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Owning A Baroness Part III by Dr Nasty
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Owning A Baroness
Part III
by
Dr Nasty
This is an encounter the Baroness dreamed about the night
after her Master returned back to his home.
There was a bank of candles on the mantle, and the aroma
machine was programmed to emit sensuous odor of pure musk. My
nostrils flared as I responded to the aphrodisiac scent. My
lover would be home soon, and I could hardly wait.
I fluffed up my blonde hair and examined my reflection in the
full length mirror. It was a stimulating sight, if I do say
so myself, I wore nothing except a slim-cut silk slip with
spaghetti straps that glided over my sleek curves like a
dream. My boobs shifted enticingly behind the silk as I moved
to dab perfume behind my ears and knees.
And then the telephone rang, sending all my romantic plans
crashing down. "I'm sorry, Baroness but your Master is unable
to return tonight and see you. The weather is being difficult.
I'll be stuck in Pennsylvania for another night. You have
permissin to play with yourself until I can get a flight out
of here". Damn and double damn! I couldn't remember the
last time I'd felt so frustrated. My pussy, which had been
oozing out tiny dribbles of good feeling all day, started to
get ansy. I didn't want to cheat on my lover, but I needed
something and I needed it now! Trembling slightly, I pulled
the slip over my head and stood naked in front of the
full-length mirror.
I looked as if I were burning. My boobs were firm and high,
taut globes ready for action. My nipples were as hard as
pencil points. There was a faint, flush across my chest that
communicated my desire more clearly than words. I touched my
collarbone to feel the heat coming off my skin, and then I
touched my own nipple. And then I was stroking my boobs with
both hands.
Closing my eyes for a moment I concentrated on the tactile
sensations. Fireworks flashed against the dark screen of my
mind, telling me I was dangerously close to losing control. I
opened my eyes and stumbled for the kitchen, as I suddenly
remembered a zucchini with a fascinating shape.
The firm, green vegetable that i selected was roughly the size
and shape of my lover's dick. I rubbed some olive oil into
the glossy peel to shine it up, my fingers simultaneously
testing the firmness. It wasn't my lover's dick but it would
do. And, honestly, there was something wickedly stimulating
about the idea of fucking myself without any help.
I turned toward the bedroom and then back. It's funny how
women tend to be so much less imaginative about masturbating
then they are about screwing. I'd planned on a living room
encounter and a living room encounter I was determined to
have.
My bare skin tingles as I spread myself out on the dark, soft
leather couch. The only light came from the dancing candles on
the mantle, but I could smell pussy musk and French perfume,
in addition to the magic odor coming from the aroma machine.
Each time I inhaled I took another snort of concentrated sex.
Mmmm, that was nice. I'd never had time to pay much attention
to details like that when I was with my Master.
I diddled the zucchini between my tits to warm it up. The
vegetable wasn't the only thing that got warm. My boobs
tingled from the kinky contact, especially when I started
pulling the veggie in and out of my cleavage in a fucking
motion. Shivers of pleasure radiated out from each of my
nipples.
Ooh, I was getting too hot to hold back. Kicking my legs
wise so that one foot wound up propped up on the back of the
couch and the other wound up planted firmly on the carpet. I
slowly moved the zucchini down from my boobs to my pussy.
And then I fucked myself, slowly at first, almost dreamily. I
didn't intend to speed up my self-fucking motions, but
somehow I was doing it. My hand blurred as I screwed myself
faster and faster. My whole body seemed to kick like a wild
pony when I spasmed into an orgasm so powerful that I almost
blacked out.
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