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Fun Erotica I Wrote
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Fun Erotica I Wrote The Tour of a Lifetime It was a long drive and as the mist began to thicken I grew anxious. This castle tour was supposed to be a highlight of my tour of Ireland, but I was having trouble finding it. First it all started with the rental car company losing my reservation, thus I was stuck with this Fiat. Then it was the torturous winding roads through small towns. Now it was the thickening fog where I could hardly see in front of me. I suddenly struck the brakes hard as I saw a few other cars in what appeared to be a parking lot. Promptly pulling into a free space I got out of the car. Looking around I could barely make out the silhouette of a large castle drifting through the mists in front of me. I was here. Finally. After procuring my entry ticket from the older gentleman in the ticket booth, I entered the large hall. The tour was just starting and I was the last to arrive. There were a dozen other people present, and all tourists like me. I had forgotten my camera in the car in my haste, but I would do without for now. As we waited, our guide brought us into the formal grand hall. The large dinner table was exquisitely set and ready for an army of people. Even though the food did not look real, nor did the tapestries on the wall, I still wandered around thinking about how they managed living here in the old days. After studying castle lore and literature for years, I knew what was original and what was mimicked as an attempt at realism. It was an interesting and amusing attempt at recreating a thirteenth century castle’s furnishings. The suits of armor standing on the perimeter of the wall were fascinating, and exquisite in their detail. Large weapons hung along the wall and in the center was a coat of arms that was beyond believable as to the painstaking detail the blacksmiths had to bear to create such a symbol. As our tour guide entered in front of us, I stood in awe. She explained that her name was Kim and that she was to be our guide for the next hour in the castle. Her dress was similar to what they would have worn at the time, but it was her eyes that I gazed into, grasping every word she said. I was focused and entranced on her beauty like a moth to the flame. Her perky breasts held the dress in place firmly, and her curves accentuated herself as she walked in a coyly stride. The tour continued down the hall and through several of the rooms but I was transfixed like a zombie on her every word. I could hear her speaking, but in my trancelike state, I was only following the crowd and not really comprehending what she was saying. Her knowledge of the castle was obvious as she explained the different uses of the arrow slits in the ramparts and the numerous fireplaces that heated the large castle. Only one fireplace was burning for effect, but my body was beginning to sweat. As I watched her movements, she winked at me. It startled me out of my trance for a moment. What was I doing? I could not tell how long I had been in the castle, nor could I help staring at her. She was sexy and alluring in her thirteenth century dress, but her body movements suggested otherwise. Her fingers acted in slow motion as she kept us moving and I followed like an obedient servant. As the tour came to a close I realized that since the hour had past, I was still intrigued by her and this castle. A few of the tourists asked her some follow up questions, but I waited patiently for my turn. I stood looking at a tapestry even though my eyes were on her when she approached. “It is definitely a detailed piece of work, but we do have other more fascinating pieces in the castle,” Kim said softly. I turned to her and said, “really? I would love to see more of the castle, that is, if you have time.” “Sure, that was my last tour, but I could show you around some more if you like.” “My name is Carson” I stammered as I shook her hand hoping she did not feel the clamminess of my palm. “Very good to meet you Carson. If you will follow me, I can show you the tapestries down the hall, although this is a limited use area, so please don’t touch anything.” It was the way she said that that really turned me on as it seemed as if she emphasized the word “anything” but not the word “anyone.” I promptly followed as we walked down the hall toward the numerous bedrooms. The royal chambers were grand and spread out through an entire wing of the castle. The furniture in the room was a replicate of what they would have had at the time and as I commented on how uncomfortable they seemed, she mentioned that the beds were not all that soft. Kim continued to describe how the man would sleep in the separate chamber and that the wife would come to him at night, if he desired, and they would have sex in this room. Listening to her describe the method in some detail was alluring. Appalling as the concept was to the modern age, I had known it was a standard act for the man of the castle to have many sexual servants, so to speak. As she continued to briefly explain the mating rituals of the thirteenth people, I was envisioning her and I standing there in the room; her in a sheer dress and me in the standard royal tunic and pants. My hand taking hers to my bed, when I snapped out of the trance, startled, I smiled and said, “what an interesting tradition.” We toured the rooms one by one but as I was only paying half attention, she mentioned that there was a dungeon as well. My ears perked up and I quickly and rather too eagerly said, “wow that is awesome.” She smiled at my comment noting that I was definitely from the states. I apologized for my comment, but she just smiled at me and said it was cute. “Shall we venture downstairs?” she asked. The circular staircase was dark and it was taking some time for my eyes to adjust to the low light. My hand landed on her back as I almost ran into Kim when we reached the bottom of the stairs. I left it there for a moment as she didn’t seem to mind. We paused for a moment for our eyes to adjust to the dimness. “The lights down here do not work all that well, but it does make it seem authentic, save of course that they used to use torches and not light bulbs,” she said with a giggle. “Down this way, I want to show you the torture chamber.” The walls of the corridor were solid stone and still showed signs of dampness and wear. Areas were marked in black along the walls and I wondered what caused the damage to the walls as we strolled further down the corridor. I could not help but focus on the swing of her dress as she stepped with purpose. We briefly spoke of the many things that likely happened in the dungeons during its heyday. Turning towards a solid wooden door, she paused and looked at me. Her eyes showed that twinkle and her slight smile told me she was up to something. Slowly turning the door knob, she opened the door and it creaked on their rusty hinges. The single light bulb in this room gave it an eerie orange and yellow glow that hovered over the many devices and equipment in the room. It was somewhat disturbing, but also strangely inspiring. Kim waltzed across the room, running her fingers across the iron maiden which was against one wall and as I peered through the eye slit of the coffin, I shuddered as to how painful it must have been. There were other devices in the room such as an “X” shaped table where people were drawn and quartered by tying ropes to each of their limbs and cranking a wheel to pull their limbs from their body. “Wow” I said, “there are quite a few whips on the wall, and even some of these have barbs on the end.” Kim turned to me and I saw she had a short whip in her hand. “Ever been whipped Carson?” I was startled and attempted a reply but none came. She laughed and said, “Not to worry, I wasn’t going to whip you, but don’t you agree that this room is fascinating?” She turned and was focused on the whips on the wall so her back was to me. “Yes I am amazed as to how and why many of these devices were used, but I wonder if any of them were used for sexual torture,” I replied as my hand pressed into her back and slowly made its way to her neck. Slowly turning her to face me, I pressed my lips onto hers. It was soft and delicious, and I slowly savored every moment. Kim pressed back into my lips as I could tell she was hungry for more. The whip in her hand fell to the floor as she wrapped herself around me. She quickly wove me into a trance with her searing kisses. Our hands searched each other. Feeling, flowing, grabbing each other, closer, aching for more. We could not get enough of each other as our bodies throbbed within our grasp. Coming up for air for a moment our eyes met and we held the gaze in a timeless moment. I pulled the dress up over her head in one swoop, revealing no panties and perky breasts aching to be released from her bra. I lifted her up and sat her on the table and I began to kiss her again on her luscious lips. Continuing down her neck I covertly and slowly unsnap the bra with my fingers and it fell to the floor. Moaning with pleasure, I take her rock hard nipple in my mouth, suckling, nibbling, rolling it around in my mouth, rewarded by her hiss of pleasure. Hearing her whimpers and moans begins to electrify my body. The hardness in my pants throbs and aches for her touch. As she sits on the dungeon style table, an interesting thought enters my mind. Spreading her legs I begin to strap each leg to the table with the leather straps that dangled from it. The straps are not tight, but they give her a firm hold. As she sits with a perplexed look on her face, I can see the smile creep across. I kneel before her and begin to kiss the inner thighs. Slowly running my tongue down towards her sweet spot, but stopping each time before I reach that point. I can feel her thighs contract back and forth with the movements of my tongue. My mouth waters for her delicious looking pussy. With each stroke of my tongue down her leg, I envisioned the many ways I was to devour the sweetness. My tongue traced around her pussy until I finally slide it inside. It is so moist and tender I think to myself as I begin to devour her. Kim moaned in pleasure as she moved her hips with the lashing of my tongue. I promptly suck the clit deep into my mouth, savoring it, tasting it, sucking it. My fingers explore her tenderness as they slide inside her. Dancing wildly, my fingers enjoy themselves while I flick her clit with my tongue. Fire erupts inside her as she bucks and moans harder and faster. I can tell she is fighting to hold still but the whimpers escape while my fingers continue to fuel the flames of her core with light touches, and minute insertions. I look up at her eyes and I can see that it will happen soon when she will release herself to my pleasures. I abruptly stand up and I see the bewilderment in her eyes. No I am not going to let you cum…yet. My lips reach for hers as they lock deep into each other. Savoring her sweet juices our tongues explore deeper into each other as if reaching into each other’s minds. Her body begins to slowly fall back as I guide her. Our lips flay around wildly as we still can’t seem to get enough. My hands interlock with hers until she feels the tightness on her right wrist and her eyes open wide. “What are you doing?” Kim demanded. I walk around the table as she attempts to lift her left hand and I firmly grip it and quickly strap it into the leather mechanism. With all four limbs tied to the table in a spread eagle fashion, I lick my lips and smile. A sparkle of fear crosses her face, but in a moment of weakness I bend down and kissed her tenderly to put her mind at ease. Unzipping my pants, she can see the bulging mass spring forward. I rub my hardness by her breasts and up to her lips as she reaches with all of her might to get a taste and a feel. The hidden desires come alive in her head as I slowly drive my cock deeper down her throat. Slowly but firmly she takes my throbbing hardness, savoring it. My hands grip her head and my fingers run through her hair as I pump my cock in and out of her mouth. I pull my cock out and she gasps for breath like a fish out of water. “Oh fuck, I want more,” she says seductively as she licks her lips. I grin as I begin to nibble on her breasts, making my way to her nipples. Her body arches to meet my lips as I suck the nipples deep and tenderly. The firm intensity of the erect nipples excited me as I whipped my cock up against her leg so she could feel my hardness. My tongue swirls around each erect nipple as I savor them and begin to bite them tenderly at first. I take a mouthful of the breasts and press harder this time on the nipple as I hear gasp out in a pleasurable pain. Her hands clench and try to wrench free of their restraints, but the leather holds her in place firmly. I watch as her stomach moves in a quick and steady rhythm. Her heart beats with fire as I watch a moist drizzle fall from her throbbing pussy. “It looks like someone is excited,” I say eagerly. I move to a position between her legs and run my hands up and down from her toes to the inner thigh. It is ticklish but yet sensual all at the same time. I run my tongue from the inner thigh of each leg up to the sweet spot, being careful not to touch her pulsating pussy. My tongue strolls up to the belly button and back down to the other inner thigh as she pulls again on the restraints, eager for more and wishing she could take it all in right then. I walk over and grab a whip from the wall. “Have you been a good girl today?” I demand. With a pause she gives a non-convincing reply of how she has not been a good girl. I say a little louder this time “have you been a good girl today?” as I take the whip and gently strike across her breasts. It was a soft enough slap of leather against her rising bosom but enough for her to yell “fuck no, I have been a very naughty girl today.” I grin in satisfaction and reply, “well that is good, but I hope that you plan to be even naughtier!” I drop the whip across her belly as a reminder and without warning my lips dive in between her legs. The abruptness of my actions startles her and on impulse, she arches her body again. My tongue penetrates her pussy deeply and with force. “Mmmmmm Kim, you taste so sweet, I must have more of your nectar,” I state as I go back in for more. With me on my knees in front of her naked body I begin to devour her throbbing pussy. My tongue swirls around the clit as I suck it deep inside my mouth, savoring each moment. With seductive nibbles on her clit, I purposefully suck it deeper inside me. My fingers spread her moist lips and begin to play and dance inside her. Running this way and that, she can’t believe the different sensations that are overcoming her body. My face buried deep between her legs and there is nothing she can do, so she begins to let herself loose to my powerful actions. I can feel it mounting. The pleasure about to overwhelm her as I feast on her in a way she has never experienced. Her legs buckle back and forth and begin to rock with my motions as she moans in lust and desire uncontrollably. I immediately stand up and take a step back, pausing to watch her writhing body. Aching for more pleasure, she moans for me to finish her off. “No, you can’t cum yet. Not until I say you can cum. This is the torture room remember?” I grin widely as I see a smile escape her face. Her hair is moist with sweat, and I can feel the veil of lust in the air like a thick fog. I let her catch her breath for a moment as I run my rock hard cock up and down her thighs. Longing to be inside, I can’t seem to take it too much longer as my member finds her moist and most welcoming sweetness. Rubbing the wetness on my cock, I slowly enter. Inch by inch I drive my cock inside. Lightning strikes throughout her body as she takes it all in. Overwhelming desire overcomes her as I begin to drive my cock harder and deeper inside. My fingers begin to rub her clit in anticipation. “Can I cum yet?” she asks. I don’t answer, but my fingers continue at her clit and my cock continues to thrust deep into her soaking cunt. She is not sure whether my silence means that she can cum or not; but her clit is about to explode and my fingers rub ever more gently there. She can feel the orgasm beginning ... and I take my fingers away, then I take my cock out of her. She can feel the wetness flowing down my shaking thighs. Her thoughts began to wander… Did he cum? Or is all that my own juices? She is past caring, all she can think about is the orgasm which still threatens to take over, the need for release, the certainty of punishment if she cums and the terrible desperate need to cum and the fact that this stranger is looking at her, knowing what a state she is in, fingers now pulling and twisting at her nipples, digging in with fingernails, knowing he is pushing her over the edge and daring her to do it, to let go, to explode with pleasure knowing that pain could follow swift and hard. Her voice grows even louder as her body wildly twitches and writhes against the straps and upon the timber torture table. Dozens of sharp needle-like jolts accompany the waves of powerful joy that centered in her belly and radiate outward. Essence flows from her flesh as she soaks my moving hardness as I enter her again. For several moments the pain and pleasure were as one, the sensations overwhelming. Beads of perspiration accumulate on her silky skin despite the coolness of the dungeon. The stale, unmoving air smelled of smoke and sex, more noticeably now as her supple form produced more of her fragrant essence. "Untie me!" she demands, as she feels me swell inside her. I pumped so hard, I scooted her towards the edge of the torture table. Immediately, the leather straps were loosened, and her arms and legs were free to wrap themselves around my pale, hardened body. Her cries of pleasure echoed in the room, along with my demanding howls. I plowed my cock deep inside her as our cries mingled with the hard slapping sounds of sweat laden bodies. Moaning with pleasure, I take her rock hard nipple in my mouth, suckling, nibbling, rolling it around in my mouth, rewarded by her hiss of pleasure. I lay on her body in a slow but methodical movement of my cock thrusting. Her arms and legs intertwined with mine as we rock back and forth on the table. Slowly turning to her side, my cock slips out of her and I begin to ache for more. “Lay down,” she whispers in my ear. I obey like a willing servant as I lay back on the table. She mounts my body as my hands grab her breasts once more. "Keep your hands right there." She demands, then with one hand she holds my cock and guides it into her soaked pussy. Slowly, oh so slowly she impales herself on my rock hard erection while rolling my nipples between her fingers. Fully seated, she leans forward, flicking her tongue on my erect nipples, while slowly grinding her sex into mine. Rocking her body back and forth, and up and down, she begins to take the control that she has been desiring. She was going to cum this time and nothing was going to stop it. Like a secret agent on a clandestine mission, she worked her body like a snake charmer, entrancing me in her movements, entrancing me in her rhythm. Her hands press down firmly into my chest as her body arches and grinds into me. Thrusting harder and faster she feels the mix of pain and pleasure as she rides me like a bucking stallion. Wetness pours down her inner thighs as she begins to lose control of herself. Moaning in anticipated desire, I feel her body lock up in a solid state of reverberating electricity. The sky opens before her eyes revealing pleasurable enlightenment like never before. As the world becomes a blur, she can feel my cock pulsing ever so hard, and then suddenly stop, but only to have it unleash its long awaited anticipation. Solid and forceful thrusts of pumping inside her cause a continued reaction of ecstasy through her body. Sending impulses to each of her nerves through her body as she is overcome with pleasure and excitement. Moments later, in what seemed like a lifetime, she lifts her head from my chest and looks at me in my eyes. I stare back in bewilderment as we both realize that we have had the sexual experience of a lifetime and no words could describe it. I look over at the whips and chains on the wall, and when I look back at her, all she can do is smile in delight. 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