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el_Soldado 46M
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7/29/2015 3:39 pm
Intermission XI: Brett


Randall and his women lay together in bed, entwined in the silk sheets, and within each other's embrace. Life was perfect in peace, but imperfect through its incomplete revenge. And they were having none of that.

The two women, great and marvelous beauties that had come to share in common love the man they lay with, and one another, bound together by sex and vendetta, and now atop it all, the stirring of new life within their bellies...rose up on hands and knees over Randall, who looked more contented than vengeful, as any man might in such glorious and hedonistic satisfaction.

But their expressions were more serious than his, eroticism of their bare swaying breasts as they moved notwithstanding, they were of a mind to speak before they would be ready to fuck again.

'It is not done until all are, husband.' Sarah said emphatically.
Jeannie nodded in agreement. 'Master, she is right, each had hands in the acts that nearly ruined our lives, each betrayed their duties and their houses, each betrayed the trust of loved ones, and none have felt an ounce of guilt for it. If they will not feel guilt, we will make them feel misery instead.'

Randall felt the blood leave his brain and stir his shaft again, desire stirred by the erotic and nearly perfect forms of fertile females that had given themselves over to him, and by the firm resolve of their words.

'You have a plan in mind?' He asked curiously.

Jeannie nodded. 'I do master.' She smiled viciously and whispered to the two, and the grin she had was quickly shared by master and wife.

A little while later, Randall was on the phone with Brett, and the naked beauties sat with naked legs folded under naked bodies, side by side on the bed, their breasts rising and falling as they listened and breathed teasingly hard in anticipation, not only of fresh vengeance undertaken, but also to tease their mate in anticipation of a fresh fuck after it was begun.

'Brett,' Randall said, 'I'm glad I was able to get in touch with you, listen I'm here in Shanghai, and I know last time we spoke you said something about being out here around this time on business as well, if you're here...oh, you landed yesterday? Well great. With your sister and your father? What would you say to dinner, bring them both along, we haven't gotten together since Vegas, and I haven't seen the rest of your family in I don't know how long. 9 p.m.? Sure, I prefer eating late too you know, I look forward to it. See you then.'

Randall hung up and turned to his women, his cock already erect, they licked their lips in anticipation.

'We have a few hours...who gets it first, girls?' He said as he walked towards them, shaft moving slowly like a risen cobra, swaying back and forth in front of the pair of transfixed eyes.

It turned out the answer was...both of them, as they lowered their mouths in unison to his shaft, with tongues gliding along his length, eyes wide open, inhaling his masculine scent as they breathed through their noses, enjoying the taste of him, and of one another on him. Their pusses slick still from their last mating, both from his seed and their own lust, they grew wet again in anticipation, and Randall's hands moved through their long manes, firmly, strongly...but without the brutality one would expect if it were merely pornographic...he needed no force, for they were his, and he was theirs, and they worshipped him accordingly, eagerly, devoutly, as if in prayer, and gave no thought to holding back in the demure shyness that was once part of both their lives.

Sarah took his balls into her mouth, and Jeannie took the head into hers, and lowered face down over it, until she had taken him to the back of her throat, where his ample shaft might have choked the old her...but as she was now, she knew what to do, and she did it well, keeping her eyes open and looking up.

She knew with her skill she could bring him off in her mouth...but she did not act to do so, instead she continued to pleasure him, until Sarah moved up to replace her, and like Jeannie, she took him easily to the back of her throat, while Jeannie went down to suckle heavily upon his balls.

Randall was in a state of bliss, and had they taken turns back and forth, one of them would surely have won the prize of his seed into her throat...but instead, as if taking direction, they removed themselves, and Jeannie lay down upon the bed, with legs open, and Sarah, moved to lower her sex onto Jeannie's face, and said, 'Fuck her...fuck her...fuck our slave, husband...'

Randall was happy to oblige, gripping the spread open thighs and holding his slave firmly, pressing himself inside her with a satisfied masculine groan.

And as if in competiton to see whom could compel the other to climax first, Randall rutted hard into his slave, as his slave licked desperately at his wife's pussy, and Sarah leaned forward invitingly, and invitation answered by Randall's leaning forward and capturing the mouth of his wife with a kiss, the trinity of sensuality continued thus for a long time, until at least, unable to restrain herself...Sarah orgasmed with a violent trembling, Randall from the tightness of his slave's clenching little cunt, and Jeannie from the eroticism of all that she did and was done with her...

They rushed to clean up afterwards, and the husband and wife dressed formally and cleanly after, quickly assisted by Jeannie's practiced hands and practiced eye.

'You two go ahead and meet up with them, remember to make nice, I'll start making arrangements for the next step while you're with them. They don't know I'm with you, so I'm best working in the background. I'll call our little Honeypot as well, and have her flown over tomorrow, I know she'll love this.' Jeannie said.

Randall and Sarah nodded and spoke in unison. 'Oh yes...she will.' They shared a gaze between one another, and then walked out, appearing every inch the creme de la creme of the social peak, with no trace of nefarious intent clinging to their expressions as they rode in their car to the finest restaurant in the city to meet their target.

"As I find it..."



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