The Battered Lamp Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa

The Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa Copyright 2014 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Tuesday, January 21st – South Hill, WA Kyle had been concerned about Aaliyah all through kendo practice despite Christy's texts assuring him that she was just fine. He couldn't contact her at all during practice, sapping his concentration and keeping him from focus on his kendo. His form was terrible tonight. And now matter how hard he tried to calm himself and stay grounded, he couldn't stop wondering why his genie wife was ignoring him. What did I do to piss her off? Or was she really sleeping like Christy reported? After watching Fatima and Aaliyah fight this afternoon, Kyle was all too aware that with four loves, and a few concubines, he faced a potential landmine of angry women. As soon as practice ended, Fumi found him, a shy smile on her round face, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with lust. “I need you,” she whispered in his ear, her delightful perfume tickling his nose; his cock hardened in a blink of the eye and all his worry over Aaliyah was overwhelmed. “Let's slip off and find a cozy place so I can suck your cock, and drink your wonderful cum.” “Yeah,” Kyle grinned, taking her hand and dragging her behind the building. “I've missed you so much,” she whispered, her hand reaching down to squeeze his cock. “Did you miss me?” “I did,” Kyle smiled. Then their lips met again and he moaned into her hot mouth as she unlaced his ...

... hakama, the wide-legged trousers worn in kendo, and fished his cock out. She broke the kiss, looking down at his cock in her hands, her dark eyes lighting up, color suffusing her delicate cheeks. With a hungry moan, she fell to her knees and engulfed his cock. “You're so beautiful,” he groaned. She smiled around his cock. She pulled her mouth off, and licked delicately at his tip, looking both cute and so sexy at the same time. He groaned, caressing her cheek. She bobbed her head, slow at first, then picking up speed. One hand cupped his balls, the other pumped his shaft. Her perfume—a sweet, lily aroma—filled the air, making his heart beat faster. That delicious scent permeated his body all the way to his balls. “That's it. Suck my cock. God, your mouth is amazing, Fumi.” She moaned, her eyes looking up at him with such love. He erupted into her hungry mouth. For a moment, her perfume overwhelmed him, bathing his senses. Then it faded as the last few drops of his cum were sucked into her mouth. She sighed, shuddering. Fumi always came when he flooded her mouth; she hungered for cum. His cum, another guys cum. He was certain that she had sucked off other guys since their date on Saturday. He was okay with that. He felt her love, and he had his other wives and concubines. She gave his cock a few licks, cleaning the last traces of spunk, then put him away and rose up. A few strands blue-black had escaped her tight braid, plastered to her pale face. He gently pushed them away, then ...