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Chapter 1- 6
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Kate ran the brush through her hair, struggling to maintain some sense of control and equilibrium. Her state of arousal and sexual frustration had continued to grow as she prepared to start the day. She struggled to contain it, but every time she thought she had succeeded, a new wave of heat spiked through her, gathering in a slow throbbing pulse between her legs. Vague visions of heated sex with multiple male partners, many of them in archaic dress, flitted through her mind, arising seemingly out of nowhere. Kate’s knees weakened and she had to support herself with her arms on the counter as another wave passed through her. The room door rattled once more to a knock. “Missus, are you ready now? You said that you would be ready and we must be going soon.” A small voice in the back of Kate’s mind whispered, oh, yes I am ready. Shaking it off, Kate straightened up and strode over to the door and opened it. A fit young man with a coffee colored complexion, short-cropped dark hair, the thin beginnings of a beard and mustache and dark eyes stood before her, dressed in jeans and a tank top. Gathering herself, Kate said, “P-Please come in Ibrahim, we will get going in a minute.” Kate opened the door wider and the young man walked through and stood somewhat uncertainly in the center of the room. Kate watched him walk through and into the room and her eyes were drawn to the slight bulge at his crotch and the taut cheeks of his ass in the tight jeans he was wearing. Another wave of heat spiked through her and she almost gasped aloud. Kate shut the door and turned to face Ibrahim, who turned to look at her with a slightly confused expression. “Are you okay Missus? You look a little flushed. Perhaps you got some bad water here in town, yes?” “I am okay, Ibrahim, I am just feeling a bit… warm… for some reason.” Kate stumbled slightly as another wave passed through her and Ibrahim stepped forward and caught her by the arm and waist. The feel of his arms on her amplified the warm pulse in her pussy, and she could feel a warm trickle leak out over her labia and begin to run down her thigh. Rather than straightening up, Kate continued to lean heavily upon the young man. She could feel his muscles tense as he took her weight and his breathing sped up. “Oh… thank you Ibrahim, I lost my balance there for a second. You have become quite the strong young man!” Ibrahim blushed and stammered, “T-Thank you, Missus… but you seem to not be well, are you sure you are okay? Do you need a doctor?” “No… no, I think I am okay. I just need a little bit of help, I think.” Kate relaxed her weight a bit more and suddenly pushed, catching Ibrahim off-balance and causing him to fall back onto the bed, with Kate resting between his legs, her head upon his stomach. She could feel his cock rising in his pants, pushing hard through the fabric of his jeans and her shirt and pressing into her breasts. “Missus!” Kate crawled up from between his legs, straddling him about the waist on the bed. Her left hand reached down and grasped his now fully hard cock through his jeans and squeezed slightly and Ibrahim gasped. “I need your help badly, Ibrahim. You are the only one here I trust to help me and you have what I need right here,” she said, giving his cock another slight squeeze. Kate lowered her head, her face inches from his, staring intently into his confused eyes; and she throatily whispered, “I want you to fuck me Ibrahim; I want to ride your cock until I scream in ecstasy.” Kate pressed her lips down onto his and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She felt him tense for a brief moment and then he relaxed as he surrendered to her assault. |
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