+ Russian Roulette : Load The Chambers +
Nov 13, 2020 19:14:55 GMT -5
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Post by codeapathy on Nov 13, 2020 19:14:55 GMT -5
Take a breath, take it deep
Calm yourself, he says to me
If you play, you play for keeps
Take the gun, and count to three
I'm sweating now, I'm moving slow
No time to think, my turn to go
Swamplands of Louisianna, May 5th 2020
Swamplands of Louisianna, May 5th 2020
“Dere ahead, Gason. Dat lady wait for you. I goes no further dan dis here boat gason. G’on now. Dat dere Magnolia wine...she expectin ya boy. You get now…..”
++The one eyed elderly man tied the pontoon up to the rickety dock and sat back on an old dilapidated folding lawn chair. As Eoin made his way closer to the shack on stilts, the wafting fragrance of the deep swamp, honeysuckle, and orange blossom hit his nostrils. Behind him he could hear the old man playing away on his worn out banjo which sounded just a bit off. The closer he got to the cottage shack the more noticeable the candles and lanterns were. They lined the railings of the porch. He now noticed the paint had begun the peel ages ago. The wooden boards of the clapboard cottage were old but solid. They hadn’t been painted in years. The shutters were open and white chiffon curtains flowed in and out of the opened windows. As he reached the door, he realized there was no door. Instead a beaded curtain behind a mosquito net was there. He pushed himself through to get to the other side to find the large inside thick with the smoke of incense and sage. Candles burned around the area. Essential oils came from all four corners. Initially he didn’t see Liz. Only the glow of candles and could make out a bed that was hanging from the ceiling. There was a bed set up on the floor, with what looked like ropes hanging above it. Yet still no Liz until he heard the sound of a beaded curtain beyond him, clacking as if being moved and saw Liz appear. A barefoot contessa, her hair braided up into an ethereal style and wearing a sheer white dressing gown. She stood, head cocked to the side, eyeing Eoin up and down and smirked++
Elizabeth: Welcome to my parlor….
-Eoin actually took a step back with his eyes widened and his mouth hanging. He hadn’t seen a woman dressed in the way that Liz was before and he was shocked to see the beauty that was before him and was constantly looking at Liz’s body up and down-
Eoin: Oi… You call this a parlor love? That…. Dress is quite lovely.
Elizabeth: I felt that after our little exchange of personal information you had earned the right to see me in a more, personal, light. I take it you like it, Eoin?
-Eoin’s eyes couldn’t stop admiring the body of Liz as much as he could and tried to keep composure-
Elizabeth: If I said I’d like what I see before my eyes, I’m afraid I’d be lying. It's a wonder to me why there aren’t many women looking like you in…
-Eoin looked over at the ropes hanging over the bed-
Elizabeth: A place like this lassy…
Elizabeth: Ah. I see you noticed my toys. Come. Sit……
++She motioned to a hanging chair and grabbed a chilled bottle of Guinness from a nearby table++
-Eoin obliged and walked over to the chair. He sat down on it gingerly making sure he was sitting properly-
Elizabeth: You wouldn’t happen to have another one of those would you?
++She chuckled and handed the ice cold brew to him and smiled++
Elizabeth: Oh that one was for you. I’m drinking a mint julep. See?
++She casually removed a crystal glass from the tray and spun around sitting on Eoin’s lap, taking a long sip++
Elizabeth: It’s a long southern tradition.
-Eoin took the bottle and opened it casually-
Elizabeth: I wouldn’t know what you Yanks would call tradition.
-Eoin too would sip from the cold Guinness-
Elizabeth: Would you care to fill me in on what it is that you call tradition love?
Elizabeth: Mint Juleps. They are a fond tradition of southern ladies. Then again depending on what kind of southern lady you are so is moonshine. But this is just small talk. Let me really get into your brain. You remember our last meeting, yes Eoin?
Elizabeth: How could I forget, love?
Elizabeth: Tell me, when was the last time a woman pleasured you like that? You really seemed to enjoy it far more than I expected….any reason why?
-Eoin took a long sip of his Guinness before thinking to himself for a few moments-
Elizabeth: The last time a bird gave me any sort of enjoyment… Was when I first got my job as a bodyguard for my landlord and his bar underneath my apartment. You could say that it was one of the “perks”. Of being a Irish tough guy keeping people in line and getting “rewarded” for my efforts. Although after the first time it happened, it wasn’t as desiring or something I’d try to continue to do.
-Eoin looked back up at Liz after scanning her body again slowly-
Elizabeth: Now when it came to you… You blew that bitch I shagged out of the water and it was just with your mouth. I challenged you, and you more than exceeded my expectations. And I’m only curious… Were you trying to prove you were up to the challenge of what Mr. Styles proclaims you give the best head to a lad? Or was it just, normal for you?
Elizabeth: That is an average day for me cherie. Unlike most women I love giving head. It was always one of my top selling points. You put a stiff dick in my face and I will be entertained for hours. Besides in your case, my dead husband was a Brit and I never had me an Irishman. I wanted to compare the notes. I can say I am definitely not disappointed. So I imagine the reason you really came is because you had a taste of the icing and now you want to try the whole cake, hmm?
-Eoin smiled at the idea. He rarely did ever smile genuinely-
Elizabeth: I would over pretty much anything after what you gave me beauty.
++She turned, straddling his lap and undid the tie to her dressing gown, letting the material of the chiffon fall off her shoulders exposing her breasts++
Elizabeth: I only have one rule...no holding back. I want it all or nothing. I’m not some slag in a bar. I’m a goddess and expect to be devoured and seduced as such….do we understand?
-Eoins eyes locked onto Liz’s breasts as it was the second time he’s seen them in their full view. He looked up at Liz and listened to her every word before putting the bottle of lager down.-
Elizabeth: I understand you completely love…
-Eoin’s hands reached Liz’s shoulders and ran his fingers down her back only gently pushing her forward so he could meet up and press his lips against her chest and kiss it-
Elizabeth: We’re going to see what you’re made of tonight boyo….
++She slipped her fingers down to the hem of his shirt pulling it quickly over his head and tossing it to the side++
Elizabeth: I always did like a man with a defined chest…..it does my nails justice when I’m scratching them down it……
++She pushed his head back and to the side, sinking her teeth into his neck as her nails grazed down the skin of his chest, digging particularly deep into the pectoral muscles as she whispered++
Elizabeth: I hope you don’t mind that I like it rough….
-Eoin sharply breathes and smirks at the actions of Liz. He brushes his fingers through her hair and down her back sliding his own fingernail up and down Liz’s spine-
Elizabeth: I don’t mind at all lass. As rough as you please…
Elizabeth: Then show me what you came to show me. Take that taste you want so much….
-Eoin would grab the long black hair of Liz and pull her head back popping off his neck. Despite that, Liz’s nails are still deep in Eoin’s pectorals as he delicately cups both breasts, first dragging his thumb nail down each nipple, forcing a gasp from her lips. He toys with her. Kissing from one breast to the other, his hot breath passing across each nipple as he does. Her nails began to relax, dragging down his chest and abdomen. He pulls away slightly and locks eyes with her-
Elizabeth: Your skin is lovely Lizzy. But I think it's time for me to take this cake… And eat it too.
-Eoin hoists Liz up holding her ass up as the gown falls off her upper body completely. Eoin notices some harnesses on a wall and he carries Liz over, as he keeps her breasts in his face. Her milky white orbs bouncing against his mouth and cheeks with every step. Eoin presses Liz against the wall, holding her neck in place as he locks up her wrists to the harness. He unsheathes the gown off Liz completely exposing her body nude in full glory. Eoin takes a moment to take in what he sees from her body now. After which, he looked into her eyes-
Elizabeth: I feel it's only fair I return what you gave me love.
-Eoin knelt down and started licking and kissing Liz’s exposed, well manicured pussy. Closing his eyes and almost humming to himself, Eoin was enjoying the sweetness of Liz's juices, this was partially helped by the fact Liz was already wet around her lips. Eoin went in at first licking up and down on Liz, flicking his tongue against the pink flesh of her outer walls, but quickly started rolling his tongue inside her pussy, embracing the warmth and hotness of Liz's warm wet cunt. As Eoin continued he kept going deeper with his tongue pressing his face between Liz's thighs even hiking up her legs onto his back so he can eat her more efficiently-
Elizabeth: I do love it when a man enjoys his meal…..
++She moaned and tugged against the restraints, using them as leverage to push onto his tongue and grinds against his face. Using her leg draped over his shoulder she pulled him into her, pushing his tongue deeper inside forcing her body to shudder and her head to press back against the wood of the restraint as she tugged harder at the leather straps bound around her wrists, the metal of the clasps jangling every time his tongue swept across her swollen clit causing her body to jerk and shiver++
-Eoin would take one long lick of Liz’s clit before reaching back up to meet her face-
Elizabeth: I do enjoy it lass… But there is more I want from you.
-Eoin then grabbed Liz’s neck quite hard, holding her in place as her feet dropped to the floor and he undid the restraints. He gripped her hair and led her to the nearside bed and throwing her down, Eoin would raise only one of Liz’s legs before unzipping and unbuttoning his pants with one hand and exposing his dick and rubbing it slowly against Liz’s wet walls-
Elizabeth: I want to hear you scream…..
-Eoin kicked his jeans to the floor, hooking his thumbs in the band of his boxer briefs and peeled them off, he leaned in pressing his member against her aching pussy. She arched her back, gripping the sheets in sweet anticipation. He rested one leg on his shoulder as he took his sweet time slipping inside her, sending shivers down her body as she whimpered and gasped-
Elizabeth: Such a perfect fit. So thick and swollen. Show me what you're made of. Make it count.
-He leaned forward, gripping her delicate throat and squeezed as he thrust deep, digging the head of his dick into the very bottom. She cried out at the sensation of pain and bit her lower lip as the endorphins began rushing through her body. Holding her down he continued his assault, using his free hand to rub her aching clit with his thumb as he drilled down into her. She hooked her leg behind his head, using his strong neck as leverage, pulling herself into him. Her tits swayed and bounced with every thrust. He gritted his teeth as he grunted with each stroke, watching her eyes and the expression on her face. Earnestly awaiting the scream he wanted to hear so much. He leaned in close, pressing his thumb harder unto her clit and came to face with her-
Elizabeth: Had enough lass?
Elizabeth: More….
Elizabeth: So be it…
-Her voice was gutteral and gruff. A tinge of desperation and need dripping from her words. He released her neck and gripped both legs, bending them back over her and using his leg strength to hover over, pounding down into her, one hand gripping the headboard the other gripping her face, watching as she cried out and winced with every motion down into her. She began to pant and claw at his legs and thighs, squeezing and digging her nails in to find release and mercy-
Elizabeth: Christ… How’s THIS for ya you French whore?!
++She lurched forward, swiping a hand fast against his face and gripping it, digging her nails in. Her eyes grew wide and wild as she almost seemingly hissed into his face, suppressing the moans and cries to taunt him++
Elizabeth: More…..MORE
-Eoin grasps her legs pounding down into her without mercy. With each motion an audible clap sound as his balls slapped against her. The bed began to pound with each consecutive thrust, the head board slapping against the wall of the shack, the feet of the bed grinding into the old floor boards. Hey body almost contorted backwards as he kept driving down into her, watching he fight against the inevitable.
Elizabeth: I ain’t stoppin’ till I make you fuckin cum!! Give me what I want girl.
++Her hand slipped, wrapping around his neck. Her stiletto nails digging deep causing the skin to redden and swell under the pressure. The very tips cutting the skin. Her teeth gritted and her eyes never moving away from his as she took every thrust. She was seething with delirious passion and painful pleasure. Eoin adjusted himself just a little and her head whipped back and her back began to arch. Sensing he had hit the right spot he continued, harder and harder until her body began to bend and lift like an exorcism++
Elizabeth: Oh… Your close aren’t ya lass? I can feel your walls closing… Go ahead try and choke me out...it'll just make me go harder on ye. You're going to scream like a fuckin' banshee tonight girl...
-Eoin would continue to pound hard into Liz as he sees her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her pussy red and beaten, throbbing with both the pain of his ravaging her and the pleasure of feeling his dick so deep she could feel it in her soul. Her hand quickly dropped from his throat, a trickle of blood coming from the wounds she made. Her nails snatched onto the satin sheets and she howled out, screaming as her body began to writhe and trembled. Her womanhood clasping tight around him as the wave of orgasm after orgasm flowed through her. She began screaming out in French, calling out his name in that accent-
Elizabeth: Ach! Liz!!!!
-His hands would clutch onto her legs as he would explode into orgasm deep into her, thrusting after each shot and panting loudly. Her body crumpled down to the bed as she writhed and panted. Both bodies covered in sweat in the Louisiana heat. She drug her own nails down her chest as Eoin collapsed beside her with a grunt. The back of her head buried in the pillow as her chest heaved her body tingling and numb. She reached over to the side table picking up a blunt and fired up, inhaling deep. She turned to him and took another hit as she draped her leg over his lap and abdomen, smirking-
Elizabeth: Tell me Eoin, was I satisfactory mon ami?
-Eoin still panting looked over at Liz like a man dying of thirst-
Elizabeth: Bloody hell you were lass. That was so fucking good. Taking you to a level I don’t think you’ve been too in a long time, and making you my own personal whore, making love to you the way I did, is an experience only one could imagine. Like sure someone could fuck another, but fuckin you? And making ya cum like that? There is nothing that matches that.
++She rolled towards him, taking another hit and draping her arm across his chest. She noticed his neck was still bleeding from her nails and she leaned in, wicking up the blood with the tip of her tongue++
Elizabeth: Very good. So I can count on your continued...assistance, yes?
Elizabeth: Oh you can count on me for anything lass.
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