Peta Jensen

“Next time we meet you shall hang, now give me your coat to hide my nakedness.” she demanded. “On the contrary, if you do not run this instant I shall tie a rope around you and parade you through the village like a captive whore,” I laughed, “Indeed I may charge a few groats for my friends to poke you.” “You would not dare!” she snapped unwisely. “Really, well we shall see about that,” I answered. I took my knife and showed her the razor sharp blade once again, “Now do not say you would rather die or I may well acceed to your wish and slit your throat, now hold still.” I sawed through the ruffs at her wrists and slashed the bindings on her fine boots before pulling boots and short silk stockings off to leave her entirely naked. It was quite remarkable, she looked just like any peasant girl but for her clean feet. I kicked her ruined clothing into the river and watched the current take it as it slowly sank. I was not heartless. I had presents for my parents and sister, among them a nice girish linen smock I had acquired from a market on our campaign. A small India rubber ball I had brought for my young cousin and leather belts of the finest quality as well as a quantity of gold coins filled my back pack to bursting. “I command you!” she said quite ridiculously as she stood naked before me. I ignored her and took the india rubber ball from my pack and cut into it with my dagger. “What are you doing?” she asked “An old trick we used in the war when we chanced upon a woman who was not amenable to our needs,” I explained, “It is hard to shout with one of these in your mouth.” “If you so much as touch me,” she said but with two holes in the ball it was the work of a moment to seize her from behind and wrench her jaw open so I coud force the ball between her teeth. “Naaghh,” she protested, but a thin leather strap pushed through the holes and fastened behind her head silenced her most effectively. Unwisely she started to try to undo it so I strapped her elbows together behind her back for her pains and out of devilment I took a length of fine hemp rope I had acquired and bound it round her over one breast and under the other then under the first and over the other so her mounds were most pronounced and then my member was rearing anew. I wanted her again. I released my member again. I grabbed her and pushed her against a tree trunk. I lifted her left leg at the knee and I forced my member inside her once more. I say forced. There was no resistance what so ever. Her parts were sopping either from my previous emissions or her own excitement but what ever it was absolute heaven. I regretted that I could not keep her and that the guards must soon come looking for me. She looked me right in the eye and her body matched mime thrust for thrust as we conjoined. I marvelled that no one had found us thus far and when I finally let fly her eyes rolled as if in ecstasy. One thing still marked her out as aristocracy, her neatly plaited hair. My knife soon changed that as the pig tails fell away leaving her hair untidy as any peasant maids though perhaps somewhat cleaner. I pulled the smock Big Tits I had bought as a present for my sister around her, over her tethered arms and I ordered her to follow me. She defied me, but a leather strap around her neck and a length of rope soon had her picking her way barefoot along the hard baked earthen path towards the town. I went straight to the Bierhaus. “Some cheap wine for my whore, if you please” I ordered “You have a whore?” the Bar Keeper enquired. “From the war, spoils of war,” I explained, “See!” I pulled the smock off her to leave her naked and absolutely furious. “Very good,” the Bartender agreed, “She can work here and we can split the money between us if you like, I am sure she will be very popular.” “Yes that sounds good” I agreed, “how much for a fuck?” “Five Schillings,” he suggesed, “Ten if she takes it up the ass hole?” Vietnam It was lined with thick foam rubber and could be filled and emptied by a hose leading into the wall I was sweaty. Daddy finished cumming inside me and pulled his cock out, making a popping noise when the head slid out. “No George.” She flips her phone open to show me she texted me a couple of hours ago. The classic love story brought to life. He sat back in the chair and I got back on his lap. You’re right, let’s get out of here. I exited the bedroom and moved toward the community bathroom as quickly as I could. I would yell Big Tits and scream and cheer her on, and she would flash me that big beautiful smile. He had to jerk my hand to bring me back to reality and I stumbled a little into the small room, I quickly looked around and saw a few boxes of grapes in storage. "Mmm-I'm going to cum!" I dropped the man on the couch and laid my jacket over him. Basically what Sharon wants people to do people do. I nuzzled his face, my hand moving over his belly. He looked at his watch. "does someone want some tender love and care?" Of course I positioned myself so that they’d get the best view and I always took my Vietnam time finding where to sign. “I swear, it’s actually just a poker game with the guys. I lifted Gems legs and slid into her ass again and then flooded her bowels with what could have been the most cum I’ve ever produced. That could have been bad. I ran my tongue up her pussy, fuck that’s good I said I love to eat pussy. “Right there!” gasped Melody. I had a cock in my mouth.