reached orgasm after delicious orgasm watching that decrepit old building reduced to a smoking ruin. It was glorious!”

“I think they call thatpyrophilia,” I said, pretending to sound impressed, “it's rare.”

“One of the lads had a bigger, thicker cock than any I could have imagined. That night, it was he who took my virgin ass; totally without asking. That was as it should be, for was I not one of the spoils too, like Andromache, dragged from the flaming ruins of Troy?”

What narcissism, that she should believe, or even say such a thing,I ...