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Two Voices, Part 4 . Circle of Candles, The evening rolls on.
Posted:Mar 18, 2024 3:58 pm
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2024 3:24 am
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The evening rolls on…

Amorist has calmed…

Scorpios kisses tender amidst the frenetic actions of the evening, but his grasp is firm… 
Maid is beside them…

Scorpio caresses Amorists face strokes her lips….

The music changes.. Slows.. calmer.. An interlude…

Amorist feels herself turned, she is now across Scorpios thighs.. facing away from him..
He has a grip of her neck and her waist.. she sees the couples.. the candles…
She feels Scorpios hardness between her arse cheeks….
Teasing her….
She is being controlled.. her breathing dictated by his hand….

Maid is close now, Amorist feels a first kiss to her sore lips and as maid stands and steps away… she sees her smile…

A moment of exhausted calm…

Then Scorpio lays her back across the table and strides back to his seat. Drinks are served all round, another coke for Amorist,, and then another,, and then water. A copious intake of liquid…Amorist has drunk all that she was offered..She was thirsty, she was hot, her throat needed liquid

Maid… was being very attentive to the room this evening.. Scorpio had her well trained and devotedly active in her role…

He was sipping his wine… and had grapes and cheese at his fingertips.. from a plate that was sat upon a girls back… the girl from the first couple..
the winner of the coin toss.. now subjugated… and from how wet she appeared to be.. her inner thighs glistening… more then just aroused….

Maid led the next couple up to and in to the circle of candles.

The man… seemed to want to watch, not in a submissive posture.. but for the moment a very voyeuristic mode…
He sat..
She… took position on the table.. and she beckoned Amorist…

She spread her legs.. stroking her inner thighs…
And commanded that Amorist serve her..

Amorist moved forward… and began placing gentle kisses to thighs..
The man watched intently.. Then a momentary pause as maid poured another glass into Amorists mouth. just before, Amorist began to kiss and lick…

Amorist sighs softly, inhaling the woman’s arousal…. Closing her eyes to further focus on the feel of her…. Trailing kisses up her smooth thigh, softly nipping at her flesh as A reaches her mound…. 

Tongue working through slick folds, tasting her sweet cunt juices…. Sucking gently at her labia, one then the other….  Tongue tip slipping over, then under, her clithood, feeling the girl jolt at the first touch to her clit….  Suckling at the hardening nub… drawing blood into it…. Tongue flicking lightly…. Then she lowers slightly, releasing her clit, tongue teasing over her sensitive lil pee hole and circling and swirling around her sopping fuckhole…..   tongue reaching to push into the hot tunnel, A’s nose pressing to the girls clit.    Nuzzling her face into the girl crack…. Lapping, nipping, tongue plunging until she feels the girl grunt and groan, her cunt walls pulse around her tongue, her clit mashed hard against A’s face as she cums hard…

As the girl’s hips stop their humping on A’s face the Voyeur starts to applaud….  A turns to look at Him, and then to Scorpio, a small grin on her cuntcum coated face….
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Two Voices, part3. Circle of Candles - the fisting
Posted:Mar 15, 2024 11:25 am
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2024 6:40 am
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The maid approached the couple, with fresh drinks.. and tells them to “Talk to Scorpio momentarily”.. A handshake A kiss to her cheek.. and Scorpio says. “Don’t worry.. you may have lost the coin toss, but you will have your turn of .. well a turn.. later in the evening.. and you miss.. will have more..”

They return to their seats and pick up their drinks..

The maid is guiding the next couple to centre into the circle of candles.The man is eager, the woman seems.. hesitant..

The maid bids them pause… close enough for Amorist to feel breathing.. then she returns either a tray… and another satin bag…

Amorist is offered a coke with a straw and she sucks thirstily….at Scorpios instruction maid, removes a’s blindfold and the disco from her pussy then returns to His side..

The second couple, enter the circle, Amorist remains on hands and knees, dildo still embedded in her cunt… 

Turning to Scorpio, the  Man asks if the ankle chains can be removed, explaining He wants His girl to have ‘full access”.

Scorpio nods and maid brings forth the keys…. Man opens the satin bag and withdraws a tube of liquid silk… He hands this to His girl, telling her to smother her hand, she was about to have a lesson in the art of fisting…

The couple exchange glances between themselves... Theres a pause.. Amorist has taken a gulp of air and ... is taking in the words... looking at Scorpio for his reaction..Alongside, her cunt ..having its reaction...

Scorpio stands up, and the room responds...

He strides over to where Amorist is poised, and with one gentle stroke of her face, and then her breasts, and then her thighs...He leans in and kisses her forehead.. Whispers into her ear...

Then tells the man to await that Amorist is correctly and suitably positioned for such an act...

Grunt has appeared... and carries in a larger table like piece of wooden furniture...He then lifts Amorist and lays her on it.. Dark timber, leather and steel...Amorist is now on her back, strapped down, thighs spread wide, the only support to her neck being if she has leant her head back...So that her throat is straight.... 

Grunt leaves the centre stage and stands beside the maid, is staring, with not a single blink. Maid is still in full maids uniform.. but she has become flustered...her face red, she is perspiring...She has been told very specifically, by Scorpio, that Amorist has been awarded a call card...that at any point in the evening, she can decide the fate of maid for up to one hour....

The man begins talking to his girl..Amorist can see him demonstrating how she should position her hand, her fingers... in order to begin...The copious flow of the lubricant sends a shudder through Amorist..Her cunt is now not only dripping wet... but also completely coated in the lube, It is running down her cunt, and down across her arsehole...

She squirms as much as she is able given the strapping. Scorpio nods,Amorist does not see it but she hears the murmurs of approval and expectation from the audience...

Amorist feels more lube ... this time to her red red lips.. and she feels the mans cock.. teasing her lips...

And at the same time....

The girl begins to explore a’s wet gash…. Sliding lube through all her folds….  Her partner states quietly to the girl ‘it is easier if she cums before, get that cunt nice and relaxed’.  

So the girl expertly rolls a’s clit between her fingers as the Man presses His Cockhead into A’s mouth.  A’s gulps and squirms, her arousal already on high alert, her first orgasm having been building during the first scene.  As A’s body quivers, He fucks her mouth and throat, the girl’s fingers rub roll A’s clit until the climax hits her…. Cunt and throat muscles pulsing…. Her nostrils flaring for every breathe, thighs shaking in the restraints…. The Man and the girl share a smile and she moves her fingers to swirl at A’s cunt entrance, lube dripping over her hand.   Two fingers easily slip into the wetness, twisting and pressing at the cunt walls… a third is added followed swiftly by her little finger…. The Man pull back a little so A can pant through the stretch….  

Girl curls her thumb into her palm and eases it into the lubed fuckhole, twisting her wrist from side to side, pushing slowly with each motion .  A’s panting hard, head hanging down, Cock playing over her lips and out of her mouth.  She feels the obscene stretch in her pussy, the girls knuckles now rubbing against her pelvis..  burning sensation consuming her  ravaged hole….  The Man watching closely from A’s head, seeing His girls hand disappear, smiles and murmurs ‘well done, keep it there’.    He then turns His attention to His own need, plunging deep and fast into A’s throat…

For Amorist, Time seems to pause for a moment… for a breathe… for a lifetime…Mouth and throat full of cock, she is breathless….Cunt stretched perfectly over the girls fist…

The ache tomorrow will be an incessant reminder..
And in amongst a flood of thinking and non thinking… she’s reminded of something he told her.. before….

Suddenly… invasively… she feels something..Scorpio has strode over and stood beside her ..
His left hand is caressing the girls wrist.. feeling the cunt that is stretched around it..
She feels His fingers probing… checking the extent of her being stretched…

Then.. she feels his fingers at her lips.. her lipstick completely wrecked, her jaw aching.. cock pulsing… 

Scorpio utters his command… and the man’s cock pulls speedily from her choking throat.. as the girls hand is yanked from her oiled hole…

Amorist is convulsing… body jerking …. Cumming as the fist slides out… and the orgasm rolls on and on.. Scorpios arms gathering her into him.. this squirming and jerking piece of cunt at His command…

The couple.. step back to their seats, the man, having pumped hard into Amorists throat, is satiated.. the girl is hyped… fizzing.. needing progression.. needing something… He slides fingers into her mouth and takes of His drink… Something’ she pleads..He nods …
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Two Voices -part 2. Circle of Candles. Heads or Tails
Posted:Mar 11, 2024 3:54 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2024 6:19 pm
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Heads or Tales

The two toys glisten in the flickers of the candlelight.. There is murmuring, there are eyes gazing at her. The music has gone darker, more bass.

Amorist is surveying the room, glancing towards Scorpio, holding His gaze, then looking at the dildos, wet from her wanton fuckholes.

The maid returns to Scorpios side and leans in to listen to Him. Amorist sees the maids mouth replying.. ‘Yes Sir’ again and again…

She stands and walks towards Amorist, guiding her into a position where her arms are forward across the table and places the toys, one in each of Amorists delicate hands…

The toy A put to use in her cunt is particularly wet.. and is already dripping over her fingers..

Maid moves away and leaves the circle.

Soon she returns either a small satin bag on a tray.. She walks over to the couple who were served their drinks last, kneels in front of them and murmurs, she presents them with the satin bag and nods as they say something to her..
She stands .. and then them to where Amorist is grasping the toys..

Amorists trembles are obvious to everyone.. Maid returns at Scorpios feet.. 

The woman of the couple opens the satin bag and pulls out a silk blindfold and a coin….  She smiles and hands the coin to the Man, who tosses it asking ‘heads or…..’. Woman laughs saying ‘heads….’   Amorist listens not moving her gaze from Scorpio.

She hears the coin fall and the Man laugh… they both stand and move to the table,  Amorist grips the dildo in shaking hands as the Man places the blindfold over her eyes, her last sight that of Scorpios amused eyes…

The dildo removed from her hands..  the couple walk around her, hands stroking flanks…. She feels one dildo brushed over her anus and down her crack…. Back and forth it glides, from clit to tight ring…. Sliding easily through her girl slime….   Then she feels the other latex cock caressing her cheek, wiping her saliva over her skin… her mouth opens instinctively and her hips begin rocking to the movement of the toy at her crack.

Amorist is on all fours..An animal like posture.. She has become the evenings creature..

The two toys.. the pair of substitute phalluses… are probing.. nothing but gentle slight nudges, between her lips, then slid across her face. Gentle slides between the lips of her cunt.. then teased across her arse…

Amorist is dripping….

She hears the woman’s voice.. “Well I called heads and won…” She turns, struts back to her chair.. sits… and spreads her legs..

Amorist knows only she is being led across the room.. until she feels soft female flesh.. brushing her ears… her cheeks… the misty aroma of an aroused woman filling the room..

Amorists tongue licks her lips and begins to probe..

The room is heavy with arousal…

She clenches as a toy slides into her drenched cunt..  the man’s hands moving it slowly.. then sliding it out in a trading manner..

“Go slowly.. I want her attention on me.. I won the coin toss after all!” She hears..

Amorist focusses on pleasing this woman…. which doesn’t take long, so highly aroused was she, her first evening at Scorpios.

Amorist is put back into centre room.. and she waits
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Two voices (Circle of Candles - The beginning..)
Posted:Mar 9, 2024 2:13 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2024 6:07 pm
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Amorist stands where she has been put, in the corner, watching the room… Hands held behind her back, ankles in chains that restrict her each and every step. She casts her eyes to Him, frequently, waiting for the instructions.
She watches the room

The maid is now bringing in guests, Males and females… couples… Amorist counts eight people. They each sit on velvet upholstered chairs, in front of them a circle of candles.

Maid now proceeds to light the candles and then she brings in a small low table and places it centrally.

A few minutes pass

She returns with two soft latex dildos and places them on the table. She leaves the room returning with a tray, one goblet upon it.

She serves Scorpio his wine and then again leaves the room.. She returns.. two drinks on the tray…She serves the guests In an order that is known to her, there is a ranking perhaps

Once all the guests have drinks she takes her place beside Scorpio watching Him intently, Occasionally glancing around the room, taking in the guests. Amorist notices the bruises upon Maid’s thighs, obvious through her fishnet stockings

Scorpio stares at Amorist and points to the table. He claps his hands and He grins, His gaze now upon the table.
Amorist steps forward, chain clinking, short, stuttered steps

Moving slowly towards the table, eyes fixed on Scorpio, she steps within her constraints.  Her naked form glowing in the candlelight, feeling the heat on her flesh as she glides into the circle.

Upon reaching the low table she lowers her knees and hands to the surface.. crawling onto the wood..  hair falling over her shoulders, tits hanging beneath her..  She lowers her breasts to the table, arching her spine, dragging her hardened nipples over the tabletop…. Arse high, hips rocking slowly, sensuously…

Unable to open her thighs wide she puts one hand beneath her and strokes her glistening labia, fingers playing through folds of dirty pink flesh… 

Eyes still a fixed on Scorpio she rises to kneel, buttocks to heels…. Still stroking her slick slit with one hand, the other hovering over the dildos, with a question in her eyes…

Scorpio sits watching her, not blinking, takes a sip of his wine and then beckons the maid to his side.
He speaks into her ear 

She curtsies and then walks over and leans down to A’s ear

‘Scorpio wants the toys wet…. And that you should not rush…’

The breath of the maid, as she whispers, making goosebumps rise over the neck and shoulders of Amorist.
She pauses, looking around the room, taking in the stares of the guests, then places one dildo in front of her… facing Scorpio she lowers her shoulders until her mouth stops just before the dildo head….  She looks across the room and smiles, small smile, at Him…

Licking her lips as she holds the base of the dildo…. Then slowly sliding her wet lips over the top…. Her mouth opening, lips sliding over, so slowly….  Moving smoothly and slow her lips glide over the Cock shape..  jaw stretching wide, saliva flooding her mouth….  Taking as much as she can, then lifting her head up again…  

Looking down, allowing some excess drool to spill from her lips onto the dildo… then returning to sheath the latex with her mouth, pressing it deep into the back of her throat.. gag reflex heaving coating the dildo with spittle….

Rising again…. The dildo shining with saliva in the candlelight….   Shifting to open her knees, ankles still chained…. Kneeling up now, the second dildo in her hand, stroking it down her cleavage , over her belly and down into her slit….  Sliding the shaft directly over her clitshaft and clit.. splaying wet labia around it…. Angling it to rest at her cunt entrance…. 

Lifting her. bottom slightly, holding the dildo base, then guiding her cunthole down … burying the cock in one smooth movement….  Feeling her wantjuice oozing around the base….  Rising and falling.. riding the toy…. Ensuring all is glazed by her cunt.

TBC…
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A chance meeting…..
Posted:Jan 8, 2022 2:25 pm
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2024 6:02 pm
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A quiet night out in a dimly lit bar with friends not of O.our nature…. Relaxed, aimless chatter, gossip, laughing…. All was well, then I felt a shiver, a tingling on the back of my neck, an uneasy feeling twisted in my belly…. I slowly looked over my shoulder and saw the source of my distress…. You were sitting there at the bar within a group of people, none known me…. Instantly my head was filled of what once was…. My body alive, legs shaky, mouth dry…. I looked away hoping You hadn’t seen me and praying that You had…. The confusion of need v protection, I could not be that creature again, yet she lived in inside me and You would know, would see, would take, even after all this time and I would be unable to resist….

Hastily I made my excuses and left the bar…. Walking through the crowd, against the shadowy wall until I reach the outside and gasp a lungful of sea air…. Still expecting to hear my name, a hand on my wrist, as I move down the street…. But no, I reached my car… steadied myself, noted my disappointment and checked my phone before driving home…. And there it was…. A text from You, after all this time, an address, a familiar address and one word ‘Come’…

I told myself I wouldn’t come to You…. I told myself over and over again it was a bad idea all the while I drove throughout the countryside and pulled up outside Your dwelling…. I had no idea if You would even be there, after all You were still in the bar as I left but I had been hesitant and slow….

The door was open a crack so I walked inside… it was dark, it was silent… then You appeared slamming me back against the door, Your arm pressed over my throat, Your mouth on mine…. Lips dry, mouth forced open eyes wide looking intoYours, dark and hungry…. So it is as it was and will always be…. The Hunter and His prey, the Beast and His creature of need…. Feeding on each other, driving each other, consuming each other…. My hands clawing at Your back as Your mouth presses hard onto mine.. grunts and moans escaping lips…. My body writhing against Yours…. My mound grinding into Your groin, feeling You hard, feeling me wet…. You release me and push me face down o to the wooden kitchen table, one hand yanking my skirt up to my waist then gripping my knickers and pulling them aside…. A deep growl from Your throat as Your fingers slip into my smooth soaked crack… my hips bucking in need, desperate for Your touch…. You know I’m ready, as You are so there is no need for finesses, or foreplay, or setting a mood… W.we both know what is required…. A hard, rigid cock in a hot wet cunt…. Animalistic, instinctive, explosive…. My hands grasp the table edge as my hips rut for Your Cock…. Sweeping slick labia over Your shaft, humping for You to take my pulsating hole…. Head lifted, a silent scream as You plunge in without mercy.. Cock buried, my cunt in a wild spasm, overwhelmed with sensation….my hips banging against the table, jerking forward as Your Cockhead rams at my cervix, as Your Cock reclaims Your cunt….. B.both orgasm fast and wild, bodies dripping in sweat, bruises forming, clit, cunt aching, burning, Cock exploding….

Shivering, crying in shock and pleasure.. bodies drained, You pull out and step aside…. I breathe, stand and without looking at You, adjust my skirt and leave….

Driving back, dreamlike, unsure what just happened, did it happen…? For my own sanity I choose believe it hasn’t and continue on my way….
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Another’s words….
Posted:Nov 1, 2021 4:49 pm
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2024 3:24 pm
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"He was darkness and had never been anything before this time, darkness and his lips upon her. She tried speak and his mouth was over hers again. Suddenly she had a wild thrill such as she had never known; joy, fear, madness, excitement, surrender arms that were too strong, lips too bruising, fate that moved too fast.”

― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind"
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Be present…. No more
Posted:Oct 12, 2021 12:19 pm
Last Updated:Feb 10, 2024 10:28 am
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Crave - 1. To desire intensely; long for
2. To need greatly or urgently
3. To beg or plead for

I crave the intensity, the drop into the abyss, the point of no return, the orgasm that overwhelms…. I don’t want shallow, meaningless words, but careful considered actions…. I need to be in the moment, completely surrendered, totally taken, drowning in sensation…. I desire the possibilities to be limitless and without judgement. I want to be the drug and the addiction..….
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The Belt.. 2
Posted:Mar 18, 2021 12:21 pm
Last Updated:Aug 13, 2023 2:02 pm
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The Belt 2....

was not long before her quiet meditation was disturbed by the sound of the heavy curtain being drawn back and footsteps getting closer.... she opened her eyes but knew better than to look up... her gaze remained on the floor in front of her until the space was filled by His boots.... she briefly allowed her gaze to roam upwards, no further than His groin and in the dim light she still could not be sure it was Him, or another....

Without a word He lifted the end of the belt and gently tugs her onto her hands and knees, leading her crawling to the chair... she feels His hands loosen the belt from her neck and hears a soft whine escape from her lips at the loss of it....

As He removes the belt she sees from the corner of her eyes the slightest nod of His head towards the chair... immediately and without thought she rises, lifting her gown as she lies over the chair... her buttocks naked... breasts and belly resting over the seat.. hands gripping the chair legs, ponytail hanging down... and she whispers .... as You wish Sir.......

Focusing on steadying her breathing... on readying her body for what is to come... knowing she will endure until her screams fill the room and He is satisfied...
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The Belt....
Posted:Mar 18, 2021 10:00 am
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2021 2:40 am
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The Belt....

She walked into the dimly lit room, having followed the instructions precisely.... her attire as requested, a loose cotton gown barely covering her small frame... falling from her shoulders, rising to reveal her thighs.... nothing else He had said.... this was no performance, nothing for show, this was just a Man and a woman connecting, instinctively, primally, powerfully....

The trepidation was churning in her belly, no clue had been given as to what the night would unveil .... the room was timeless, candles, a fire, a chair, a footstool, a day bed.... peering around in the gloom she noted a bottle of wine on a table the chair, some fruit, some cheese.... she smiled but knew better than to partake...

Stepping towards the fire she noted something placed with purpose on the floor... looking down she recognised the belt.... the soft worn leather, the silver buckle... His....

Reaching down she collected the belt in her hands.. unsure what it meant, what she was supposed to do... her fingers caressed the leather that had been around His body... she lifted it to her face and held it there for a moment...

Clearing her mind she knelt between the fire and the chair... lowering gracefully as she could not dispel the feeling that she was being watched, studied..... shifting to settle her asscheeks on her heels, gown loose around her, falling from one shoulder.... hands sliding down her smooth thighs to her knees to ease them apart before stroking back up over her flesh, one fingertip sweeping between her full exposed labia, a small smile on her lips as she feels her arousal... continuing hands over her belly, ribs, cupping her breasts under the fabric... her nipples hard, tits aching.... finally lifting her hair from her shoulders to her head and taking a hair band to fasten it there...

She inhales deeply and lifts the belt... passing it from one hand to the other around her neck... the leather warm, soft, deceptively pliable in her hands... threading the belt through the buckle, she sighs as she slides the belt to sit snug around her slender neck... the loose leather hanging down between her breasts and hanging over her mound.. her clithood ring glinting below it....

Closing her eyes.... she waits....
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Just........
Posted:Mar 9, 2021 5:55 am
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2023 8:00 am
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(I still want what I told you, but it's not worth the aggravation)

Remember.... the words found me but the actions lost me....
Remember.... this deluded place where Wh0res become as jaded as in real life...
Remember..... you are nothing, no-one.... *just* ..... just a slut, just a cunt, just another...
Remember... just remember...

Then, when you remember.... no words are just for you.... then... you can just be...

Enjoy ...
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