The Chair Ch. 18
Date: 03.08.2008Keywords: The, Chair, 18, Ch.,
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He did as he was directed. She then told him that he should worship the ground she walks on just for having the honor of serving her. With that he bent forward and kissed the floor in front of her feet. She then raised one foot, placed it against him, and shoved him over on his side. She said that she was displeased with his earlier performance. He had taken too long when getting her second drink. Groveling at her feet, he begged her forgiveness. She told him that such poor performance needed to be punished. He had no choice but to agree with his queen. She then clapped her hands and two of the men from the audience came forward and lifted her servant to his feet. (Evidently she had previously briefed the two on the parts they were to play.) The two men maneuvered him into position about 4 feet from the front wall, facing the crowd. Then they pulled a set of manacles down from the ceiling rafters and fastened his hands securely above his head. Then Cleopatra stepped toward him with a metal bar about 3 feet long with a manacle on each end. As she handed the bar to the two men, they spread the servant's legs and attached the manacles to his ankles. With his legs spread this far apart, his arms were now stretched tightly above him. His queen then asked if he was ready for his punishment to begin. Not knowing what to expect, he meekly said that he was. She stepped up behind him and released the belt that held his apron on. As the garment fell to the floor between his legs, the outline of his erect penis was now plainly visible through his thong. He heard her take a few steps back just before he felt the leather covered paddle contact the bare flesh of his ass. As the paddle made contact, his midsection involuntarily lunged forward. Cleopatra then instructed him that he must sincerely request each additional blow of his punishment. He bowed his head and asked, "Your Highness, I deserve to be punished more."
"We'll have to be quick." I pulled her to me and kissed her again. She lifted her arms around my neck. She had that just out of the shower smell. Strange that I hadn't heard it running.
I kissed her shoulders. She smiled and ran her fingers through my hair. I kissed her nose then her lips again. I squeezed her ass cheeks then pushed my fingertips between them. I found her anus and rubbed it. She exhaled with a gasp.
I walked backwards, pulling her with me. At the kitchen table I moved behind her and bent her forward.
"Shall we go back to bed?" She asked over her shoulder.
"I'd quite like it here, if you don't mind?"
"Whatever way it comes."
She spread her legs and arched her back.
I placed the tip of my prick against her anus and rubbed it up and down. She was too dry to enter that way so I held open her fanny lips and guided myself between them. I pushed. It didn't want to go in. I pushed again. She grunted but the head of my prick was inside her. I rested feeling her fanny adjusting itself around me then pushed again. She cried out as I penetrated her fully. I pulled back and pushed in again. She was getting looser, wetter. I began a slow rhythm in and out. I looked down at the tight rolls of skin which formed her anus. It needed touching.
I licked my finger and placed it against it, pushing the tip inside her. I took my finger out and lifted it first to my nose then my mouth. First smelling then tasting her. I re-wet my finger with my saliva and pushed it deeper inside her. Her sphincter clenched tight around it. I pulled it out then pushed it back inside again.
*Chapter 7*
Jenny drove Shirley and myself down to Somerset after lunch.
I thought she looked very sexy in her new glasses. She didn't.
Still, when you get older bits don't work quite as well as they used to I told her when we had picked them up shortly before.
She didn't find that reassuring.
We left the motorway, through the county town of Taunton and up into the Quantock hills. Famous for being where Coleridge wrote the Ancient Mariner and beloved of Wordsworth.
We entered the village and turned right at the pub up the narrow cul-de-sac and into my Grandfathers circular gravel drive.
It felt strange calling it my Grandfathers and not my Grandparents. I was sure he still missed her, I know I did, even after eighteen months had passed. We pulled up next to my parents Jaguar. They seemed to change there car every two years whilst my Grandfather had the same Rover in his garage for as long as I could remember.
I look enviously at the Jag.
"What would you do with one?"
Jenny stood at my side, her fingers wrapped around my biceps.
She tilted her face upwards. She wanted kissing. So I did. Long and hard.
Shirley coughed behind us.
Hudson opened the door and Millie bounded out to greet us. Barking and tail wagging. Jenny stepped to one side as she stood on her back legs and licked at my face.
I let her have two licks with her tongue then pushed her down.
She went to Jenny and had her ears felt then went to Shirley and sniffed at her fanny and ass.
"Millie." I called. "Come away."
She ignored me for a second, all her concentration on Shirley's ass. Then she came to me. You lucky girl, I thought, able to wander up to strangers and poke your nose in one of their holes. They have a good life, dogs.
"You know Shirley." I told her.
She had stayed for a weekend before when we thought her and Steve were going to make something. It didn't come to anything in the end except a lot of walks together out of sight of the house.
*Chapter 8*
We dropped Linda and Debbie at my parent's house.
Jenny and Shirley stood in the doorway. Steve climbed from the car and walked towards Shirley.
He stopped a yard from her and they both stood looking at one another. Neither spoke.
Jenny broke the silence.
"Paul." She walked to the car door. I squeezed her hand. "I fancy a quick one. Where can we go?"
"But what about Steve and Len?" I asked. I wouldn't mind a quick one.
"A drink. You frog." She looked at me, a sad expression on her face.
"There is a nice pub in Rumwell." Len spoke.
"Yes, I know that, we've been there a lot of times." Jenny smiled at him.
"We're popping out for a quick one." She called to Jane and Debbie.
"Lucky you." I heard Debbie say.
She was about twenty-five. Well within Steve's target range. Which, the last time we discussed his sex life, was if they had one that still worked.
"Be back in half an hour. Come on Shirley." Len got out with Millie and Jenny climbed into the front with me. Steve, Shirley and Len got into the back and Millie trotted into the house, past Jane and Debbie, as if she owned it.
"We'll pick her up on our way back." I called out, driving away.
I brushed the outside of Jenny's thigh with my hand as I changed gear. I glanced down, she opened her legs. I could see her knickers. She ran a fingertip between her fanny lips.
"Watch the road Paul." She admonished.
I looked ahead then into the rear view mirror. Steve had his arm along the back of the rear seat behind Shirley's neck.
I watched the road, glanced down at Jenny's knickers again, then into the rear view mirror. Steve and Shirley's mouths were locked together.
The pub was approaching. I slowed and turned into the car park. I parked at the back near the entrance to the woods.
"Everybody out." I called, climbing out.
Steve and Shirley finally managed to separate their lips. I wondered again whom he was bringing tomorrow.
"Pint for Paul and a Bacardi and Coke for me." Jenny said taking my hand and leading me towards the track that led into the woods. "I have something to say to Paul. We'll be ten minutes."
I was about to object, I fancied a Beer, but dutifully followed her watching the movement of her ass cheeks as she walked.
Once inside the woods she stepped from the track and we made our way behind a large Beech tree.
She turned her back to me.
"Well?" She asked.
I looked her up and down.
"Very nice." I replied.
"Quickly." She backed towards me. "Unzip me."
I undid the hook and eye and pulled down her zip.
"But." I started.
She pulled her dress over her head and stood in front of me in her bra and knickers.
"Don't you want me?"
"Of course." I stammered, unzipping my trousers and pulling out my rapidly growing prick.
"You didn't think I'd let you go out with that Steve with full balls if I could help it, do you?"
She hung her dress over a low branch and was pulling off her knickers.
I unhooked her bra.
"I don't think we have time for that as well." She said but it joined her knickers and dress all the same.
I pulled her to me, squeezing her ass cheeks as I kissed her. I could feel her pubic hairs against my prick. My very hard prick.
She slipped a hand between us and held it as she would the handle of a pot then stroked it. I kissed her ear, sucking an earlobe into my mouth.
"We haven't long." She gasped.
"I know." I panted back, cupping her fanny and slipping a finger inside her. She threw back her head as it entered her so I kissed her throat.
I managed to get a second finger inside her with difficulty. I worked them in and out, feeling her fanny open and becoming wetter as I did.
She stepped back and looked around. There was a mossy bank leading down to the small stream that meandered slowly through the woods.
"Come, quickly." She said walking to it and kneeling at its top.
I knelt behind her and felt her breasts. She purred.
"We haven't got time."
I pushed her forward and spread her ass cheeks. Her fanny lips were open, glistening with her juices. I placed the tip of my prick between them and push into her. There was an initial resistance then I was inside. I pulled back, almost out, then pushed back in. She felt so warm I'd liked to have stayed in there forever but we had other things to do that night so I picked up the tempo. Thrusting in and out with short, fast strokes. I heard her gurgling and felt her fanny lips tighten around my prick. I looked down at it. Shining in the dappled sunshine.
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