Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 35: Guarding her dark passions - a journey into spanking and wild sex

Episode Date: December 6, 2020

Presley desires more..she desires authority, power, dominance. She desires a real man that can take control and fill her completely.You can go ahead an download your own free full length experiential erotica just for coming to see me at https://wyldedesires.comPresley is shy and reserved, but underneath that meek surface lays a burning passion to explore her dark sensual desires. Frustrated by her previous relationships, her best friend Eve suggests she might discover satisfaction on vacation in England.When a simple dare between friends escalates in to something much darker, much more salacious, will Presley be able to put her past behind her and grab the opportunity that stands firmly in front of her.This story does contain spanking, public exposure bondage and aggressive, passionate, red hot sex.

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all over your body as you enjoy tonight's story Presley looked down at the terror of decadence on her plate. It's called a what? She asked, wondering whether she was meant to eat it or perhaps say a prayer for the inches

she could feel herself gaining just by looking at it. Some sort of bread or biscuit-looking concoction covered in a large glob of the thickest cream she had ever seen, all topped off with a more than generous portion of strawberry jam. A cream tea,

it's a British speciality. tea. Eve responded, sounding a little exasperated. You know, when we agree to do this vacation, you were meant to try everything here, including at least a few of their luxury pastries. You can diet when we return to the States. This sure is a whole lot of junk to go on my trunk. Presley said to no one in particular, I wonder how often they indulge in these. kinds of desserts. Giggling gently, Eve eyed her best friend of 20 years as she poked to the cream and jam with a dessert fork, as if it might attack her. From what I've read, they don't eat it all the time. It's just a special treat. I think Britain would sink if they did. Presley responded in a normal

throaty feminine voice. Taste it, Eve said. I guarantee you will love it. Eve cocked her brow as she watched Presley take a bite. Clotted cream and jam spreading over her nose. Oh my God, Presley said while making a throaty groan, What is this cream called again? Clotted cream. It sure is heavy and sweet and freaking delicious.

Seriously. Laughing gently at her friend, I told you, Press. And shit, we're in the UK. Most likely our first and last time. There's lots of things you need to try. Eve stared pensively at Presley as she sipped at the black or grey lemon tea. Presley nodded shyly, a blush lifting up her neck as she cast her gaze over the River Thames,

distracting herself from that conversation by watching a boatload of tourists glide over the waters in the morning. on. Well, yeah, we haven't been on a tour boat yet, or seen the Black Museum or Madam Two Swords. I believe those are known for being full of murderous British history. He responded curtly to a shy best friend. You know perfectly well what I meant. We've been here a week, and you haven't even made an effort with the British men. I tell you, prayers, they're different from Americans. You won't regret it if you do. I'm probably. promise. Men and men, Presley responded, continuing to stare toward the river, and anywhere but Eve's growing frustrated stare. It's always the same they get you in the sack. Two minutes

later they're done and out the door. Eve watched Presley's body tense up, knowing she'd hit an ugly nerve, but refused to get into an uncomfortable discussion while on vacation. Eve forced to laugh, then leaned in closer. Trust me, Prez, she whispered, her eyes widening, her lips forming a broad smile. You could not be more wrong. I don't know if it's the good manners they have in Bilt Here or what it is, but let me tell you, from what I've learned in the past few days we've been here, the lady always comes first with these British dudes.

And if you're into kink, holy shit, boss, Eve whistled and rolled, arise to emphasize the point. Don't let all that stiff upper lip crap and all the hearsay of proper this and proper that for you. In the bedroom there's only one thing that's stiff, and definitely upper. Seriously, that guy I hooked up with on our first night was insane. And he almost definitely taught this girl a thing or two about his business. beautiful silver tongue. Presley and Eve held each other's gaze for a moment, before bursting into fits of laughter. Seriously, Pres, we're on vacation. You need to relax a little. No one knows you here. No one will ever see us again. So live it up, girl. Do what you want. Have fun,

girl. Are you guard down and forget the past of the next few days? Surely you can't tell me you haven't seen any British men you find hot. Shit, their accents also weaken me in the freaking knees. Oh, there's been plenty I found attractive. But where do I start? Hi, I'm Brasley. Do you want to fuck me? I'm just not like you.

I can't put myself forward in the way you do, Eve. Eve sipped at her tea, then continued. I'm calling bullshit. Do you remember when we were at school and never turned down dare. Eve, that's different. You can't dare me to sleep with a Brit. Maybe not, but those guards at Buckingham Palace are the ones with the huge bearskin hats that aren't allowed to move or blink or anything, I think you should flirt with one. Try to get a rise out of him if you get my drift. I dare you, girl. In fact, I'd double dog dare you. Presley Clare to Eve sternly.

So what do you exactly want me to do? Lift my skirt and show him my thong. Lay on the ground and spread my thighs, walk up to the guy and grab him by the dick. His brows arched up. Well, grabbing him by the dick should definitely get his attention, but it might also get you thrown into some underground barbaric British jail cell. So no, I'm not really suggesting that.

But I do think you should start with dressing sexy. Damn it, Prez, make this man uncomfortable. Make his dick twitch. Make him break out into a sweat. Sighing, Eve took another sip of tea before continuing. Look, let's have a bit of fun, nothing serious. You make him sweat and the drinks are on me tonight, with Eve's eyes turning stern as she looked hard at her friend.

Like I said before, Double Dog, Dave. Damn it, Eve. Presley said teasingly, You had to go ahead and dare me And double-dog dare me at that. Well, okay, let's go buy some sexy clothes. But I'm warning you, I will not be a cheap date tonight.

While devouring the rest of their green tea, Presley found herself wondering about the wisdom of the brunch-time treat, and how the women all seem to remain thin, as she was sure her butter just swollen by a good two inches. After they settled up their tab and left the quaint Riverside Tea House, the two of them began working their way through the heaving crowds of tourists, and eventually held themselves a black cab. Where are two ladies?

The man asked in a strong accent that Presley felt she could drown in. The nearest quality ladies' clothing store. Eve answered proudly, We're in need of some sexy lingerie. Presley glared at her friend, embarrassment burning hotly across her cheeks. Eve, seriously, you young ladies on a promise, I assume. The cab driver asked.

A promise, what's that? Presley asked. Not really caring what it meant so much, but definitely wanting to hear more of his accented voice. A promise is when you and your young men are planning a romantic night in. Yeah, okay. Well, I guess it's something like that. You've said,

Through another teasing kickle. I know just the place to take you two ladies. My missus uses it all the time. While the cab ricocheted through London traffic, both Presley and Eve huddled close. Neither of them daring to look out the window for fear they might see an accident caused by this man's manic driving. They huddle closely, whispering about the guards at the tower.

Those guards really do look hot in those red jackets. Eve whispered, and that severe stare they have, it's so damn British. Can you imagine what they might be like in the bedroom? Just the thought of it makes me tingle all over. Presley smiled at the memory of this morning's event. Even she and all her insecurities had to admit and even thinking of them standing there, like hot, rigid British statues,

with the precise cut of their black pants, drawing her gaze. up their thighs, and their eyes that never seemed to blink. As hot as fucking sin, heat shot through her core, her fingers brushing the top of her thigh as she wondered what a man like that might do to her, how he might punish her, how he might make her body ache with need, how he might hold her down and fuck her raw and senseless. Her tooth pushed into the bottom of her lip at the thought of something so out of character for her. It wasn't that she was inexperienced. She simply hadn't ever found a man.

She considered anything besides inconsiderate pleasureless assholes, pulling up outside a quaint looking boutique. The driver looked in his mirror and smiled, this is it, ladies. Being that you two are obviously not from here, I'm due to take a break about now. If you'd like, I'd turn the clock off, wait and then drive you back to your hotel so you can get yourselves ready. Finding a cab around here can be a real bugger at times. That sounds fantastic, Eve responded. We really appreciate it, Presley added quietly. Presley and Eve exited the cab with their two heads together,

chatting and giggling like two conspirators, as the doorman opened the wide glass door for them. Ladies His tone rang serious but not unfriendly He touched his cap with a figure Then dipped his head Welcome to Tallulah Once inside

The boutique appeared a lot smaller Than they were used to in the States Presley wondered if they'd have much of a selection And almost considered suggesting going elsewhere Just as she turned to speak to Eve The two of them were suddenly face to face With an attractive middle-aged woman with greying hair and deep red lipstick.

May I help you, she said with a clear-cut accent. Well, my friend and I are looking for something sexy and seductive, without being trashy, if you know what I mean. But we were expecting a larger selection, Eve added, a little more curtly than Presley would have liked, leaving her feeling awkward. The tall woman I'd deter them sceptically, then added,

This isn't your average run-of-the-mill store, ladies. Rather than have a wide selection, we carry only the best. And I can promise you every thread of silken lace we offer as one point. Seduction. Who will the lingerie be for? Oh, it's for Presley, Eve said bluntly, pushing Presley forward. What the domineering old woman cast her eyes over Presley's body again. Presley felt heat rising up her chest as the lady began walking around her, eyeing her, scoping out her figure like she had some sort of display on cell.

Hmm, the cell's woman mumbled, just loud enough to leave a knot in Presley's stomach. Is she going to tell me that we have nothing to fit over my hips? They have no bras small enough for my chest. Another complete circle around her body. The woman stopped in front of Presley's face. Would madam prefer a thong or something fuller? A thong would be fine, Presley replied while blushing furiously under the woman's harsh gaze. Very good, and I take it you would like stockings with that.

Would you prefer a hold-ups or a regatta belt? Not a trace of emotion sounded in her voice, what Presley's heart pounded so hard against her chest. but it felt like a rib was being crushed. A hold-ups, I guess, Presley responded in a hushed tone. Very well, please have a seat. I believe I have just a thing for you. Presley and Eve took a seat on the red velvet bench

as a woman exited through a door leading to the rear of the room. The boutique suddenly feeling quiet and empty. This is totally weird. Presley whispered to a quiet Eve. No shit, it's definitely not Victoria's secret. A few moments later, the sales lady returned with a large cardboard box. She lay it on the glass table in front of them, opening it and exposing the most beautiful vision of deep purple silk and black lace.

Involuntarily, both Presley and Eve gasped at the sensuous lingerie. I took the liberty of boxing it up, just in case, the woman said flatly. This set is a basque, directly from Milan, with a lovely black lace detail on the bust. I have a couple of these sets myself. She added confidently, ignoring the shocked looks on both girls' faces, makes me feel sexier than a horror on Sailor's Payday. Let me tell you, when I have this on under my shirts and start undoing my business, buttons? Well, let's just say that my husband can't keep his hands off me. Her eyes glistened

with carnality. She moved her hand in a broad arc to indicate the changing rooms towards the rear of the store. I suggest trying it on to be certain, but please leave your panties on for all but two obvious reasons. If you happen to be commando today, there's a selection for you to use. Presley entered the dressing room. Eve on her hill. The both of them peered down at the box of luxurious seduction. This set is a bask, Eve said teasingly, exaggerating the woman's strange choice of words. Direct from Milan! She mimicked in her awful British accent. The two friends both covered their mouths as they tried to shush another onset of giggles. Who is she? Eve whispered. She reminds me of an English professor.

Pease me, Presley whispered, a proper English lady, I guess. Like we said, this place is no Victoria's secret. Presley stripped down to her panties, then held the luxuriant lingerie against her body, while looking at herself in the full-length mirror. This colour is stunning, she whispers, suddenly wishing she could afford lingerie like this every day. Try it on, Prez.

I can't wait to see it on you. Eve's voice bubbled with enthusiasm. Sliding into the silk, even the caress of the soft material against her flesh, made Presley feel sexy, seductive, even desirable. It seemed to absolutely kiss her skin with every movement, touching her in a way that any woman loved to be touched. The silk seeming to mould to her body, accentuating her curves in just the way she wished for.

It was no wonder she'd been asked to keep her panties on. The warm dampness crept through her core, her pussy clutching. God, how could underwear turn her on? And if it held this much power with her? What would it do to a man? I don't want to take it off, Eve. It's absolutely beautiful.

Lust seared through her body at the thought, of the depraved axe, she might do wearing something like this. Reluctantly, she changed back into her own clothes and they exited the changing room. She'll take it. Eve triumphfully announced in a bold tone that sometimes makes Presley's skin crawl. The journey back to St James Hotel was quiet. Presley's mind lost in unusual carnal thoughts. It had been a long time since she'd actually been fucked.

And honestly, all the time she had left her feeling nothing but disappointed. Exactly the opposite to how being fuck should leave a woman. It was just that something always seemed to lack. It was almost if she needed something stronger, something more controlling, more dominant. The men back home were okay. But in her experience it was always just sex and nothing else. Simply a few thrusts, a wham-bam thank you, man kind of fast fucking that was it.

No full play, no tenderness. No spanking or bondage. Or hold me against the woman fuck me until my body gives out kind of sex. Just plain old ordinary vanilla sex. Eve had promised her that British men were different, and she'd already had her a fair share. She had no fear of the unknown. She was proud of her body and its needs,

and had even partaking in a forsoom with three guys. The two of us had met in the park. Presley's natural shyness had forced her to decline that whole ordeal, leaving her lonely, unsatisfied and miserable, while Eve had returned barely able to walk with the fragrance of sex hanging on to her like a cheap dress for the remainder of the day. Desire continued to burn through Presley's sides as she and Eve made their way through the hotel and eventually made it back to their adjoining rooms.

See you in a few. Presley uttered to Eve before pushing the door closed behind her with her back and taking a long inhale of breath. Why had a simple piece of material left her feeling like someone had lit a fire in her sex? Yes, it was beautiful and classy, and entirely sexy, but it did left her feeling what she rarely did, like a tempteress, like a seductive sexually active woman that ate to have her a pussy filled with a real man,

a real cock and left bone tired from hours of hard sex what the hell was happening to her was it this crisp British air did these people add some kind of sex supplement to their tea whatever it was she liked it

a lot sliding down the door Presley lifted her skirt dampness coated her in her thighs her pussy clenching her abdomen clutching with what she knew it was going to be a fast and furious orgasm. She frantically shifted her panties to one side and plunged two fingers deep and hard into her sex, rocking them in a perfect motion and

touching that most sensitive spot. Oh Jesus, with her thumb rubbing her clit, the blistering need, aching inside to be full, to be satisfied, to be fucked hard and deep without mercy. She pulled her hand back and slapped it against her folds. Firmly, electricist, is shooting through like torrents of white heat. Still furiously rubbing her clit, her pleasure soaring higher and swirling from head to foot. She drew back her hand and spanked her sex again, harder this time, almost violently.

Oh, fuck! Presley plunged her fingers back inside, while her other hand tugged and pulled and rubbed her clit desperately. In only seconds she was exploding in an intense orgasm that had hot tears pricking her eyes. eyes. Minutes passed, maybe five, maybe ten, as she sat breathlessly on the floor. The afterglow of pleasure was still trembling through her body, suddenly shaken by the sound of her cell phone. She knew it had to be Eve, as no one else was going to call her while she vacationed in England.

Hi, Eve, just getting ready. Give me about 15 more minutes. Okay, Pras, but get your ass in gear. I've just read that they'd change the guards in an hour. You don't want some guys only just come on to shift. Okay, I'm hurrying. Presley dropped her phone to the floor, standing gingerly and taking a moment to steady herself on her legs, but felt as if they were full of jelly. Twenty minutes later, Presley was admiring herself in the mirror.

The caress of the stockings on her thighs, making them tense with desire once again, the dark purple of the silk and the black lace, somehow transforming her. making her into the seductress she wished she could be, making her a little more like Eve. Time to let my inner whore out. She whispered to herself,

as she ambled toward the closet to wrap a black, wrap her round skirt and black shirt, while almost disappointed to cover the beautiful lingerie. She slipped her feet into stilettos, then left the room to head to the foyer. Eve smiled when she saw Presley. Then stood from the armchair, looking perfect in the short red dress that hugged her curves like a glove. Oh, you look flushed.

That sexy underwear really hits them up, doesn't it? Laughing gently, Presley replied while thinking, you have no fucking idea. No, just a hot shower. Now come on, you double dog dared me. Let's go make these prim and proper British guard sweat. Within minutes, Presley Neef stood at the gates of Buckingham. Kingham Palace, while suddenly this didn't seem like such a good idea to Presley. The guards were standing there like statues in their wooden shelters, solid and strong,

like real soldiers, and anything but the toy ones they seemed to be when they were watching from a distance. Out close, you could see their muscles tense under the red tunics. Their jewel set all serious and stern. And the black pants. Got those black pants. Dapness surged into Presley's pussy while the silk of the thong teased her sex as she walked along the path. It was as if the material, quietly and seductively, caressed her clit with every step she took. Nearing the guards, her clit throbbed furiously, with nervous anticipation. She could almost smell the testosterone from here.

Choosing one of the four guards. furthest from the main gates and the throbbing crowds. Presley anticipated him for a moment. His dominant position, the strength and control in his body, the way he was absolutely still. And his eyes, they were intensely blue like cold ice that seemed to burn with a passion, with a need, with a dominance. Lustful thoughts once again filled her head

as she focused on that blue gaze. control punishment, power, bondage and discipline, savage penetration, hard, heartless, callous sacks. Presley's core clutched with need, the warm caress of her desire, escaping her panties and dripping down her thighs. She pushed out her leg to the side, forcing her skirt to fall open and exposing her thigh in stocking tops. For a moment his gaze seemed to widen, as he was. He took in every inch of her porcelain skin over the top of the black lace material. Undoubtedly, there was a gentle tenting in his pants, and it almost seemed like she could see his left eye flicker, just a small bit. Crowds of Dora surrounded them. But this show was

just for him, and she had no will to leave, not until she made him miserable, and not until she saw his Adam's apple-bobble, not until she saw at least a bead of sweat cover his brow. Bresley bit her lip as she discreetly caressed her breasts with the soft material of her shirt. She pinched herself gently, forcing her nipple to puck her into a hard peak. She swallowed a harsh gulp, her pussy painfully aching to be fucked, her stomach churning with a warm sensation. How did this man, this icely cold stranger with all his power, all his control, turn her on by doing nothing? How the fuck was any of this happening? Fantasizing about his stern expression staring down at her.

The ache between her thighs was intensifying as the strain in his pants grew. His burning erection becoming more prominent through the finely tailored pants. She wanted this man to fuck him. her. Casually, Presley eased her fingers through the buttons of her shirt, letting the top two fall open to expose the black lace underneath. Dark purple silk shimmered in the warm morning sun as a cool breeze caressed the soft exposed skin of her breast. With a bite of the British summer chill teasing her flesh, an avalanche of goosebumps erupted over a breast, and up her neckline, her nipples strained against a lace,

fuelling the desire growing inside her pussy, and leaving her breath out of kilter. Fuck she was turned on, desperately, more than she could ever have imagined possible. Boldly, she slid a hand between the folds of her skirt, pushing at her thong, and stroking her pulsing folds, fighting every urge to just let go, and come here and now. Presley was determined to make him sweat.

At least one bead, damn it. Her eyes slid shut for a minute, as she imagined taking his hard cock into her mouth, how it would taste as her tongue danced around it, feeling him throb, listening to him moan, feeling his fingers tangled desperately through her hair as he fucked her mouth until he released thick, warm streams of cum down the throat. Her pussy throbbed, aching as she thought of his erect cock pulsing inside of her.

Fingers dripping with her own desire. Presley lifted two to her lips, teasing her tongue along them, halfway closing her eyes as she slid them into her mouth, sensually, provocatively, as she continued to succumb to the fantasy of sucking his cock so hard that his knees buckled and he lost all control. his fingers clutching at her hair for stability as he forced her to take every drop of his release her fingers dropped from her lips as she watched his cock turning desperately hard behind his pants

go what she would give to fall to her knees and take him in her mouth to suck that beautiful erection until he was dry of every drop of cum but still there was no sweat Presley chewed at her lips and pushed her hands between her thighs once more tracing her fingertips along the silk, moving it aside and pushing two fingers deep into her throbbing pussy, grabbing a handrail for stability when an orgasm ripped through her body. For a moment she could only stand absolutely still as she waited for the quivering to subside and her legs to unbuckle.

Finally, she brazenly took a few steps toward the guard, to his ear. I want you to taste my juices. Before I taste yours, she whispered while dragging her fingertips along his lips. Make way for the Queen's Guard! He shouted all but knocking her to the ground. Shocked Presley stumbled against the railings, suddenly aware of all the tourists who had turned to look this direction. With the guard's face unmoved, his body motionless his cock remained achingly hard.

But still, not a drop of sweat. How much control does this man have? Presley uttered under a breath, gathering herself quickly and feeling a sudden urge for a large vodka. Presley walked over to a shocked eve who had been watching the show. Well, let's hear it. Did you make him sweat? Presley sighed. The man is hard as iron under his pants, but not a fucking drop of sweat. Oh well, screw the sweat. I'm proud of you, girl.

And damn it after a show like that. I'm going to buy the drinks anyway. Come on, there's a hotel around the corner. With a quick pace, they reached their nearby hotel in no time. The desire to move as far away from that moment of public shame, fuelling Presley's speed. Taking a seat in the corner of the darkened bar, they ordered two large vodka's with cherry seven up.

Within seconds their glasses were empty, and two refills stood before them. Damn it, Pres. I could see his hard dick from time. 20 feet away. That thing was huge. I'm surprised he just didn't come in his pants there and then. How the fuck he didn't sweat? I have no idea. Honestly, Eve, I was so turned on doing that. Seeing how hard he was, I just wanted him to take me there and then. Hard and deep, rough and raw, if you know what I mean. I think I would have joined you, girl. That dude looked like he had enough

cock for both of us, and then some. If we'd waited another five minutes, he'd probably would have gladly put his dick in you. They were due to change the guard then. Probably best we left. Presley responded through a giggle. Maybe a bit more of a show than the proper Brits and all these tourists what want in front of Buckingham Palace, Eve? Presley and Eve fall into a giggling spell.

Oh God, Eve, stop! I need the bathroom, and now! Did you notice where it was? It's dark as freaking night in here. Surveying the bar. Eve's smile widens. Over there, there's a sign saying toilets and accommodation. Guess the proper British word for bathroom is toilets.

Wonder exactly what accommodations they offer. Eve winks as Presley gathers her purse. Be careful to not go up to the rooms though. There might be a huge hunky guard waiting for you. Presley moved between the tables, making a way to an old wooden door. Glancing up at the sign, she smiled. to herself. Accommodations. She uttered softly, pushing the door open and slipping into the darkened corridor. Wooden beams surrounded her, emphasising the age of the hotel. To her left was

a staircase to the right two rooms, one with a silhouette of a woman hanging outside. The lady's toilet, she muttered to herself, giggling again, stumbling just a bit, a little tipsy. After returning to the door adjoining the main bar, after she'd relieved herself, she noticed some photos hanging on the wall, images of the guards drinking in this very bar. Wait till I tell Eve, she whispered to herself. Struggling to pull the heavy wooden door open, suddenly a hand appeared from behind her, viciously slamming the door shut and trapping her in the dark corridor. Well, look who's here, the little tease you try to make a hash of my job. Is your pussy still wet for me? Her heart beats furiously in her chest at the deep British voice behind her. His fingertips slide down her neck and over the curve of her breasts,

turning her nipples to pebbles and casting an ache between her thighs. Time I found out just how wet. Move your ass, up the stairs. With her pulse in her ears, Presley did nothing to resist his domineering command as her legs began carrying her up the squeaking narrow stairs. Ining his presence so close behind her, intimidating with the strength of his body over hers. The desire in Presley's pussy was returning with a vengeance, while the tiny voice in her head told her she needed to turn around and haul ass away from this man. This door, he said harshly, easily pushing the large door open with one broad hand. Presley's head was beginning to stir with dizziness from the two vodka drinks,

while everything inside her court turned warm and damp and needy, as she obeyed this strange man's orders, with no hesitancy as she entered the cold, darken room. Don't look at me, close your eyes. Without thinking again, Presley did as he commanded. and enclosed her eyes, succumbing to his will. With his hard body pushing against hers, it left her no choice but to move backwards,

until she was feeling the railing of a large bed behind her. Lift your arms up, over your head. Without her balls, her arms lifted over her head until she felt the barley twist of a four-post of bed. Less than a second later, she was listening to the sound of two brief metallic clicks and feeling the cold steel of handcuffs, securing her against a bedpost,

while he fastened a rough, thick material over her eyes, pulling it tight behind her head and holding her eyes closed. The tremble moved down her spine as he slid his fingertips down the curve of her neck, stopping right about her breast. That's my ceremonial belt. You get anything on that, and I will be up all night cleaning it, and you will be up all night nursing your sore fucking cunt.

Are we clear? Yeah, yes. My name's Presley, by the way. I'm from Texas. Will you at least tell me your name? Nerves had Presley shivering, feeling way out of her depth, actually frightened by this man

on what she'd gotten herself into. Though she could see nothing, she could feel his eyes watching her, studying her, while a cold still shot through her. My God, he could slit her neck open, joke the breath from her. He could violently rape and murder her. And nobody would ever know until it was too late. She knew Eve had probably taken up conversation with a man or five,

and most likely swallowed another few vodkas by now. She probably wasn't giving Presley an inch of thought. Fuck. I'm sir to you. That's all you need to know. His voice was almost a growl. His lips so close that she felt his breath burning her skin. Presley, what sort of fucking name is that?

Your parents wanted a boy, did they? Got you? Couldn't call you Elvis, I presume. So Presley was the best they could come up with. With his voice edged with anger, along with dark promises of danger and brutal, lust, he added. Well, let's see this fancy laundry you were so eager for me to see earlier.

Presley would know Elvis. He snickered as he belittled her name. With a surprising gentility, the back of his fingers caressed down Presley's neck. His thick fingers sliding just under the edge of her shirt. He leaned against her ear. His warm breath wet and salacious as he whispered. "'Say goodbye to your shirt, Presley, with no Elvis.'

With that his fingers tore viciously at the material, the button snapping from it in quick succession, as Presley felt the cold air at the room, bite her already erect nipples and turn her blood to ice. "'What the fuck?' She gasped, shocked by his actions, terrified by his boldness, scared by the sudden surge of desire moving in her body

as she came dangerously close to begging him to touch her, grasping her throat tightly. He pushed her head back. I can smell your pussy from here. I'd bet my last dollar that it's a perfect pink, perfectly swollen and perfectly wet for me. So don't give me that shit. You want this.

You're dying for it. Presley's body trembled again as he gripped her throat, while his other hand ripped the waistband of her skirt from her body and slid between her thighs, forcing them wide and brutally pinching the nub of her clit through the soft silk. Just as I suspected, he says in a deep voice as arouses her whole body, your pussy is very wet and very swollen and hot.

You're quite a little submissive, aren't you? Damn it, what was happening to her? Sure she'd had fantasies about being tied up. Gently spanked. Her boundaries pushed. Who hadn't? But this was a whole different league. She was in way overhead and sinking far and fast.

But her pussy had other ideas. Her traitor is cool with throbbing with every word this man uttered, clutching more and more for his brutal treatment. How's that clit of yours? Throbbing is in. it yet. Presley without the Elvis. Presley without the Elvis. Screw this guy, seriously. One side of her wanted to fight like how he knew him in his proverbial balls, until he was whimpering in agony. Yet the other side of her was just...

Fuck. She didn't understand a bit of this. Yes, she managed softly. Excuse me. I had the good fucking grace to use your name. Yet you choose. you'd not give me the same respect? I think I need to teach you some manners. Presley. Before she could respond to his making fun of her name, without warning a broad hand was crashing against her clit, sending waves of pain rushing through her body,

nerves turning her legs to jelly. The hairs on her body, raising to attention. That's for starters, Presley. And from now on it gets worse. if you are in any way disobedient. Am I clear? Before she could argue or agree, her legs were being widened again.

This time to the point of discomfort, he was leaving her open, exposed and vulnerable, and totally oblivious to what he was going to do next. She tried moving, yet he held her in place while his large palm drifted up the length of her thigh before he thrust two brought fingers deep inside. stretching her apart painfully as her pussy clutched with desperate need. Presley Albert screamed as her hips inadvertently lifted into each punishing plunge

and she tried controlling the sensations rocking through her body. Fuck, this man was nothing but brutal, emotionless, rough and angry. Yet all she could think of was this overriding urge to come. This wasn't like her. Who was she becoming? Why was she enjoying this so much? Biting her lips to suppress the agonizing moans, his fingers thrust heart in and out of a dripping sex. His breath slowly moves down her body, obviously staring at her small breasts, worried what he might do to her burning nipples. Her body shudders in pain and delight, as he drags her finger roughly over her clit,

causing her to spasm as if she'd been electrocuted, her hands desperately grasping at the handcuffs for a semblance of control, Fuck! That will come. Only when, and if I decide, he said, as his fingers massaged the rough velvety spot inside her pussy, gently, perfectly,

but denying her any control over the orgasm burning up her body. This man, this British stranger, who she didn't even know his name, much less anything else about. At the upper hand over Presley, she was his to give, take and news,

as he chose. You want the first sudden lady to try and divert my attention. Just the first to actually succeed. Presley's legs tightened as a burning pleasure moved deep inside a pussy. Pleasure swirling in intense waves, moving faster and faster as her whole body tense in anticipation of her orgasm. This man had the power to do something no other had, to control her, to direct her, to dominate her.

A moan rose up the stranger's throat, while what seemed like an urgency started in each thrust of his fingers. Her hips rising and falling, rising and falling, soft wimper's filling her, while each and every punishing move overpowered her with a need like she'd never had in past times. Oh God, I'm going to come! She whispered almost silently, and then it was all over. He was stopping, pulling his fingers from her pussy And leaving her dripping with need frustration And on the edge of bursting into tears

Not yet, Presley You had your fun earlier Now it's my turn His fingers move through the thin shoulder strap on her new lingerie Twisting it pulling it tightly against her nipples This is all very pretty Probably expensive as well But you know what I think?

He whispered menacingly. No, sir, what do you think? I think, Presley without the Elvis, that lingerie is always best laying on the floor. As the last were has left his lips, his hands were ripping downward and tearing the beautiful silk from her naked skin, exposing her to the full brutal intensity of his gaze,

leaving her a shivering bundle of nerves, in nothing now but stockings in a thong, the cold air bit at every inch of her skin, fueling the trembling already moving through every cell in her body. He's ruined my beautiful lingerie. Why the fuck am I enjoying this so much? Why am I so turned on? When a single metal click sounded in her ears, and she felt her hands being loosened from the bedpost,

allowing blood to return. The quick move created a whole new tingling sensation moving through a breast, as the blood poured back through her veins. Her nipples ate even more. On your knees. His gruff command had Presley submissively falling to her knees, and the sound of his dropping zipper at her almost hyperventilating. The stranger pushed the hard dip of his cock against her lips. I saw it in your eyes earlier, Presley, the look of a woman fantasizing about sucking my dick. So I'm going to give you what you wanted, something to take back to Texas to share with all your southern girlfriends. Take it, all of it, and I'm going to come hard and deep.

And you are going to suck every drop. I'm still in my dress pants. I cannot and I will not walk out of here with them covered in come. And should you satisfy me, I'll give you something even better. I'll fuck your pussy so hard that you won't know what hit you. Grabbing her hair, he forced his cock between her lips, pushing deeper and deeper, stretching her mouth further, further. Fuck, can I do this? Do I really want this? Dear streamed down her cheeks, the tip of his cock already pushing past her gag reflex and along the back of her throat, with no pulls, no debate. It's hard to. erection pushing furiously and viciously into her mouth like nothing she'd ever experienced.

She couldn't decide whether to cry and beg him to stop or just do what she had planned to do. Fuck a British man. Christ Jesus! Presley would know Elvis. The British man uttered, his fingertips curling through the side of her hair. You're beautiful with my cock in your throat. Trying desperately to move her tongue around his thrusting cock. His words had her clit aching and her body trembling. again, as he fucked her face with no semblance of gentleness, no compassion, no warmth or sensitivity. Her jaw aching more and more with every thrust, while she writhed with discomfort, and wished he'd simply come so she could breathe again. When the first trace of pre-com dripped down her throat, she finally craved to taste him, and reached for the base of his cock,

holding it tightly between her palm. Just as before, he stopped. You're so fucking good, Presley. My cock feels amazing in your pretty mouth. But right now I think I need more than just so swollen lips to ease my throbbing cock. Presley's breath hitched as he picked her up by the stray handcuffed and tossed her back onto the bed, pushing her legs apart, exposing her pussy that she could feel throbbing to be filled. The stranger pushing two, maybe three fingers inside her,

then pulling them out just as quickly. Not throbbing enough yet. I borrowed this from one of my mates in the household cavalry. I think it might help. Oh, fuck! Presley cried as the stinging caress of a riding crop burn like wildfire over her thighs, the stinging sensations spreading up to her pussy

and intensifying the sensations moving through to her core. Oh, I think we can do better than that. Three more thrashes in quick succession, no waiting, no respite. Just biting pain followed by the heat of pleasure, setting her pussy on fire. The stranger pushed his fingers back into her trembling pussy. Perfect, flipping her over, grabbing her thighs, before he leaned against her ear, the tip of its thick erection bobbing against the cheek of her ass. Now I fuck you, Presley's body burned with desperation anticipation,

as his fingers clutched her tightly and pulled a throbbing pussy up to meet his hard cock. Oh, fuck! She cried as the first ways of pleasure moved up her body, as he hammered deep inside her, stretching her to accept his girth while her pussy clutched hard at his cock. Desperate to feel his warm release for her. He groaned against her ear. His body tensing and moving in a perfect deep tempo

while her pussy willingly opened and stretched around him, like she was with a caring lover, instead of some complete uncaring stranger. Another growl erupted from his throat as his hand crashed down across her ass, sounding a stinging sensation of pleasure, cascading through a pussy and straight into a clet, forcing her to clutch even tighter on his thick cock. Fuck! he uttered, exploding inside her. His warm cum-filling Presley's pussy is her own orgasm erupted around his pulsing erection. Gently thrusting in and out, his cock continued to erupt come through a quivering pussy,

while his fingertips caressed down her spine, sending tremors up and down her body. He loosened the belt around Presley's eyes when she turned to look at this man who had had had any misconception she had about prim and proper British men, completely to the wayside. Keep looking forward, Presley. I have one last surprise. Presley slowly collapsed face-first onto the bed, its fingertips caressing along her arm. Her body shuddering in beautiful, orgasmic delight.

His lips seemed so gentle, so sensitive as they kissed along the naked flesh of her back. She couldn't help herself, she was so relaxed, so sated. The embrace of satisfaction, and is surprisingly gentle caress seducing her into sleep. No, Presley, you can't fall asleep, not here, not now. Suddenly she was awakened by the clicking of the door, trying to sit up but finding herself handcuffed to the bed once again. She cursed at the closed door. Fuck, come back, release me!

And give me some fucking close you insensitive British bastard. An empty response filled her full of dread. Where the fuck has Eve been all this time? While tears filled Presley's eyes, A very drunken even was only a few hundred feet away. Her head on the bar. Five double vodkas and cherry seven up had taken their toll while the bartender continued shaking her and trying to awaken her.

Miss, I think it's time you got back to your hotel. The bartender uttered, not sympathetically. Oh, yes, you're right, where's Presley? She asked wearily. Your friend is in the room upstairs that was booked for the night. her gentleman friend left an envelope for you he passed her a sealed envelope Eve opened the envelope and a small key dropped onto the bar

pulling a folded sheet of paper from the envelope Eve squinted at the scrawled handwriting trying to focus through the confusion of the darkened bar sleep and alcohol Room 5 Bring clothes in the key Hmm Well I hope that's got all your

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