A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening
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				Title: <strong>A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 19:27:15</strong>
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				Harriet Darling was a woman who liked everything done just right.&nbsp; She wasn't exactly strict, but she expected things done in a certain way and those who knew her, did as they were told.&nbsp; She was the lady of the house, a woman who made sure the place was tidy and elegant, a place of art and literature, of comfort and luxury.&nbsp; She enjoyed the life she shared with her husband, a demanding man, but she loved him.&nbsp; She made sure the house was always as he liked it.&nbsp; Today it was even more important that house looked perfect.&nbsp; The weekend was one of their 'fun weekends'.&nbsp; They had invited five couples from their guest list and had quickly received replies to say they were all coming.&nbsp; Their guests rarely declined an invitation.&nbsp; They were due between 4pm and 6pm, it was almost 1pm now.<br><br>The house slaves had their orders, they knew better than to argue with the Mistress, she wasn't the strict Domme, but they respected her and enjoyed their time with her.&nbsp; The Master was a different matter, everyone in the household was a little nervous around him.&nbsp; Hatti knew what he liked and she was a good go between for him and the staff.&nbsp; The caterers were due in at 5 to prepare dinner.&nbsp; It would be served at 8pm and then they might have some demonstrations, it depended what the Master felt like doing.&nbsp; <br><br>The caterers were expensive and discreet.&nbsp; Everyone who worked at or for the Darlings was discreet.&nbsp; Hatti knew they were all vetted closely before being let into their lives.&nbsp; The house would be warm and welcoming, the suites all ready.&nbsp; She had everything under control.&nbsp; Next was to bathe, she needed to make sure she was shaved and clean.&nbsp; She would then see if Michael wanted to chose her clothes, or if he would allow her to chose tonight.&nbsp; He sometimes liked to select her clothes.&nbsp; Tonight would be a very laid back evening, a fun dinner with friends, a chance to see if there was any chemistry between them, she liked to see what Doms were around the table.&nbsp; <br><br>After dinner there would be a time of chatting and relaxing.&nbsp; Then sometimes Master organised demonstrations.&nbsp; She hadn't heard if he had anything planned, he had had to rush off to deal with some problems at the office earlier and she hadn't spoken to him since last night.&nbsp; She was sure he would be home soon.&nbsp; But for now she needed a bath.&nbsp; She stood on the bottom step of the grand staircase that swept around the foyer.&nbsp; The entrance hall shone, the marble gleaming in the sun light.&nbsp; There were fresh flowers all over the house, adding scent and color.&nbsp; She loved flowers, especially roses.<br><br>Walking upstairs she headed to the Master bedroom.&nbsp; The bed was huge, big enough for 6 if not more people.&nbsp; She often felt dwarfed in it.&nbsp; But Michael enjoyed sleeping in it.&nbsp; &nbsp;The bathroom was huge, a sheer wall of frosted glass made it light and airy.&nbsp; The bath was a deep, sunken one, and she dropped her clothes into the laundry as she made her way across the marble floor.&nbsp; She ran the bath, adding some exotic scented bath oil.&nbsp; When it was deep enough she stepped in, sighing happily, looking forward to the evening and then the weekend. She wondered if Michael would be in the mood for a quickie when he got in, she knew he enjoyed it after work.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and laid back, enjoying a moment of peace before the madness of the weekend.<br><br>(OOC: Ok folks, feel free to post your folks getting ready for the weekend, expectations etc.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 08:54:55</strong>
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				Tommy Kruger despite what his agent would say was actually a very simple man. Get past the porn movies, the glamor of the adult industry, the scripts and the signings and whatever- underneath it all it didn't take much to make him happy. The roads were well paved, they always were in this part of the country. The rich-people-who-want-to-have-their-own-castles part of the country. Which was okay with him, really. He wasn't successful enough to live there himself but really, he'd miss the city if he did.<br><br>It did make for part two of this great day however, the riding. Getting the Harley was a dream since he was old enough to appreciate engines and the Harley Softail was running like a dream. A dream going about 8 MPH above the speed limit at the moment granted but a dream none the less. Yeah, he gave his bike a Headless Horseman theme down to Jack-O-Lantern helmets for the riders. And of course a Vibe-Rider installed into the back seat for when he has a female passenger. Miles of Smiles, indeed.<br><br>What really made it perfect was the passenger in the bitch seat. Dana Venice, sweet little Dana Venice. Well, "sweet little" may be the wrong words to use- but "his woman" would be accurate. His favorite woman riding behind him and holding on tight to him as they ride "Gunsmoke" across the roads.<br><br>They technically didn't have to leave the shared apartment for hours yet- but a ride before the party sounded so fun they went for it anyway. Tommy smiles under the helmut- his bike, a good road, and his woman holding on tight. It was a good life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 19:46:57</strong>
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				Dana's arms were wrapped tightly around Tommy, her tattoos peeking out from underneath her leather jacket's black sleeves. The countryside flew by in the periphery of her vision, her boyfriend's burly back obscuring most of her sight as she hugged him tightly - not that she felt the urge to complain about that. The sun's heat beat down on them, its merciless strength mitigated by the cool wind whipping into the crevices of her clothing.&nbsp; Her messenger bag rocked gently on her back - a few changes of clothes, toiletries, a few naughty things (but Hatti had such a large collection of those already!) - oh, this was going to be a fun party indeed.<br><br>Given her druthers, Dana would have preferred a car, with its air conditioning and safety features, but Tommy had found a fairly cheap way to silence her objections. Dana squirmed happily over the vibrating seat, her long nails digging into his jacket, her toes curling in their high heels. The faster he went, the faster it buzzed; at this point, she'd be willing to pay the speeding ticket herself. God, this was dumb and dangerous but so much fun! Most things were, with Tommy around. He had a sense of reckless - almost callous - enjoyment that never failed to drag her along. She smiled under her helmet. Life was so much better with him around.<br><br>Dana squeezed Tommy tightly with one arm; the other hand slid down to his upper thigh, long nails digging into his pants. Distracting the driver was a terrible idea, but at this point, she just couldn't help herself.<br><br>-------------<br><br>Emma hummed tunelessly as she worked. "You're so <em>good</em> at household things!" her friend Kellie had told her once, gazing admiringly on a leather jacket Emma had restored to suppleness. "I'd <em>never</em> have figured out how to do that!" Emma had shrugged, a bit embarrassed to admit how she'd learned about neatsfoot oil and its ability to keep leather like new. The lithe blonde co-ed sat cross-legged and stark-naked on the table, a leather riding crop in hand, oiling it lightly. This was a popular item; it would doubtless see use this weekend, probably on Emma herself, so its good maintenance was imperative. A growing array of freshly oiled whips, leather cuffs, gloves, boots, and other leather BDSM gear lay on the table next to her, the finished products of her afternoon's work.<br><br>By now the movements of her task were automatic; Emma cast her eyes around the dungeon as she worked. Each dangling rope, glinting set of metal cuffs, and locked cabinet full of debauched implements inspired fond memories. Since her enslavement two years ago, she'd spent innumerable nights down here, moaning in orgasm and bawling in pain, earning an education in the erotic from the Darlings and their guests. Whenever her friends gossiped about their sex lives, Emma gave a polite little smile and stayed quiet, unwilling (and unable, by her owners' orders) to reveal how she spent her time outside school. She'd developed a reputation for chastity as a result, which she found hilarious.<br><br>She put the whip down and picked up a leather corset. This would be a little trickier. She rubbed the oily cloth over its curves tenderly, imagining them fitting over Mistress' breasts. A little shiver of glee ran down her spine. Oh, Mistress looked so good in this. Emma loved both Master and Mistress and felt a deep affection for her fellow slaves, Kris and Lex, but it had been Mistress who had offered her a place in the house, and so Emma held a bit of extra loyalty in her heart for Harriet Darling, though since Mistress often submitted to Master it didn't matter much anyway. What a wonderful and terrifying night that had been, when she'd accepted - the long, sweet kiss from Mistress in the warm darkness of the gardens, then her presentation to Master, no longer as an employee (though she was still listed as such on tax returns and the like) but as a slave and a toy, then her first visit to the dungeon.<br><br>Emma clutched the corset to herself lovingly, looking around the room again. Master and Mistress had forged her sexuality here; they had loved her and hurt her, broken her and remade her. Tonight - this weekend - would be so much fun. Ah! The things they would do!<br><br>She shook her head. A good slave couldn't spend all her time daydreaming. She resumed her work with a passion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 13:54:03</strong>
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				Trina stood in the kitchen surveying the mess the caterers were creating.&nbsp; She knew they were the best but did they really have to make such a mess everywhere?&nbsp; All the worktops were covered in their clutter and voices shouted issuing orders and directing the various staff.&nbsp; She shook her head, knowing they would leave it as they found it.&nbsp; Spotless.&nbsp; She had plenty of other things to do before the guests arrived.&nbsp; Trina was the maid, housekeeper and overseer of the house for the Darlings.&nbsp; She lived in a lovely room, and had a life she wouldn't have had anywhere else.&nbsp; She also enjoyed the sex life she was lucky to have.&nbsp; Especially with a family like the Darlings.&nbsp; Of course when the children were home from school she looked after them as well, which was no hardship as they were great kids.<br><br>Walking through the grand hall the scent of the flowers hung in the air, making everything smell fresh and wonderful.&nbsp; The floors gleamed and the bedrooms were ready for the guests.&nbsp; Cleaning crews had been in all week and the house was ready for the weekend.&nbsp; As was she.&nbsp; The house slaves, great girls who she enjoyed immensely were in the dungeon and playroom cleaning and preparing the equipment there.&nbsp; She was just doing a final check before she would shower and dress in her little outfit for the greeting.&nbsp; Master had selected it, and as usual it was a maids outfit that left little to the imagination.&nbsp; She giggled, she loved her job.<br><br>Once she was showered she dried her hair and pulled it back, making sure the ponytail was well secured.&nbsp; She then applied a little make up to her eyes, she never wore much, just enough to bring her eyes out and to enhance her features.&nbsp; Then she stood, checking herself over in the full length mirror in her room.&nbsp; She looked good, her breasts we rent as large as Mrs Darlings, but they had a good shape to them.&nbsp; She still had a couple of bruises, fading now, but they were just about visible.&nbsp; She loved to be left with bruises, it reminded her of her place here.&nbsp; The stockings were sheer and expensive, and had wide lacy tops, holding themselves up.&nbsp; No panties tonight, she would be revealing herself as she moved among the guests.&nbsp; The skirt was tiny, barely covering her rounded butt cheeks, the top tight, pushing her boobs over the top and shaping them up in offering.&nbsp; The little white apron and cap just finished off the outfit.&nbsp; Her shoes were black patent and 5 inch heels.&nbsp; But she was used to heels now, she wore them all the time.&nbsp; <br><br>When she was dressed she returned down stairs, making sure there was enough champagne on ice to greet them and nibbles were out and about.&nbsp; She would need Kris here to show guests to their suites.&nbsp; Yes, the evening was going to be a good start to the weekend.&nbsp; She couldn't wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 17:15:13</strong>
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				Raymond slowly circled the man, his left hand out and relaxed with the palm pointed to his opponent. The other man simply observed, turning as Raymond did so, taking in the stance and slight muscles tenses of his movement. He knew Raymond well, and therefore had a better understanding of what to look for before the strike, but he had to admit his student was getting better at hiding his intent.<br><br>The man quickly, yet casually raised an arm to block Raymond’s kick, then moved in to counter, but realized that his student not only moved out of distance but also out of his direct line as well. It was such a pleasure to see them learn over time. The man smoothly slid to the side that Raymond retreated to and swept his legs out from him, landing Ray into a heap on his back. <br><br>To his credit, Raymond was back up and guarded before his teacher could capitalize further. “Good!” the man said, moving a few steps back and smiling “Very good! Keep your mind open to all possible lines of attack, though. What we do in life is rarely linear. Even an arrow must succumb to the wind!”. With a nod and an exhausted smile, Raymond bowed to his teacher deeply before standing “So, same time Monday Mr. Chan?” The man nodded, still eyeing Raymond. “It’s a shame you started so late, Raymond…you would have been special. Right now, not so much” He chuckled and threw the towel at Raymond as a surprise, but Raymond caught it easily. <em>’Fool me once, ya mean bastard!</em> he thought before showed his teacher out.<br><br>He watched the older man go, thinking on his words. His pride reared its ugly head, and he felt the urge to shout that he was great, but doused the fire with a slow easy breath. “Humility…” he whispered to himself. It was the hardest thing to find within him. His greatest enemy was the pride within himself. How else could he have taken the reins of Jacob Industries? How else could he have helped strong-arm relationships to bring them into the future? There was no seat for humility in the boardroom!<br><br>Besides, he was convinced that the only reason the guy got him down, was because he was thinking of the weekend ahead. Mike and Harri had invited him over for the weekend, and it would be a nice change of pace from his usual outings. He had no current significant other, mainly because it was hard to find someone to trust. Even though he kept his face out of the tabloids, the women that excited him were predators, and knew his face on sight. They’d angle for his money or favor without them even realizing it, so he just had to work with chicks who thought he was a sports star. He always went with it, since it was usually a promise of pussy in it for him, anyway. How could you explain market share to a ditzy chick who wanted nothing more than to suck your cock as you drove? You don’t.<br><br>After a shower, he got dressed in a lazy ensemble of comfortable beige dress pants, tank top t-shirt, and an unbuttoned melon green Tommy Bahama shirt. He chuckled at himself in the mirror, and then shrugged. What were the weekends for if you couldn’t look like an idiot from time to time? He grabbed the carry-on bag he packed, thinking he’d need a few extra clothes in case he fell off a horse…again. He was more into four wheels anyway, the proof found in his garage that housed his modest DB9 (http://photos.leftlanenews.com/photos/cars/aston-martin/big-images/aston-martin-db9-10_620.jpg). <br><br><hr>The drive from the city was pleasant, his early start got him through the later traffic horrors on his side of town. Of course, a pleasant drive usually meant a tachometer close to the red and very angry drivers behind him, but he was taking it easy today. Only about 90 while on the highway, and then a slow crawl through the hills. He had to smile. The Darlings had pristine land, and Raymond couldn't help but be a little envious. There was money, and there was wealth, but not many people he knew were pure liquid. It was nice to have something to aspire to. People like him needed a rabbit to chase.<br><br>The gate was opened as he arrived. Security knew his car and face by now, and he threw them a salute as he drive past. He was early, but he wanted to catch up with the Darlings before their little soiree. After parking, he walked to a side entrance of the house usually reserved for those working the grounds. To him it was just an easier way to get into the house. "Hello...Avon calling" He said with a smirk.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 03:37:20</strong>
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				Emma padded into the master bedroom on bare feet, having come up from the basement by secluded stairs and halls that would prevent the caterers from catching a glimpse of her nudity. The blonde knew Master and Mistress did not mind - and often required - her exhibitionism, but she still felt a touch dismayed by the idea of being seen by outside help - after all, one could never be <em>absolutely</em> certain of their silence, she thought primly.<br><br>She put Mistress' corset away where it belonged, then moved toward the bathroom, taking care to make enough noise in approaching as to not surprise Mistress. She knocked gently on the doorframe and knelt in the doorway, her hands behind her back, her knees wide apart.<br>"Good afternoon, Mistress," Emma said, her voice soft and reverential. "I'm sorry to interrupt your bath. May I ask what you wish me to wear tonight?"
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 07:49:50</strong>
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				Oh this was a bad idea, intellectually there was no other way to describe it but an incredibly bad idea. An awful, low down, idiotic idea that should burn forever in the pit of poor judgment. But then again, this wasn't exactly the best time for good ideas in the first place, wasn't it?<br><br>Grabbing her hand, he moves it closer to his crotch with a wicked smile under his helmet- considering if he wants to pull off to the side of the road. They'd definitely have time. Heh, of course- staying on the road may be more fun.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 12:51:25</strong>
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				<em>Trina the maid, addressing Raymond</em><br><br>Trina was back in the dining room making sure the large table was set correctly.&nbsp; She was wearing her uniform and enjoying the appreciative looks from the caterers.&nbsp; <em>"Hello...Avon calling"</em> Made her glance round and a slight smile play with the edges of her mouth.&nbsp; She stood and walked from the dining room towards the side door, past the kitchen.&nbsp; "Mr. Raymond Sir, you're a little bit early, Mistress isnt dressed yet, but come on in, I am sure I can offer you something to keep you entertained.&nbsp; Champagne or something stronger?" she asked him, her eyes running over his clothing.&nbsp; She knew he was not usually one of the regular guests to a weekend, had anyone warned him what to expect she wondered?&nbsp; Mind, her outfit wasnt exactly the norm for what he saw her in.<br><br>~~~~<br><br><em>Harri, Master bedroom, Emma</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good afternoon, Mistress," Emma said, her voice soft and reverential. "I'm sorry to interrupt your bath. May I ask what you wish me to wear tonight?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Harri turned and smiled at the girl, her eyes feasting on her nakedness, "my dear Emma, you look edible" she said to her, "come and get in the bath with me, I need my back washed." She told her, moving forward in the huge bath.&nbsp; "Then we will discuss how your tasks have gone and decide what you should wear.&nbsp; Have you anything in mind?" she asked her, knowing the girl sometimes had a good idea for the sexy little outfit she and her sister slave would wear.&nbsp; "And have you seen Kris?" she asked, thinking about the house boi.&nbsp; "I really dont want to have to punish him again."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 13:44:35</strong>
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				<em>Raymond and Trina, the maid</em><br><br>Raymond shuffled into the house with his bag and heard Trina talk to him about being early. He was busy making sure the bag he had didn’t ruin the glass in the door to look up at her. “Oh, hey Trina. Yeah, I know I’m early. I just thought I could shoot the breeze with the Darlings before everything started. They invite me over here for a weekend, but didn't tell me what to bring to wear, so I just got a small assortment of…”&nbsp; Once he was adjusted, he had finally had a chance to look at the maid. <br><br>“things…oh…okay…ummm how are you?” he asked, his mind furiously trying to understand why she was dressed like a porno maid. Judging from the slight tug in his pants, he assumed that someone in the room didn’t mind, but it was getting harder to think “Someone stronger, I mean something stronger! How about a rum coke for now. Easy on the coke. Please.” His eyes kept trying to travel along her body, but his better judgment was still intact, and he tried his very best to keep professional, despite having no clue what was going on.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 14:06:17</strong>
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				<em>Trina the maid, with Raymond in the dining room</em><br><br>"Lets go into the small sitting room" she suggested, leading him from the dinning room into the smaller, more cosy sitting room.&nbsp; The furniture was white leather and the view looked over the back, across to the small ornimental lake.&nbsp; She walked to the cabinet and bent down, knowing he would get a very good view of what she had to offer.&nbsp; She selected one of the finest crystal tumblers and then put a couple of ice cubes from the silver ice bucket into the glass, pouring a hefty amount of rum and then topping it with coke.&nbsp; She handed it to him, "I'm guessing you havent got much idea about the actual weekend?" she asked him, gesturing him to sit down on one of the sofas.
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 15:09:55</strong>
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				<em>Raymond and Trina – Dining Room to the Sitting Room</em><br><br>Raymond nodded at her suggestion to go to the sitting room. A place to sit down would be in order, he <br>thought. The surprise he should have expected, however, had still blind-sided him. He was able to see the very bottom of Trina’s ass cheeks rolling along her short skirt. He literally followed her ass into the sitting room, and banged his bag against a leather couch as he did it. “Whoops…heh. I’ll just…” He said, as he placed the bag off to the side. By the time he looked up, he was able to see Trina’s squeezed peach of a pussy, clear as day. He flexed his hands, but his eyes wouldn’t stray away. <br><br>He was saved by Trina’s move upright, and discretely adjusted himself as she made his drink. He was feeling uncomfortable, confused, and very aroused. He took the drink from her and sat on the loveseat. He downed half of the drink before he answered her question, then blew slowly out as the burn coursed through his body. He looked up at Trina and rose an eyebrow “No Trina, I don’t believe anyone told me the weekend had a certain theme to it. Maybe you can help me with that? Oh, and nice shoes” <em>’wanna fuck?’</em> his mind filled for him with a slight inner chuckle, he pointed at the heels that she had on. They really were nice, but he was really trying to draw attention away from her overall lack of clothing. Trying hard.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 15:23:00</strong>
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				<em>Trina &amp; Raymond, small sitting room</em><br><br>Trina smiled at him and sat next to him, careful not to make him anymore aroused.&nbsp; She wasn't blind and could see the way he was feeling.&nbsp; “Well, Master and Mistress have some rather selective friends who have certain tastes in thing.” She explained, “like sex and well, the whole package really.” She sighed, this wasn't going to be easy, “Ok, do you know anything about BDSM? Or Masters and slaves?” she asked him, crossing her right leg over her left.&nbsp; “You see, this weekend the guests coming are all into the same things.&nbsp; There will be some demonstrations, some wife swapping, lots of fucking and the dungeon will be in use” she giggled, “you haven't got a clue Ray, you wait, I think you will receive a real education this weekend.” She giggled, giving him a quick peek on the cheek, “so, ask me questions, they will be easier to answer.”
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 15:45:11</strong>
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				<em>Raymond &amp; Trina, small sitting room</em><br><br>Though it could be a little difficult to see him blush, the sudden rush to his face was clearly evident. He was having this conversation now? This was worse than his father trying to talk to him about the birds and bees when he entered high school! “Ummm…just as porn references, really. I never really watched them. The whole leather, and…everything.” He kept his eyes on her as she crossed her legs, working hard to wrap his mind around what she was telling him. So…everyone’s just going to get their freak on here…like that movie?” He furrowed his brow trying to think and nodded to himself as it came to him “Like Eyes Wide Shut? Seriously!?”<br><br>He noticed that last word came out a little loud, and forcibly quieted himself down again. “So that makes you, what? The appetizer?” He laughed nervously and finished his drink.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 20:07:36</strong>
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				<em>Jake &amp; Jazz, in Truck driving to the Estate</em><br><br><br>They’d been on the road for a couple of hours.&nbsp; Jazz was sitting in the center of Jake’s three-quarter ton truck as they sped down the highway.&nbsp; Since they lived so far out, it was a fair drive anywhere.&nbsp; Plus on this occasion they had to drive because they were pulling the horse trailer.<br><br>She could have sat in the regular passenger seat, but she wanted the closeness of her husband. So she chose the middle with her head leaning on his shoulder.&nbsp; He’d been extra sweet to her lately.&nbsp; He always treated her like a queen, but since the news of her pregnancy she caught him looking at her more, holding her hand and giving it a tiny squeeze and then kissing her knuckles for no particular reason.&nbsp; So naturally she had a dreamy grin on her face&nbsp; most of the time.<br><br>Her nervousness over this weekend was still there below the surface.&nbsp; Jake had offered to cancel if she wanted.&nbsp; Just knowing he would was enough.&nbsp; But she wanted to make him happy and this was a part of him, something he’d wanted to share with her.&nbsp; <br><br>Over the last week she’d imagined all sorts of bizarre things as to just what people would do at such a weekend.&nbsp; She’d even had a few dreams about it.&nbsp; Jake had insisted on packing there bags and she was certain there were going to be several surprises to come.&nbsp; But she also trusted him.<br><br>With that thought, she pushed all the others away and snuggled closer to him placing a kiss on his cheek.&nbsp; “You don’t think they’ll be disappointed in my inexperience do you?”&nbsp; She asked knowing when they arrived she might not have as much time to ask questions.&nbsp; Dropping a hand to his thigh, Jazz rubbed it against his jeans.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 23:28:17</strong>
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				Jake has his arm around his wife and he had to admit he was happy.. hell he was more then happy he kissed the top of her head and lifted his hand to stroke her neck.. it was bare at now .... he smiled.. "Darlin" he said wanting to make certain she would remember the term he was going to be using this weekend. "Open the glove box and take a look what I picked up for you and for this weekend..." when she did what he said he smiled.. he had placed these in there before leaving as a surprise for her.<br><br>The Kollar and Wrist Cuff where out in the open..... <br>(http://www.pleasureparadox.com/Kevin5/images/K-S0001.jpg)<br><br>The Suspender Leather Teddy was very tiny and he was certain it would fit her like a glove..&nbsp; he then told her to reach under the seat...<br>(http://www.girlfriendslingerie.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/l2156.jpg)<br><br>when she did he smiled as her fingers found and pulled out ...5" Cuffed Knee BT<br>(http://www.sinfulshoes.com/ProductImages/displays/seduce-2013.jpg)<br><br>He smiled as she pulled each of the items out and looked at him.... "I had it all made special .. just for you..." he told her to hand him the Kollar and on it was written. 'Darlin property of SIR 'JC&nbsp; inside was lined with soft fur.... and it was just like the one they had been practicing with but more fancy... as they drove he told her.. " Darlin why don't we arrive in style.." he handed her the Kollar and pointed at the Teddy and New boots.. " Go ahead and put it all on... " he could have done this at the house.. but he wanted to test her... stripping and doing this while he drove would be one hell of a test. It did not hurt as also that her hand on his thigh had got his blood pumping and he was really looking forward to the look of lust the men.. (and some of the woman) would have seeing his wife step out of the truck dressed to fuck.<br><br>A part of him wondered if he should feel bad about that, but he also know BOTH of them had talked over what was going to happen or could happen so why sugar coat it.. in for a dime in for a dollar his daddy used to say and he was in for as much as he could afford this weekend. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 00:30:11</strong>
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				<em>Jake &amp; Jazz, in Truck driving to the Estate</em><br><br>A smile played on her lips when Jake told her to open the glove box.&nbsp; He liked to give her little gifts and she suspected this was something around those lines.&nbsp; When she pulled out the two leather items, her brow furrowed but she didn’t let the smile fade.&nbsp; It wasn’t what she was expecting,&nbsp; but Jazz also wasn’t completely surprised.&nbsp; She blushed a little when she read the inscription.&nbsp; At this point she smiled broader, knowing it had been hard for him the last few years to keep this side of him hidden, but now he wanted to share it with her.<br><br>With the Teddy, she held it up and tried to figure out just what is was.&nbsp; Her brow furrowed slightly.&nbsp; &nbsp; She twisted it and them realized she was holding it upside down.&nbsp; When she finally got the full picture, she thought about how <em> little </em> it covered.&nbsp; She leaned over and checked to see if there was another piece.&nbsp; ‘Nothing’&nbsp; “Ohh..”&nbsp; Jazz said softly biting her lip.&nbsp; <br><br>Under the seat was the rest of the ensemble.&nbsp; The heels were higher than she had ever worn.&nbsp; But the grin on Jake’s face was enough to tell her he was anticipating seeing her in it.&nbsp; <br><br>“Here?”&nbsp; She asked but knew the answer to her question before she even finished it.&nbsp; Yep, here.&nbsp; He wanted to watch her change right here in the Truck.&nbsp; Swallowing hard, Jazz began by unzipping the back of her dress.&nbsp; He had asked her to wear nothing under it.&nbsp; It wasn’t a time of day where there was much traffic, but still…”<br><br>With another dry swallow Jazz slipped the dress over her head, revealing her naked body.&nbsp; She felt vulnerable, yet with the knowledge that this was something he’d orchestrated, she knew he had probably anticipated it for sometime.&nbsp; Carefully she pulled the garment on, although it took some squirming as she tried to be discreet.&nbsp; But before she’d gotten her breasts covered, a convoy of big rigs came by and there were several horn honks.&nbsp; It barely covered, but that was probably the whole idea.<br><br>Next she slipped into the boots on.&nbsp; The Kollar and <em> especially </em> the cuffs were stared at for a while before she started fastening them.&nbsp; Biting her bottom lip, she finally gazed back at her husband.&nbsp; “Does it meet with your approval, sir?”&nbsp; She asked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 00:39:23</strong>
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				~Jake and Jazz the the truck for now~<br><br>Jake checked his mirrors left right then rear and then he slowed and turned gripping her Kollar he turned her head and kissed her.. it was full of heat and passion and then he was looking back at the road.. "Do that answer your question" he chuckled.. "You do not have to wear the wrist cuffs just yet.... the Teddy Boots and Kollar should be more then enough to turn more then one head.." his hand moved around and into the teddy... finding one of her nipples he toyed with it.... "Jasmia " he said using her wife name.. her full name... " thank you for doing this again.. and thank you for putting on the teddy the boots and the kollar and cuffs.." then he tweaked her nipple.. "BUT when you are told to do something by SIR you do not say 'Here' you do it..." he then rubbed the nipple he had tweaked.. knowing she loved having her nipple's played with so though the tweak was a punishment it was a pleasant one.. "Is that understood 'Darlin?'"<br><br>They were close now he saw the off ramp and knew in about twenty more minutes they would be there...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 00:55:02</strong>
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				<br>She kissed him back, sighing into his mouth.&nbsp; Her attention was split at first, worrying about the road and responding to the desire she felt in his kiss.&nbsp; Her head bowed with a scarlet twinge racing across her cheeks.&nbsp; He wanted to show her off, wanted to be certain others desired her, yet show them she belonged to him.&nbsp; The very thought heated her core and began to make her wet inside.<br><br>Jazz let out a soft whimper, her eyes slamming shut as he touched her nipple.&nbsp; They were even more sensitive than usual.&nbsp; And though she knew it was partly a form of discipline, it also gave some pleasure.<br><br>“I’m sorry Ja…&nbsp; SIR.”&nbsp; She swiftly corrected herself.&nbsp; Then she added a nod that she knew she now needed to play the role he had asked her for the weekend.&nbsp; “May I touch you?”&nbsp; She asked, her voice a little shaky. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 01:35:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Raymond &amp; Trina, small sitting room</em><br><br>Though it could be a little difficult to see him blush, the sudden rush to his face was clearly evident. He was having this conversation now? This was worse than his father trying to talk to him about the birds and bees when he entered high school! “Ummm…just as porn references, really. I never really watched them. The whole leather, and…everything.” He kept his eyes on her as she crossed her legs, working hard to wrap his mind around what she was telling him. So…everyone’s just going to get their freak on here…like that movie?” He furrowed his brow trying to think and nodded to himself as it came to him “Like Eyes Wide Shut? Seriously!?”<br><br>He noticed that last word came out a little loud, and forcibly quieted himself down again. “So that makes you, what? The appetizer?” He laughed nervously and finished his drink.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Appetizer! That made her chuckle, and she shook her head.&nbsp; "We wear as we are told to wear, myself, and the house slaves will all be working and playing this weekend.&nbsp; The Mistress will be the Master's slave and she will have to keep him happy.&nbsp; There are a good bunch of folks coming, and I am sure you will soon fit into things.&nbsp; Just enjoy it, embrace it." She told him, standing again, "so, shall I show you to your room?" she asked him, "or you want another drink?" she would really liek to get his cock out and show him exactly what she wanted, but she couldnt, not yet, the party would provide plenty of time for fun and frolics.&nbsp; As well as a good fucking or 2..3..4..5<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 02:06:50</strong>
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				~Jake and Jazz the the truck for now~<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3586278#msg3586278">Quote from: jazz on 05-09-2010, 00:55:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I’m sorry Ja…&nbsp; SIR.”&nbsp; She swiftly corrected herself.&nbsp; Then she added a nod that she knew she now needed to play the role he had asked her for the weekend.&nbsp; “May I touch you?”&nbsp; She asked, her voice a little shaky.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>.o0(now this was intresting) that his wife had corrected herself pleased him that she did NOT say may I touch you sir everyone knew that she was new to this and little mistakes like that would quickly be corrected this weekend.. he decided to let some of the other men and woman have fun.. he ran one finger over her nipple.. as he licked his lips.. " Yes" was all he said.. and waited to see what his wife had in mind... <br><br>He was dressed for comfort... his hat of course.. and he had gone white.. he decided to skip the shirt and just done a white vest.. so while Jazz would be all in Black like a bad little sexy cowgirl.. he would be wearing all white.. down to his boots... of course under the jeans well he was bare... he had some stuff in there luggage.. but he was bareback today just as he had asked her to be....<br><br>(http://www.handsomemasculinemen.com/photographs/Ripped-Cowboty-Six-Pack-Abs-Vest.jpg)<br>(http://a2.zassets.com/images/z/1/1/0/1109625-p-DETAILED.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 03:33:39</strong>
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				<em>Dana, on Tommy's motorcycle</em><br><br>She grinned at his move - he <em>wanted</em> to play, did he? She pressed her helmet against his back, what she called a "motorcycle kiss". The hand on his crotch squeezed lightly, tentatively. Dana peeped over his shoulder, trying to see what traffic was like.&nbsp; This was the kind of dumb shit she'd done in high school; wasn't she old enough to know better by now?<br>The bike's vibrator rumbled against her slit, driving out her better angels as she moaned wordlessly. <em>Did he hear that?</em> Dana's other hand wormed under his jacket, pressing flat against his chest, her long nails crawling up and down his shirt. "Pull over!" she begged him, her voice ragged with lust. <em>Fuck, he drives me crazy</em>.<br>Visions of her leash in his hand flashed through her head. <em>Gonna love this weekend!</em><br><br><br><em>Emma, in Mistress Darling's bath</em><br><br>Emma broke into a wide smile at her Mistress' invitation; she crawled forward eagerly, slipping feet-first into the warm water. She shivered a little with pleasure as the warm water washed up her thighs and hips, poured into her navel, and cupped her breasts with probing ripples. The bathtub was deep - it was one of her very favorite luxuries, and Emma relished every chance Mistress gave her to play in it. "I'm mostly done with all the leather, Mistress," she answered. "Just a little more to go - then just costume, make-up, and helping Trina with whatever." Emma half-crawled, half-swam around to Hatti's back. "As for costumes, uh - " she hesitated a little, another smile blooming naughtily on her face. "I <em>am</em> still a schoolgirl," she teased, planting an affectionate kiss on the back of her owner's neck, a tacit thank-you for her tuition. Emma's hands slid up Hatti's back. "I could be the <em>good</em> girl, who always does as she's told, and Lex could be the <em>bad</em> girl, who needs a lot of discipline."<br>Her thumbs moved in short circles over Hatti's soft, wet skin, gently massaging her. "<em>Or</em>... it's been a while since we did petplay. I liked being Pussy, but I'm not sure Lex had as much fun being Bitch," she added, chuckling lightly as her hands slid down to mid-back. "Being naughty nurses was fun too."<br>"But most of all," she concluded, giving Hatti's skin a little squeeze. "I want to wear what my Mistress tells me to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 09:35:30</strong>
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				Raymond &amp; Trina, small sitting room<br><br>Although the offer for another drink was tempting, for more than one reason, Ray respectfully declined. “Last thing I need is to go into this too lit to know my own name.” He leaned forward, and stared a spot on the coffee table “no…I’m going to want to walk into this clear, and remember it later” He looked at her and smiled a little sheepishly “I guess that sounds a little funny…Let’s just see where the hell it is that I might stay the night in!” He left the glass on the table and grabbed his bag after he stood. <br><br>He was certain that the chance to follow her as she showed him his room would be worth the weekend, but combined with the sudden realization that he would see Harriett Darling of all people, in all her glory? <em>’Oh shit…what am I getting myself into, and why don’t I want to leave?’</em> The answer was slightly complicated, and fairly simple. This was a new and exotic taste of strange. Even the woman in front of him, whom he’s always shared a kind word with from the moment he met the Darlings, was transformed from mundane servant to walking Viagra. His heart hasn’t moved out of the red zone since he saw her, and he doubted anything else that happened later would help matters any.<br><br>She was right. He didn’t have a clue at all…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 16:19:15</strong>
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				<em>Jake &amp; Jazz, in Truck driving to the Estate</em><br><br>Jazz was going to place the cuffs on next when Jake said they could wait.&nbsp; The outfit confused her.&nbsp; She didn’t feel herself in it.&nbsp; Somehow she was torn about acting too confident or too subservient, which was the way she was supposed to play this weekend.<br><br>With a mild nod, Jazz placed her hand on his thigh again rubbing.&nbsp; Her hand moved northward and stopped to take up residence between his legs.&nbsp; She could feel the heat of his cock through his pants.&nbsp; She might have done more but was concerned about Jake wrecking the truck.<br><br>She swallowed, voice held a little squeak of nervousness, “Thank you, Sir.”&nbsp; She had almost forgotten to add the last part.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 16:36:13</strong>
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				Jake and Jazz had never played much in the truck.. well while driving... and he thought a little bit of cooling off before the showed up might help... he ran his hand over her nipple and pinched.. "Darlin.. " he said and then deciding they where going to be doing a lot of new things this weekend so why not start now.. " I'm thinkin it would be a good idea if SIR was a might bit more calm before we meet Michael and Harriet and the rest..." he smiled.. " take my cock out and suck me.." he said in a deep almost growling voice...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 17:46:15</strong>
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				<br>By his smile she knew she’d done good.&nbsp; He smiled, he touched her in return.&nbsp; Just when she was going to place her head back on his shoulder, he asked.&nbsp; No, told her what he wanted next.<br><br>She froze for a second, color draining from her face.&nbsp; All she could think of was his being so <em> distracted’ </em> that he’d crash.&nbsp; Of course if it came to that he’d pull over right?”&nbsp; She didn’t dare put her thoughts to words.&nbsp; If this was what he wanted…she had promised.<br><br>Swallowing down her feelings and fears, Jazz worked his jeans open.&nbsp; His shaft was already hardening.&nbsp; Readjusting her position in the seat, Jazz lowered her head.&nbsp; Pushing her hair to the side and behind one ear she took his cock in her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>First she licked the tip several times.&nbsp; Then she took just the first inch or two in her mouth, squeezing around with her lips, tongue now swirling the tip.&nbsp; Then she hummed hoping the vibration wouldn’t get lost with the rumblings of the truck.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 23:36:52</strong>
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				Jake shifted and spead his legs a bit the jeans he was wearing could be opened wide ... he had planned for this and he felt her small hand wrap around his cock and then her lips and tongue and dam she was humming.. "Oh Darlin yeah..." his foot gave the truck a bit more gas and his hand moved to her neck holding her in place so she would not move off his cock .. just because of the extra speed.. <br><br>He chuckled.. they where getting closer and he wanted to cum before pulling into the drive.. "keep it up.. yeah that's right darlin.. use that sweet mouth on my cock.. yeah.. deeper take more of it.." he leaned back a bit.. "now Darlin we spoke of the balls.. they are just as important as the cock aren't they..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 00:38:14</strong>
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				<br>If her mouth hadn’t been full Jazz would have smiled as she heard, even felt the pleasure in her husband’s reactions.&nbsp; Even though she got a little nervous by the sound of the engine speeding up, he held her there and she had to trust him that he could handle it.<br><br>She had remembered what he liked, but she did have a habit of drawing out the process, she liked it when he was nearly desperate for release before she really went to town.&nbsp; <br><br>But Jazz didn‘t want to chance things for the weekend, didn‘t want to upset or embarrass him.&nbsp; It would seem he didn’t want that today he wanted results.<br><br>Her slender fingers moved from about his, now rock hard, cock, soon replaced by her mouth.&nbsp; With her lips she increased the pressure and began the up and down motion.&nbsp; Her throat tilted to allow him deep inside.&nbsp; <br><br>Fingers went in search of a place she had read about recently.&nbsp; In an effort to continuously please him, especially after finding his turn-ons were not as tame and vanilla as hers had always been.&nbsp; She was trying to improve.&nbsp; Jazz hoped to learn more of what he liked to continue to give pleasure to him.&nbsp; With the baby and other changes she was nervous of keeping his attention for the long run.<br><br>Jazz rolled his balls around as she pumped her mouth around his shaft.&nbsp; One slender finger found the Perineum. The tip of her finger traced the ridged area of skin between the testicles and the anus.&nbsp; She kept the movements slower than those she was performing with her mouth and tongue.&nbsp; Jazz was waiting for the tee-tale signs from him when she taste him, such his cum down her throat, knowing she’d satisfied her man.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 00:50:55</strong>
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				Jake &amp; Jazz, in Truck driving to the Estate ~ just about at the drive ~<br><br>.o0(hot dam) he thought when he felt her take him in deeper and then she was sliding her hand around his balls and ... her finger was searching and finding a tiny bit of flesh she had started to rub it and he saw the turn into the drive.. he bit his lip mad the turn and pulled over to the side putting the truck in park.. "Oh shit Jazz yeah... yeah that's it.. fuck honey... I am so so..." and he felt his cock start to expand in her mouth as he gripped the steering wheel with one hand and toyed with her nipple with the other... pulling on it... in his need....<br><br>He was 'eight' seconds from poppin his cork and he wanted to make certain she was ready for it. "Oh Darlin here it comes.." he moaned and then he did....<br><br>(http://www.ourgfs.com/girlfriend-videos/SaraC_carBJ-01-thumb.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 02:01:11</strong>
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				Tommy snickers as Dana practically yells in his ear. Was it really a mystery as to why men liked motorcycles so much? There was an engine, the oneness with the road, the freedom to go anywhere you please at any time, every thing good about being a guy in one package. Plus, get a chick on it and she acts like she's on a large vibrator. It's win-win!<br><br>"<strong>Since you asked so nicely.</strong>" he shouts back in a joke, slowing down and working his way toward a shoulder. With the engine purring slow and steady, he eventually comes to a stop behind a tree in the brushy terrain besides the road.<br><br>"<strong>You like the ride, baby?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 02:46:05</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3590294#msg3590294">Quote from: Rog the Rake on 06-09-2010, 00:50:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jake &amp; Jazz, in Truck driving to the Estate ~ just about at the drive ~<br>.o0(hot dam) he thought when he felt her take him in deeper and then she was sliding her hand around his balls and ... her finger was searching and finding a tiny bit of flesh she had started to rub it and he saw the turn into the drive.. he bit his lip mad the turn and pulled over to the side putting the truck in park.. "Oh shit Jazz yeah... yeah that's it.. fuck honey... I am so so..." and he felt his cock start to expand in her mouth as he gripped the steering wheel with one hand and toyed with her nipple with the other... pulling on it... in his need....<br><br>He was 'eight' seconds from poppin his cork and he wanted to make certain she was ready for it. "Oh Darlin here it comes.." he moaned and then he did....<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br><em> Jake &amp; Jazz, in Truck driving to the Estate ~ just about at the drive ~ </em><br><br>There was pleasure in knowing he was loving her attention between his legs.&nbsp; It was confirmed with the Truck being pulled over.&nbsp; With that she sped up her efforts.&nbsp; Her name on his lips was like heaven.&nbsp; It reminded her that despite what she might face this weekend he loved <em> her. </em><br><br>His cock was hitting the back of her throat by the time he was calling out.&nbsp; Her hands touched and groped to help him along with the release.&nbsp; This was something she was good at before they met.&nbsp; But she was more delighted each time giving him oral pleasure than with anyone else.<br><br>Then came the hot seed filling her mouth and she swallowed it down as fast as she could.&nbsp; His moans and whimpers as she drained him turned her on too.&nbsp; Her pace slowed.&nbsp; Jazz caressed his leg as she lapped up any remaining juices. <br><br>Constantly reminding herself to be on her best behavior and get into the right mode for the weekend, she didn’t want to embarrass him.&nbsp; With a soft voice she asked, “Sir is pleased?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 03:31:47</strong>
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				Jake &amp; Jazz, in Truck driving to the Estate ~ at the door.. done in the truck ~<br><br>Jake .. heard her and his heart was still beating very fast... he let his hand move from inside her outfit to her head and he caressed it as he pulled her up and to him to kiss her.. he slid his tongue in her mouth and licked around her teeth tasting himself.. he loved her.. GOD did he love her when he broke the kiss he smiled and said.. "Darlin did very well .. very well in deed...." and... " God I love you...." he kissed her again and then they where off again pulling up to the front of the house and parking.<br><br>He took a moment and zipped up.... then he rolled out of the truck and around.. he opened his wife's door and helped her out of the truck.. on the ground he kissed her... and .. looking down moved her teddy around to cover her hard nipples.. he stopped ... leaned down and barred her nipples kissing and sucking on the left then the right then he covered them up.. he had one last thing...<br><br>Reaching in he pulled a new cowgirl hat from under the seat and set it on her head.. "The Hat and boots stay on for as possible the Kollar does NOT come off..." he told her. Then with his arm around her waiste he started to escort her to the door... he saw a man and woman come up to them.. they spoke quickly telling him they would take care of his horse and truck as well as there luggage neither of them looked at the two of them .. there heads down and eyes averted.<br><br>Smiling he handed them the Keys.. "Clean the front seat up a bit as well.." he said.. and then he was knocking on the front door of the home he took a deep breath and waited...<br><br>(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTH5XGNv0frzFY-p-pAWv3ai2z_lCGGGKi2IhSZIXNgkoCdy-0&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__EXsJyrz5KDoSWHyi79ivpzfEDfA=)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 03:36:13</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Emma, in Mistress Darling's bath<br><br>Emma broke into a wide smile at her Mistress' invitation; she crawled forward eagerly, slipping feet-first into the warm water. She shivered a little with pleasure as the warm water washed up her thighs and hips, poured into her navel, and cupped her breasts with probing ripples. The bathtub was deep - it was one of her very favorite luxuries, and Emma relished every chance Mistress gave her to play in it. "I'm mostly done with all the leather, Mistress," she answered. "Just a little more to go - then just costume, make-up, and helping Trina with whatever." Emma half-crawled, half-swam around to Hatti's back. "As for costumes, uh - " she hesitated a little, another smile blooming naughtily on her face. "I am still a schoolgirl," she teased, planting an affectionate kiss on the back of her owner's neck, a tacit thank-you for her tuition. Emma's hands slid up Hatti's back. "I could be the good girl, who always does as she's told, and Lex could be the bad girl, who needs a lot of discipline."<br>Her thumbs moved in short circles over Hatti's soft, wet skin, gently massaging her. "Or... it's been a while since we did petplay. I liked being Pussy, but I'm not sure Lex had as much fun being Bitch," she added, chuckling lightly as her hands slid down to mid-back. "Being naughty nurses was fun too."<br>"But most of all," she concluded, giving Hatti's skin a little squeeze. "I want to wear what my Mistress tells me to."</em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Harriet, Emma, Master Bedroom, ensuite</em><br><br>Harri sighed contentedly as Emma began to wash and massage her shoulders.&nbsp; "You are a good girl Emma, I haven't seen Lex yet to see what she's done, but you certainly deserve a reward" she told the slave.&nbsp; "I think we will have a look through the wardrobe when we get out, see what outfits we can find for you.&nbsp; I dint think school girl tonight, I think for the first night we want sleek and elegant.&nbsp; Maybe leather, and collar and cuffs of course." She told her, leaning forward, "that's good pet, just there, I have a really painful kink in that shoulder, see if you can work it out?" she said to her, tilting her head forward.&nbsp; "I think we need something more cheeky tomorrow, and then pure evil tomorrow night.&nbsp; Sunday we will see how things play out." She said to her, enjoying the time alone.&nbsp; <br><br>"We need to find Lex" she commented, she still had no idea when to expect Marcus back.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Raymond &amp; Trina, small sitting room</em><br><br>Although the offer for another drink was tempting, for more than one reason, Ray respectfully declined. “Last thing I need is to go into this too lit to know my own name.” He leaned forward, and stared a spot on the coffee table “no…I’m going to want to walk into this clear, and remember it later” He looked at her and smiled a little sheepishly “I guess that sounds a little funny…Let’s just see where the hell it is that I might stay the night in!” He left the glass on the table and grabbed his bag after he stood.<br><br>He was certain that the chance to follow her as she showed him his room would be worth the weekend, but combined with the sudden realization that he would see Harriett Darling of all people, in all her glory? ’Oh shit…what am I getting myself into, and why don’t I want to leave?’ The answer was slightly complicated, and fairly simple. This was a new and exotic taste of strange. Even the woman in front of him, whom he’s always shared a kind word with from the moment he met the Darlings, was transformed from mundane servant to walking Viagra. His heart hasn’t moved out of the red zone since he saw her, and he doubted anything else that happened later would help matters any.<br><br>She was right. He didn’t have a clue at all…</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Trina, Raymond, heading to his bedroom</em><br><br>"I'll show you to your room, and you can dump your bag and feel free to wander the house and grounds.&nbsp; I am sure other guests will be arriving shortly." She told him, leading him from the sitting room, up the stairs and into the hallway.&nbsp; His bedroom was the third door on the right and opened in to a large room.&nbsp; It was larger than many apartments.&nbsp; The bed was a Kingsized one, and stood against the far wall.&nbsp; There was a brown leather sofa and chair placed around a low table and a 32" flat screen tv on the side.&nbsp; Double doors lead out onto a large balcony, which over looked the rear of the house.&nbsp; The color scheme was very autumal and the whole room had a relaxing feel to it.&nbsp; There was drinks cabinet with a selection of drinks and mixers, as well as a small selection of snacks and nibbles.&nbsp; It seemed everything was thought of.<br><br>There was an en-suite with a large bath and shower.&nbsp; Infact the room had everything you could want. "If you need anything, there is an internal phone system that pages one of us, so just buzz and we will see you get what you need." She told him, "if you will excuse me, I am sure the Mistress will be about soon, and the guests are due to arrive." She gave him a cheeky little curtsey and left him to get settled in.<br><br>Raymond's Bedroom<br>(http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd302/kazjack2/Lellinias%20Weyr/ilBedroom03.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 06:01:43</strong>
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				<em>Raymond &amp; Trina – Ray’s Bedroom and Trina’s escape</em><br><br>Raymond’s walk to his bedroom was mostly used to watch Trina’s ass play peekaboo in her maid outfit. If he had to find his way back now, he’d be hard pressed to do so. He smiled broadly as he then saw the room. It was impressive in its understatement. The perfect ‘yeah, and I have 20 more rooms just like this’ kind of display. He enjoyed it as much as he enjoyed sitting on the king bed. <em>‘And I bet they fucked in them all’</em> he thought to himself as he nodded to Trina “Thanks!” he said her departed form.<br><br><em>’Well…apparently this is going to be some kind of costumed event on top of some massive multi-level orgy slash horse-whipping session slash journey of depravity. I’m not sure how I feel about that yet, but if I’m not currently doing a hundred on the highway away from this joint, there must be –some- part of me that’s okay with it.’</em> he worked quickly to stow his clothes away and place his suitcase in the closet. <br><br>He noticed again how he was dressed in the mirror and sighed “Sure, invite a friend over for a mystery orgy and not tell him what to wear.” He muttered, before he removed the Tommy B shirt. He wanted the tank top t-shirt off. If everyone was going to be comfortable, then he’d try to play along. He then put his shirt back on and took another look at himself he nodded in agreement. The green against his brown skin was nice, and those sessions with Mr. Chan kept him in good enough shape not to feel guilty with the open shirt look. With a little wink to himself, he walked out of the room and took a quick look around. <em>’Stairs, hallway, third room on the right. Got it’</em><br><br>The look around the grounds was relaxing. He noticed that there were still last minute things being done and made sure to stay out of their way while others were at it. He stayed mostly to the perimeter of the house and the immediate area around the room he was staying in, to be polite. Afterwards, he walked back to the sitting room to fix another drink. The prospect of doing what she described excited him as much as drove fear into his heart, and he waited as patiently as a kid on Christmas for things to begin.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 07:01:17</strong>
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				<br>The loving way Jake caressed her once he came down from the erotic high he’d experienced, told her all she needed to know.&nbsp; Jazz slipped onto his lap as he brought her up for the kiss.&nbsp; He was the best kisser ever.&nbsp; Hell, she worshipped his mouth since their first time together.&nbsp; What he could do with it…&nbsp; Jazz brushed her fingers through his hair as he praised her.&nbsp; “I love you too…”&nbsp; She said between kisses.<br><br>All too soon they were back in their seats properly and heading up the long drive.&nbsp; Jazz’s eyes widened at the sight of the Estate.&nbsp; It was definitely impressive to say the least.&nbsp; When they came to a stop in front, Jazz was biting her lip.&nbsp; <br><br>Jake took her hand and helped her down.&nbsp; She swallowed hard as he straightened her outfit.&nbsp; Jazz let out a shuddering breath as he exposed her right there in the open.&nbsp; Any other time and place she might have objected.&nbsp; But then again his mouth did such wonderful things, it was as though she were intoxicated.&nbsp; He knew all too well how nipple play made her whimper and weak in the knees.&nbsp; Her head was spinning and it took her a moment to realize he was placing a hat on her head.&nbsp; Her brows furrowed slightly.&nbsp; She’d not expected it at all.&nbsp; Despite her nervousness she grinned, realizing she was all in black, and he in white.&nbsp; He did have a flair about him.&nbsp; Jazz nodded her understanding.&nbsp; He’d explained it was as much about her <em> ‘place’ </em> and others knowing he was hers.<br><br>By the time they were met by the couple her cheeks were scarlet from being escorted out in the open in such a skimpy thing.&nbsp; Her fingers were entwined with his, she wasn’t certain she ever wanted to let go.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 09:14:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3590528#msg3590528">Quote from: TheVillain on 06-09-2010, 02:01:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tommy snickers as Dana practically yells in his ear. Was it really a mystery as to why men liked motorcycles so much? There was an engine, the oneness with the road, the freedom to go anywhere you please at any time, every thing good about being a guy in one package. Plus, get a chick on it and she acts like she's on a large vibrator. It's win-win!<br><br>"<strong>Since you asked so nicely.</strong>" he shouts back in a joke, slowing down and working his way toward a shoulder. With the engine purring slow and steady, he eventually comes to a stop behind a tree in the brushy terrain besides the road.<br><br>"<strong>You like the ride, baby?</strong>"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>A gentle squeeze sufficed as Dana's wordless reply. Her helmet bounced off the ground as the wind swept up her dark curls. The hand under his jacket slipped up to grip his visor, tugging it back, pulling his face toward hers. She pressed painted lips to his, her kiss hot and needy. "Fuck your vibe-rider. I can't stay on this thing for more than a half hour without a break," she panted. "You're gonna march me past Harri's door with a streak of cum down my leg like a goddamn whore." She scrambled off the motorcycle, not letting go of his helmet, tugging him down after her. "Come on. <em>Please</em>!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3590919#msg3590919">Quote from: kaz on 06-09-2010, 03:36:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Harriet, Emma, Master Bedroom, ensuite</em><br><br>Harri sighed contentedly as Emma began to wash and massage her shoulders.&nbsp; "You are a good girl Emma, I haven't seen Lex yet to see what she's done, but you certainly deserve a reward" she told the slave.&nbsp; "I think we will have a look through the wardrobe when we get out, see what outfits we can find for you.&nbsp; I dint think school girl tonight, I think for the first night we want sleek and elegant.&nbsp; Maybe leather, and collar and cuffs of course." She told her, leaning forward, "that's good pet, just there, I have a really painful kink in that shoulder, see if you can work it out?" she said to her, tilting her head forward.&nbsp; "I think we need something more cheeky tomorrow, and then pure evil tomorrow night.&nbsp; Sunday we will see how things play out." She said to her, enjoying the time alone.&nbsp; <br><br>"We need to find Lex" she commented, she still had no idea when to expect Marcus back.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"You're too kind to me, Mistress," Emma murmured, her wet hands kneading tension away. Truthfully, Mistress' rewards were often difficult to distinguish from her punishments, but Emma didn't care - that Mistress had something planned for her, that Mistress thought about her, was reward enough.&nbsp; "I'm not sure what I have that could be considered elegant, Mistress - the lace-up patent dress (http://www.wickedtemptations.com/iconic-lace-up-patent-dress-139469-prd1.htm), maybe?" The balls of Emma's fingers worked meticulously against the hard knot of muscle in Harri's shoulder, interspersed with long, full body strokes that dispersed sensuous warmth across her silky skin. "You should have asked me for a massage earlier, Mistress," she clucked lightly. "Lean on the edge of the tub, please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 09:32:18</strong>
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				"<strong>I think we both know that if I turned the vibe-rider off you'd last, what, 10 more minutes before a break? Maybe 15?</strong>" he chuckles as he takes off his helmet himself, then snakes in underneath it to continue the kiss. Damn, crazy kids- this would get them caught one day but he didn't care. Not for even a moment. Gladly he goes along with the pull downward, speeding it up if anything as he goes to kiss her among the grass.<br><br>"<strong>Is that a complaint or a declaration, because the old ears aren't getting any younger.</strong>" he chuckles, a hand getting a bit fresh and feeling up her ass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 00:53:50</strong>
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				<em>Trina, house maid, answering the door</em><br><br>Trina was back in the dining room polishing the silverware when she heard the knocks on the front door.&nbsp; She checked her appearance and then pulled the door open.&nbsp; She smiled at the couple there, not taking any notice of the woman, Trina had seen it all before.&nbsp; She grinned at the man and dropped a neat curtsey.&nbsp; "Master Jake, and jazz. It is a pleasure to welcome you here.&nbsp; Would care for a welcome drink, or would you like to go straight to your rooms?" she asked him, directing her question to the Master.<br><br>She stepepd aside to allow them in and then closed the door.&nbsp; She would do as he requested, he was a Master she enjoyed time with, she was hoping she might get some time with him this weekend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 01:17:31</strong>
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				~Jake and Jazz~ Entry Way with Tina.. <br><br>Well now was about as good as time as ever to test the water he moved up to Trina and gave her a hug and a slap on her bottom.. "Trina this weekend I am going by the term Sir.. and this is Darlin..." he pulled his wife close to him.. "Darlin this here is Trina she is Harriet and her husbands Maid.." he winked.. "among other things..." he looked to his wife and took a deep breathe.. "Trina this is the very first get together my little Darlin has been too.. so I am going to go light on her .. but don't you think this means I will go light on you.. I know how long you been here..." <br><br>He then looked at his wife.. "You ready to dive in or do you want a bit of time?" they had just got here but if she wanted to go to the bedroom for a bit he would allow it sides they had to see the room sometime. "as for drinks.. " he patted her stomach.." none for us this weekend.. Darlin got herself a bun in the oven" Jake said with a shit eating grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 01:32:30</strong>
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				<em>Alexandra, slave toy, arriving</em><br><br>Alexandra pulled into the Estate driveway quietly, looking almost non-descript as she clambered out of her Civic in jeans and a tanktop, her hair clipped back and little makeup on. She dressed up enough for work, for parties, for the clubs and of course for her time here.&nbsp; In between it was nice to have something a little more low-maintenance.&nbsp; Seeing some strange cars here, Alex realized she was probably a bit later than her employers would like.&nbsp; For that matter they probably didn't want her calling them her 'employers'.&nbsp; As they reminded her most emphatically when the time was appropriate, while she was here they owned her.&nbsp; But Alex was not one to give them anything easily.&nbsp; While some reveled in the role of slave, Alexandra resisted it.&nbsp; They would use her, they would abuse her, but she would always keep insisting on having things on her own terms.<br><br>Regardless, she was here, and they'd have to be happy with that.&nbsp; Alexandra slipped in one of the side entrances and slipped the back way to the private rooms.&nbsp; She knew they wouldn't want any of the guests seeing here before she was ready.&nbsp; Alex had been to a number of these gatherings, as well as more private affairs at the house, ever since the day they had first found her at the strip club.&nbsp; She might not be as attentive to detail as they would like, but she had some idea what to do.&nbsp; Padding quietly down the back corridor Lex peeked into several rooms looking for her mistress.&nbsp; Who knew what the woman had in mind for tonight.&nbsp; Chances were, though, no matter how excruciating, Alexandra would enjoy it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 03:02:07</strong>
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				<br>Butterflies were having a field day in her stomach when the door opened.&nbsp; Her face had already been tinged scarlet from the antics of her husband in front of the house.&nbsp; It was one thing in the privacy of one’s own home, but…&nbsp; She was nervous as hell and unsure how she even made it to the door in the five inch heels.<br><br>Even before Jake said anything, Jazz could tell by the looks between the two that they’d <em> been together. </em>&nbsp; She’d accepted that they both had lives before meeting, but it was..&nbsp; she wasn’t certain how she felt knowing they would be with different people over the weekend.&nbsp; It was a conselation to know they were going home together, but it was still unnerving for now.&nbsp; Maybe she’d relax as the evening rolled on.&nbsp; After all she’d really liked Harriet and Mike when they’d been to the ranch.<br><br>Another thing that put her more at ease was that the woman answering the door, Trina was also dressed with very little covering her.&nbsp; She even smirked slightly as Jake slapped what ended up being a bare bum.<br><br>Jazz bit her lip when asked the question.&nbsp; Shrugging slightly and then having to catch the strap so that it didn’t slip off, exposing her before she was ready.&nbsp; “Uhmm..&nbsp; Whatever Sir would like.”<br><br>Blushing deeper as the proud papa explained why she wouldn’t be drinking, Jazz smiled.&nbsp; “Water would be fine.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 03:15:18</strong>
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				~Jake and Jazz there here now what?~<br><br>Jake took the fact that Jazz had asked for water as a sign that they did not need to go to there rooms yet.. "Trina how about you just take us where all the guests are going to be getting together tonight..." he smiled.. " then I would love a nice tall glass of iced tea mixed with some lemonade.. just like ya used to bring me.. and if it is wrong.. well.. I think ya can count on the usual punishment..." then he was moving following Trina his arm around his wife......
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 03:25:23</strong>
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				<em>Trina, welcoming Sir &amp; darlin'</em><br><br>Trina smiled at the pair, "well congratulations to you both" she said, then turned serious.&nbsp; "If you should feel this weekend that things are too much darlin' just let either Mistress Harri or one of the house maids/slaves know.&nbsp; We will be on hand to help and step in" she told her, moving to the side and pouring a glass of water for darlin and a iced tea with lemonade.&nbsp; She handed the drinks to them and waited whilst they drank.<br><br>"I will show you to your rooms.&nbsp; Dinner is at 7.30pm this evening, we ask everyone to dress formally" she smiled.&nbsp; "Until then please feel free to explore the house, the swimming pool is open and ready, enjoy and relax" she told them, moving to the elegant staircase and leading them up.&nbsp; Their rooms were the fourth on the left.&nbsp; She opened the door into a gorgeous room.&nbsp; There was a huge en-suite, a seating area and a large patio that looked out over the front of the house and the fields.&nbsp; "If you need anything the internal phones pages us.&nbsp; And I get you anything before I leave you?" she asked, smiling warmly at the pair.<br><br>(http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd302/kazjack2/Lellinias%20Weyr/bedroom5.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 03:46:48</strong>
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				~~ Mikael or MC ~~ to the rescue...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He had not planned on showing up this weekend but the call from Harriet had changed his mind.. Michael was stuck and would be showing up late.. if at all and thus it was his job to wing man the show.. "Shit!" he was going to be late but even if he took the chopper it would not help. He hit his place and packed a bag knowing that Jake and his wife Jasmina were showing up.. a first timer and an old friend made the fact that he had to cancel his plans bother him a bit less but DAM it had taken forever to get the twins to agree to his plans and there was no way he was bringing them to the mansion.. not yet.. Michael and Harriet would steal them from under him and he wanted these two for himself for a few months more.<br><br>&nbsp; He took a look at what he had and decided to wear the Brioni as there would be a formal dinner at 7:30 * he chuckled * . he tossed a robe and boxers and leather kilt inside..... the bag.. and if he lost the coin flip or they flip he would need his collar ... for Harriet... he added several other items and then donned his jacket and headed out.<br><br>&nbsp; It took him an hour to get to the Mansion and he saw quit a few cars already.. he pulled up and tossed his keys to one of the servants he just walked in knowing the lay of the place like he owned it..<br><br>** note images is for what he is wearing now.. yep he is daring **<br><br>(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT-BoIRXSoIZLSc0ZYg6TWFnBrmKPlAOOmvH9slxx-k5aZALl8&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__Q35l9Iv1i83yHWJ0FHqd2rHyd_k=)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 03:52:23</strong>
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				<br>“Thank you.”&nbsp; Jazz said when Trina gave her the water, almost wishing she could have something stronger.&nbsp; When she went to take a drink she nearly lost her hat.&nbsp; Catching it she smiled, wondering if keeping it on was somehow part of the fun.&nbsp; There was definitely a wave of relief that rolled over her when she was told she’d have ‘help’ if she needed.<br><br>Following behind the maid, the couple was served up quite an interesting view.&nbsp; When Jazz heard it would be formal dress for dinner, she wondered just what her husband might have packed for her.&nbsp; In a side note to her self she also wondered if it would go well with the cuffs and Kollar.<br><br>“It certainly is a lovely place.”&nbsp; She comment offhanded as she looked out the balcony window at the grounds of the estate.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 04:01:47</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake checked the time it was only 5pm they had a little over two hours ... a half hour to prepare he took a sip of his drink.. .o0(dam she had gotten it right) he looked at Trina.. <em><strong>"Who else is here?"</strong></em> he asked as he took a look at the bathroom that was attached .. a large shower for two multiple heads and a jacuzzi tub... they certainly did know how to treat there guests.....<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He moved to his wife.. "Darlin ya will not have to wear the hat at dinner.. I forgot about that... but I did pick something up for you.. it's in that bag.." he pointed at a dress bag that was hanging.. " I picked the gown up when I picked what you are wearing up.. " he smiled..&nbsp; there where also some six inches heels to go with it.. he had a himself a TUX... for the occasion...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-19548487874996_2118_257635913.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://extratv.warnerbros.com/photogalleries/2008hotnewshots/0623/13.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 04:43:19</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You're too kind to me, Mistress," Emma murmured, her wet hands kneading tension away. Truthfully, Mistress' rewards were often difficult to distinguish from her punishments, but Emma didn't care - that Mistress had something planned for her, that Mistress thought about her, was reward enough.&nbsp; "I'm not sure what I have that could be considered elegant, Mistress - the lace-up patent dress, maybe?" The balls of Emma's fingers worked meticulously against the hard knot of muscle in Harri's shoulder, interspersed with long, full body strokes that dispersed sensuous warmth across her silky skin. "You should have asked me for a massage earlier, Mistress," she clucked lightly. "Lean on the edge of the tub, please."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Harri &amp; Emma, Master Bedroom, ensuite</em><br><br>Harri smiled at Emma, she was very fond of the girl.&nbsp; She had settled in with them so very well.&nbsp; "You are elegant Emma, now stop that sort of talk or i will lock you in the cage tonight and offer you out to the guests as after dinner entertainment." She warned her, but she knew she would probably enjpy that.&nbsp; Little slut that she was.&nbsp; When Emma asked her to move forward she did so, sighing as her fingers worked the tightness out.&nbsp; "I hope Lex arrives soon, I want you both dressed and helping Trina serve dinner.&nbsp; Tomorrow night you two are going to be the platters" she told her.&nbsp; She knew the girl liked that, being laid on the table and covered in food as the guests ate off her.&nbsp; She enjoyed displaying the girls, they were both such good little pets.<br><br>She was disappointed that Michael wasnt going to be back for the start of the weekend, he didnt actually know when he would be back, but it wouldnt be this weekend.&nbsp; She had made a quick, urgent call to his best friend, MC, who had agreed to come and play host for the weekend.&nbsp; They would toss the coin that she kept in her jewellery box.&nbsp; She hoped she would not win, she wanted to be his toy this weekend, she needed to be submissive.&nbsp; She sighed as EMma worked her with expert hands.&nbsp; "You are so good at that EMma, but we must get out and prepare." She said with a hint of regret.&nbsp; She could have enjoyed the girl today, she needed her body serving.<br><br><em>Trina</em><br><br>Trina had left Sir and darlin, pleased with the news of the pregnancy, she must let Mistress and the house slaves know.&nbsp; They werent only there as slaves, but they also would keep an eye on her.&nbsp; She was padding through the dining room when she caught sight of Lex.&nbsp; She grinned and headed out to find her.&nbsp; She caught up with her and trhew her arms around her giving her a hard kiss, "damn girl you look good" she purred, pleased to see the house slave.&nbsp; "MIstress is in her tub with Emma.&nbsp; I think you should head on up.&nbsp; The Master has been called away, Mistress hasd asked Master Mikael to step in." She shivered at the thought, he could be a very demanding man.&nbsp; She gave Lex a pat on her bum and then headed away to check on the preparations.<br><br>As she made her way to the kitchen she caught sight of an elegantly dressed man. She smiled, Mikael had arrived.&nbsp; Making her way after him, she caught up and smiled, curtseying.&nbsp; "Master Mikael, it is good to see you.&nbsp; May I get you a drink?" she asked politely, smiling in welcome to the sexy man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 12:16:15</strong>
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				<em><strong>Raymond wandering – The party build-up</strong></em><br><br><em>‘Western, huh?’</em> he thought with a chuckle as he saw the couple arrive to be greeted by Trina. The man seemed to know her, and the woman looked absolutely stunning. He even had to admit that the hat worked for her. He thought again, not for the last time, about what he had gotten himself into. He was as twitchy as a race hound waiting for the rabbit, and his body was breaking his buzz faster than usual. He doubted they saw him, so he figured to just meet them later.<br><br>He managed to arrive in the kitchen after Trina and Mikael were already there. The guy was dressed like he was going to a black tie affair, and Ray was completely embarrassed. <em>’They didn’t tell me about formal wear!’</em> he thought, and wondered if they were just running some cruel game against him. If so, he’d find a way to get them back for it later…in spades. For now he felt it best to simply introduce himself. He patiently waited in view for the man to give Trina his drink preference, and took a moment to look over Trina again while he was at it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 14:34:55</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3596112#msg3596112">Quote from: kaz on 07-09-2010, 04:43:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><em>Trina</em><br><br>Trina had left Sir and darlin, pleased with the news of the pregnancy, she must let Mistress and the house slaves know.&nbsp; They werent only there as slaves, but they also would keep an eye on her.&nbsp; She was padding through the dining room when she caught sight of Lex.&nbsp; She grinned and headed out to find her.&nbsp; She caught up with her and trhew her arms around her giving her a hard kiss, "damn girl you look good" she purred, pleased to see the house slave.&nbsp; "MIstress is in her tub with Emma.&nbsp; I think you should head on up.&nbsp; The Master has been called away, Mistress hasd asked Master Mikael to step in." She shivered at the thought, he could be a very demanding man.&nbsp; She gave Lex a pat on her bum and then headed away to check on the preparations.<br><br>As she made her way to the kitchen she caught sight of an elegantly dressed man. She smiled, Mikael had arrived.&nbsp; Making her way after him, she caught up and smiled, curtseying.&nbsp; "Master Mikael, it is good to see you.&nbsp; May I get you a drink?" she asked politely, smiling in welcome to the sexy man.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mikael smiled at Trina and wrapped his arms around her... he gave her a 'hello kiss' and then squeezed her ass.. "Of course ... you can Trina" he was still working on getting in 'the mood' and looking at Trina he knew she would help.. "the usual love" and he moved over and took a seat... already wearing his formal wear he had nothing to do for a while.. when she brought him his drink he reached down and undid his fly pulling his cock out he looked at her.. "Trina be a dear and blow me.. and while your at it.. tell me who is hear already and what the plans are for the weekend..." his thick horse like cock hung out of his tux just waiting for some attention... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 15:58:09</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3595838#msg3595838">Quote from: Rog the Rake on 07-09-2010, 04:01:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake checked the time it was only 5pm they had a little over two hours ... a half hour to prepare he took a sip of his drink.. .o0(dam she had gotten it right) he looked at Trina.. <em><strong>"Who else is here?"</strong></em> he asked as he took a look at the bathroom that was attached .. a large shower for two multiple heads and a jacuzzi tub... they certainly did know how to treat there guests.....<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He moved to his wife.. "Darlin ya will not have to wear the hat at dinner.. I forgot about that... but I did pick something up for you.. it's in that bag.." he pointed at a dress bag that was hanging.. " I picked the gown up when I picked what you are wearing up.. " he smiled..&nbsp; there where also some six inches heels to go with it.. he had a himself a TUX... for the occasion...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-19548487874996_2118_257635913.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://extratv.warnerbros.com/photogalleries/2008hotnewshots/0623/13.jpg)</div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>As her husband spoke to Trina, Jazz’s attention drifted away from the view outside and back to those in the room.&nbsp; Her eye was caught momentarily by her own reflection in a full length mirror in the corner.&nbsp; It was a bit of a shock to see herself in the ensemble she was wearing.&nbsp; But she had to admit it did look rather good on her, even with the hat.&nbsp; She just wasn’t used to dressing so provocatively.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Even living on a Ranch, she rarely wore one unless there was a reason.&nbsp; Usually that was when Jake was riding on the circuit. When she rode on their grounds, she loved the feel of the wind through her hair as Sienna ran like the wind.&nbsp; But her husband was cowboy through and through and loved his city slicker bride ease into his lifestyle.&nbsp; So she’d wear the hat as much as he wanted.&nbsp; In fact an image of riding him cowgirl style came to her mind as did a slight blush.<br><br>Her lips were curved into an impish smile as she moved closer to the garment bag he was showing her.&nbsp; Her breath caught at the sheer lacy gown.&nbsp; Though it would leave little to the imagination, she had to admit, she was getting more interested in wearing it.&nbsp; Though more interested in the reaction such a dress on her might be received once she was wearing it.&nbsp; “Oh it’s lovely, you spoil me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 16:29:24</strong>
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				~Jake and Jazz in there room killin time... ~<br><br>Jake smiled.. they had time to Kill and he could either take her for a walk around the place or... he moved over to her and took the Cowgirl hat off and tossed it aside as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her... he enjoyed kissing her and promised he would spend as much time as he could doing it no matter where or with or what they were doing... her lips were sweet as was her kiss.... <br><br>Holding her he looked at the Gown.. "Not something I would every suggest for one of your 'shows' but I bet you'd sell a hell of a lot more if you presented your works wearing it.." he grinned.. then lifted her up carefully and twirled her around setting her down by the bed.. "So tell me Darlin what do ya want to do.. take a walk around the place.. or..." and he smiled his eyes on the bed and bath... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 16:36:50</strong>
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				<em>Trina &amp; Mikael, small sitting room</em><br><br>Trina didn't need telling twice.&nbsp; She loved the cock MC had, it was long and thick and she had to struggle to get it in her mouth.&nbsp; She knelt between his legs and immediately got to work sucking on him.&nbsp; She sucked and licked, running her tongue along the shaft.&nbsp; She loved giving blowjobs, she loved the power she felt.&nbsp; She worked slowly, making the most of this, and hoping that he won the toss later when him and Mistress meet up.&nbsp; She loved him when he was in charge, so commanding, so assured.&nbsp; She continued to lap and lick, her hands stroking up his thighs and then cupping his balls, stroking, caressing them.&nbsp; She had him as deep in her mouth as she could before gagging.&nbsp; She was getting him very wet, her saliva dribbling from the sides of her mouth as she moved along the length of him, enjoying him in her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 17:49:13</strong>
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				<em> ~Jake and Jazz in there room killin time... ~</em><br><br>Jazz melted into her husband’s arms, kissing him back with underlying desire.&nbsp; She really wanted to somehow reassure herself by making love to him.&nbsp; But with his use of the term ‘Darlin’, she figured he was more interested right now for the woman in the Kollar and cuffs all in black, than her usual tamer wishes.<br><br>She smiled when he spoke of the gown and her wearing it somewhere when having a showing.&nbsp; “I have a feeling there might need to be security hired, or else you’d be brawling in no time fending off admirer’s advances.”<br><br>Jazz giggled as he spun her around and placed her on the bed.&nbsp; “With an impish smile and a batting of her lashes, “It would be a shame to not at least <em> try out </em> this bed…”&nbsp; She bounced just a little<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 18:03:36</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3598128#msg3598128">Quote from: kaz on 07-09-2010, 16:36:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Trina &amp; Mikael, small sitting room</em><br><br>Trina didn't need telling twice.&nbsp; She loved the cock MC had, it was long and thick and she had to struggle to get it in her mouth.&nbsp; She knelt between his legs and immediately got to work sucking on him.&nbsp; She sucked and licked, running her tongue along the shaft.&nbsp; She loved giving blowjobs, she loved the power she felt.&nbsp; She worked slowly, making the most of this, and hoping that he won the toss later when him and Mistress meet up.&nbsp; She loved him when he was in charge, so commanding, so assured.&nbsp; She continued to lap and lick, her hands stroking up his thighs and then cupping his balls, stroking, caressing them.&nbsp; She had him as deep in her mouth as she could before gagging.&nbsp; She was getting him very wet, her saliva dribbling from the sides of her mouth as she moved along the length of him, enjoying him in her mouth.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>MC reached over for a 'towel' they always had towels and such around one never knew what would need to be cleaned up and laid it on his suit pants.. "Have to be careful of stains before dinner.." after or during it would not matter... he leaned back and watched as she wrapped both her hands around his cock.. dam it felt good being blessed by god with such a powerfull instrument.. yeah Michaels was longer but then again his was thicker at least that was what Harriet had said... it actually hurt some times when he would fuck her tight ass and he had to be carefull...<br><br>"Oh yea Trina just like that take your time.." he sipped his drink pulling her off his cock he let some of the alcohol dribble on it then pushed her back down.. giving her a taste and causing a bit of burn... " Oh this is going to be a grand weekend..." he pulled her off his cock again.. " ya did not tell me who is supposed to be here this weekend..." Hatti had not had time to tell him on the phone...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 18:18:39</strong>
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				~Jazz and Jake ~ Just Killin time.... <br><br>He chuckled at his wife... and was trying to decide what he wanted.. did he want Jazz or Darlin.. "Fuck it I will have Darlin all weekend..." he shucked his cowboy hat off and then his vest... he quickly took the boots off and then his jeans.. now naked he dropped to his knees on the carpet and grabbed her ankles forcing her legs apart and up as he dove for her pussy...<br><br>He loved to lick pussy and more so... he knew her pussy and rosebud where good and clean... he let go of her ankles in the boots long enough to slip the little bit of covering she had on off and to the side then he dove in and started to lick and lap at her labia... "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" he moaned letting his lips lock on her clit that had swollen.. and then he was driving his tongue inside her and swhirling it round and round as he smiled and looked up at her.. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 21:28:40</strong>
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				<em>~Jazz and Jake ~ Just Killin time.... </em> <br><br>Watching from the bed, Jazz tried to decipher that laugh and see just what was going on in that sexy head of his.&nbsp; Her eyes widened as she was privy to the quick stripping of her husband.&nbsp; He seemed suddenly ravenous and she was grateful it was for <em> her. </em><br><br>She let out a delighted squeal as he spread her and began licking so intimately.&nbsp; The man had a talent with that delicious mouth that would leave her begging.&nbsp; His moan sent a vibration through Jazz that tantalized her nerve endings.&nbsp; She whimpered helpless under his exploration of her pussy.&nbsp; She reached down to gently weave her hands through his short hair.&nbsp; Her head pressed into the bed as her back arched in an attempt to give him even better access.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 23:00:17</strong>
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				<em>~Jazz and Jake ~ Just Killin time.... </em> <br><br>Jake smiled as he slid off the boots.. he would have loved to have her ride him with the boots and the hat but maybe another time... he kept licking and lapping at her pussy... sliding in and wiggling his tongue but then he moved out and started what he liked to call 'school time' he moved his tongue in an imatation of the alphabet each movement a letter and he kept it up... working her higher and higher ... and then when he knew she was close he attached her clit... licking and sucking for all he was worth...... his hands under her bottom now holding her up as he devoured her .... licking and loving her taste....
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 01:23:02</strong>
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				(ok forgive my absence I have been filming for the past eight days here. The life of porn actor aint what it is cracked up to be let me warn you all. Either way I will put my post here once i get time later tonight. It will be posted by 6am PST.)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 01:34:56</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3592265#msg3592265">Quote from: TheVillain on 06-09-2010, 09:32:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"<strong>I think we both know that if I turned the vibe-rider off you'd last, what, 10 more minutes before a break? Maybe 15?</strong>" he chuckles as he takes off his helmet himself, then snakes in underneath it to continue the kiss. Damn, crazy kids- this would get them caught one day but he didn't care. Not for even a moment. Gladly he goes along with the pull downward, speeding it up if anything as he goes to kiss her among the grass.<br><br>"<strong>Is that a complaint or a declaration, because the old ears aren't getting any younger.</strong>" he chuckles, a hand getting a bit fresh and feeling up her ass.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Dana rolled backward as Tommy's hand cupped her ass, pinning it between the fresh grass and the slick, dry leather that covered her firm bottom. "It's both," she purred seductively after their lips parted again, staring up at him with fierce, hungry eyes. Her hips writhed, caught between his hand and his body. Dana fumbled with her zipper, tugging her pants down. Her other hand slid up his neck, long nails digging possessively into his scalp as she pulled him closer.<br>"I want your cock in my mouth," she whispered in his ear, her voice hoarse with hunger. "Come feed your little <em>bitch</em>, Master!" Her breath was hot and ragged on his skin.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3596112#msg3596112">Quote from: kaz on 07-09-2010, 04:43:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Harri &amp; Emma, Master Bedroom, ensuite</em><br><br>Harri smiled at Emma, she was very fond of the girl.&nbsp; She had settled in with them so very well.&nbsp; "You are elegant Emma, now stop that sort of talk or i will lock you in the cage tonight and offer you out to the guests as after dinner entertainment." She warned her, but she knew she would probably enjoy that.&nbsp; Little slut that she was.&nbsp; When Emma asked her to move forward she did so, sighing as her fingers worked the tightness out.&nbsp; "I hope Lex arrives soon, I want you both dressed and helping Trina serve dinner.&nbsp; Tomorrow night you two are going to be the platters" she told her.&nbsp; She knew the girl liked that, being laid on the table and covered in food as the guests ate off her.&nbsp; She enjoyed displaying the girls, they were both such good little pets.<br><br>.... She sighed as EMma worked her with expert hands.&nbsp; "You are so good at that EMma, but we must get out and prepare." She said with a hint of regret.&nbsp; She could have enjoyed the girl today, she needed her body serving.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Platters? Are we short on plates again, Mistress?" Emma teased. Her hands slowed at Mistress' command, though not without considerable regret. Longingly, she ran her fingers down to the flare of Harri's hips before letting go, then rose quickly to her feet and escaped the tub. She grabbed a lusciously fluffy towel from the rack, carelessly rubbing herself dry. "I'll tell Lex about the dress code, Mistress," she added, "Oh, and in case my mouth should be used for something other than talking all weekend -" she blew Harri a kiss - "I love you, Mistress!"<br>Towel flung over her shoulder, the little blonde pet sashayed out the door, looking for her fellow toys.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 05:12:23</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3599809#msg3599809">Quote from: Rog the Rake on 07-09-2010, 23:00:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>~Jazz and Jake ~ Just Killin time.... </em> <br><br>Jake smiled as he slid off the boots.. he would have loved to have her ride him with the boots and the hat but maybe another time... he kept licking and lapping at her pussy... sliding in and wiggling his tongue but then he moved out and started what he liked to call 'school time' he moved his tongue in an imatation of the alphabet each movement a letter and he kept it up... working her higher and higher ... and then when he knew she was close he attached her clit... licking and sucking for all he was worth...... his hands under her bottom now holding her up as he devoured her .... licking and loving her taste....<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>“Damn!!”&nbsp; Jazz exclaimed as her husband assaulted her so expertly with his amazing tongue.&nbsp; When he did this move it always left her breathless and this was so different.&nbsp; He had her whimpering and moaning in turn.<br><br>His timing was always so superb she wondered if he was part psychic.&nbsp; Her hands were balling up the bed coverings with her fists as she fought for a decent breathing pattern.&nbsp; She screamed out his name much louder than she would ever want to in someone else’s home.&nbsp; He made her come in torrents; wave after wave rushed over her as the orgasm wracked her core. But that was how mad he drove her, she lost all her senses.&nbsp; <br><br>“Jake!&nbsp; Please, I want you inside of me.&nbsp; I want your cock pounding into me…&nbsp; Please…”&nbsp; She was begging and had no shame on it.&nbsp; All shame or propriety escaped as she gropped to try and encourage him to give her more satisfaction.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 12:21:30</strong>
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				~~ Jake and Jazz ~~ Killing time...&nbsp; and what&nbsp; way to do it..<br><br>Jazz did not need to beg he was hard as a fist of Iron again, of course the fact that for the weekend had was 'suplimating' did not hurt. It also did not hurt if you ONLY did it ever so often, years ago Michael had found this doctor in Europe the guy was brilliant and found a way to manipulate some protein or something .. anyway the effects where that for 72 hours any man could have multiple errections and there semen production was trippled if not more ... each time that fucked there body would go into overdrive to produce OF course they had to also make certain NOT to skimp on meals... so he would be eating a lot more this weekend and not just pussy.<br><br>Standing he let go of his wives ankles and showed her just how hard and thick he was... "Ya don't need to beg this time Jazz.. but maybe later ...." then he flipped her so she was on her knees.. on the edge of the bed.. he loved this position... his hand moved to her hair and he gripped it as he placed one on her waiste and slowly dipped then slipped his cock into her cunt... "Oh FUCK..." she was warm wet and tight... he kept going until he felt his balls hit flesh and then he started to pump in and out of her... taking her slow... the fucking faster.. and faster... "fuck me back Jazz .. " he said.. as he let go of her hair an used both hands on her hips...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 16:08:00</strong>
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				<em> ~~ Jake and Jazz ~~ Killing time... 'til dinner </em><br><br>As she was coming down Jazz opened her eyes when Jake let go of her ankles.&nbsp; Peeking through dark lashes she saw just what he was displaying for her and gasped.<br><br>Before she could take a breath, she was flipped on her knees with him on her.&nbsp; Her heart was pounding in her head as she felt him enter.&nbsp; She was wet, dripping wet.&nbsp; Her inner muscles seized and contracted when he first penetrated.&nbsp; Though he was forceful, he was also tuned in to her body.&nbsp; He went slowly at first to let her get use to his rock hard cock.&nbsp; With every inch another whimper sounded as she delighted in him filling her cunt.<br><br>As he sped up , Jazz finally got into the rhythm.&nbsp; She tilted her hips, soon catching on to the speed that he had set.&nbsp; When he let go of her hair Jazz’s head dipped down and she balanced more on her hands.&nbsp; “Yess…”&nbsp; She gasped as perspiration glistened all over her body as he slammed into her over and over.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 17:15:56</strong>
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				<em><strong>~Jake and Jazz~ Killing time the good way</strong></em><br><br>Jake was proud of how he had been able to keep his body and the shape his wife was in.. he smiled.. he knew some of the hands he had hired were envious of Jazz..&nbsp; he smiled.. working his legs as he slid in and out of her.. one hand moved to the small of her back and caressed her.. that he was able to fuck her and touch her was something that she was in awe of the first time.. that he flet like he was simply calming a wild filly was something he never told her.. <br><br>"God your so tight.." and she was .. some sort of 'excercise' she did that kept her nice and tight no matter how many times he entered her... he himself had a good sweat going and with a bit of a wicked look he took his other thumb and just 'toyed' with her rosebud... he did not shove it on or anything but rather ran the finger around and around as he slid in and out of her... pumping... pumpping.. pumppping...&nbsp; building closer and closer.. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 19:32:06</strong>
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				<br>Even with the force he pumped in and out of her there was a gentleness in Jake’s extra touch.&nbsp; These were the types of things he showed to her behind closed doors that endured him to her.&nbsp; Not everyone saw this side of him.&nbsp; The warmth that came even in an act that others might see as carnal and frenzied.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled as he delighted in her ability to keep toned&nbsp; <em> everywhere. </em>&nbsp; There were some exercises that only women needed to do.&nbsp; Jazz had, even before learning of her pregnancy.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a moment to sweep her hair to the side Jazz looked back at her husband.&nbsp; He looked so marvelous, masterful as he continued to thrust into her.&nbsp; But her attention was soon caught as was the breath in her throat as he had yet another treat for her.&nbsp; A throaty moan came as she concentrated on moving with him.&nbsp; Body reacted to every intricate motion from the stalwart man behind her.&nbsp; Jazz’s mind nearly shut down with the erotic sensations washing over her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 19:50:38</strong>
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				~~Jake and Jazz ~~ Killin time...<br><br>Jake smiled at his wife.. "Do ya like that Jazz... " he moved his thumb sucked it and then carefully put it back inserting it slowly as he pumped into her.. 'anal play' was new to them and he had been working her into it.. this weekend he was hoping to have her enjoy the feel of two cocks in her and maybe three.. he could picture his lovely wife a cock in her pussy and another in her ass .. then ... her lips wrapped around a third.. or.. he smiled.. would it a cock her lips were on?<br><br>He wanted to hear her ask.. not beg.. but ask for it.. and he just was slow and patient....
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 20:29:10</strong>
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				<em>Alexandra seeks out Harriet</em><br><br>Poking her head around the corner of the master bedroom door, Alexandra sighted Harriet.&nbsp; Stepping into the room, in her jeans and tanktop, holding a small bag, she quirked one eyebrow.&nbsp; "I'm ready for my mission, if I care to accept it," she told her mistress.&nbsp; Cracking the knuckles of one hand and then the other she waited.&nbsp; <br><br>{{wasn't sure if you caught my earlier post}}
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 00:48:42</strong>
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				<em> ~~Jake and Jazz ~~ Killin time... </em><br><br>Hot fingers like electricity shivered down her spine as Jake toyed with her.&nbsp; She’d never imagined the added pleasure, until recently, that could be experienced by letting down her boundaries.<br><br>She lowered down to her forearms, the new angle giving another amazing thing to feel.&nbsp; Her other reason to move was to give Jake a better vantage point for what he was doing to her.&nbsp; “Yesss…”&nbsp; She hissed out an answer to his question.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 04:09:59</strong>
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				~Jake and Jazz~<br><br>Jake he removed his cock from her pussy and placed the head where his thumb was... he knew she was not expecting this and he was ready to stop should she say... but he wanted to open her up.. he wanted the first cock in her ass this weekend to be his.. he was slick from her sex but still he spit into his hand and stroked his cock.. then he pushed the head into her ... slowly... very slowly and even more careful.. "Push back.. pull me in..." he said...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 10:06:38</strong>
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				Tommy let his hands off of her ass he he gets up to his knees, starting on his own zippers. His fly opens and he reaches inside to pull out that famous, big, and thick cock.<br><br>"<strong>I don't know, have you been a good bitch? Why don't you show me wit ha bit of a show?</strong>" Tommy chuckles as he undoes the clasp of his pants. When his cock finally gets free it shows that it's at least part way erect already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 16:42:55</strong>
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				<em> ~Jake and Jazz~ </em><br><br>A small discouraged sigh came from Jazz as her husband pulled all the way out without the intention of returning.&nbsp; She knew right away what he wanted next and was still learning to relax during anal.&nbsp; Though her tense muscles seemed to enhance his own experience, she’d yet to come to orgasm with <em> only </em> anal stimuli.<br><br>There was a swift intake of breath when the tip of his cock pushed inside her.&nbsp; Willing herself to relax, Jazz’s eyes were closed tightly as she nodded silently to Jake.&nbsp; Doing as he softly instructed, his dutiful wife pushed her hips back toward him to allow him further access.&nbsp; She knew it was best to take it slow at first, and she did.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 18:02:24</strong>
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				~Jazz and Jake ~<br><br>Jake knew his wife did not enjoy MUCH this form and he had an idea.. he slowly removed his cock from her ass and then flipped her on her back.. he leaned down kissing her then bit her nipples.. "One second.." he moved and got a bottle of stimulating lubrication... and then moved to her.. he coated his cock good from base to tip and then he rubbed her clit and pussy with the excess.. "lift your legs up and grip your ankles " he directed her.. she smiled and did as he asked and then he pushed her back some and so he could see her rose-bud and again started to insert his cock.. ONLY this time as she held her ankles for him he also started to play with her pussy... rubbing and stroking as he started to slide his cock into her ass....
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 18:10:53</strong>
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				<em>Harriet, Master Bedroom</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Poking her head around the corner of the master bedroom door, Alexandra sighted Harriet.&nbsp; Stepping into the room, in her jeans and tanktop, holding a small bag, she quirked one eyebrow.&nbsp; "I'm ready for my mission, if I care to accept it," she told her mistress.&nbsp; Cracking the knuckles of one hand and then the other she waited.&nbsp; </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Harri looked up at the voice and smiled, standing.&nbsp; She ahd been at her dressing table, brushing her hair, "Alex girl, I was wondering where you were" she said, smiling, "I think&nbsp; Emma is looking for you, but whilst your here, be a darling and come and sort my hair out, I want something sexy and sleek" she told her, giving her a look.&nbsp; "Oh and strip please, I do like looking at you" she told her, pulling her close for a passionate kiss and a squeeze of her arse.<br><br>~~~<br><br><em> Trina, small sitting room</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">MC reached over for a 'towel' they always had towels and such around one never knew what would need to be cleaned up and laid it on his suit pants.. "Have to be careful of stains before dinner.." after or during it would not matter... he leaned back and watched as she wrapped both her hands around his cock.. dam it felt good being blessed by god with such a powerfull instrument.. yeah Michaels was longer but then again his was thicker at least that was what Harriet had said... it actually hurt some times when he would fuck her tight ass and he had to be carefull...<br><br>"Oh yea Trina just like that take your time.." he sipped his drink pulling her off his cock he let some of the alcohol dribble on it then pushed her back down.. giving her a taste and causing a bit of burn... " Oh this is going to be a grand weekend..." he pulled her off his cock again.. " ya did not tell me who is supposed to be here this weekend..." Hatti had not had time to tell him on the phone...</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Trina groaned as she lapped at the alcohol on his cock, tasting the it, feeling it burn.&nbsp; She looked at him, "fuck my mouth with your hard cock Master" she whispered, always the good little slut.&nbsp; Especially for him...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 04:44:24</strong>
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				<br>“Ahhh..”&nbsp; Came an shocked outburst of sound and breath as Jazz was astonish to suddenly to be on her back.&nbsp; But one thing she had learn to expect, especially lately, from her husband, surprised.&nbsp; He was then kissing her, Jazz took the opportunity to wrap her arms about him as she tasted her own juices in his mouth.&nbsp; It was something that she found she enjoyed more than she’d have ever would have thought.<br><br>His kisses traveled down her neck and throat to her breasts.&nbsp; Her husband had learned over the years how much she reacted to having her nipples licked and sucked.&nbsp; She’d even come to orgasm just from enough attention paid to them.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a slightly confused look that played upon her face as Jake rose from the bed.&nbsp; She watched with a curious look as he coated his own cock with the lubricant.&nbsp; It was strangely erotic to watch him touching himself.&nbsp; <br><br>With an adventurous smile, she did as he asked.&nbsp; Jazz wasn’t exactly sure what she was in store for but trusted him.&nbsp; The sensations in both areas, especially the stimulating feeling as his cock was inserted again, made her squirm, but in a good way.&nbsp; Her head fell back and she soaked up all the attention his body was paying to hers.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 07:27:37</strong>
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				<em>Dana and Tommy, Roadside</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3607704#msg3607704">Quote from: TheVillain on 09-09-2010, 10:06:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tommy let his hands off of her ass he he gets up to his knees, starting on his own zippers. His fly opens and he reaches inside to pull out that famous, big, and thick cock.<br><br>"<strong>I don't know, have you been a good bitch? Why don't you show me wit ha bit of a show?</strong>" Tommy chuckles as he undoes the clasp of his pants. When his cock finally gets free it shows that it's at least part way erect already.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Master's little bitch gonna get <em>bitchier</em> if you hold out on me," Dana snapped, laughing. Her heels found purchase on the ground; she thrust her bared hips upward, one hand pulling her labia apart to display her dripping wetness. "But I don't remember taking my birth control pill today," she said slyly, targeting his fetish. "Maybe you'd better not." She wriggled out from under him, rising to her knees; the hand on her crotch moved to his, her slick fingers sliding wetly around his head before gripping the shaft softly. "Who knows what might happen if you fucked me now?" she purred, her eyes half-lidded, her lips tilted to his. Her other hand gripped his and ran it over the taut flatness of her belly, inviting him to imagine her empty womb filled, her gorgeous figure carrying his child.<br><br><br><br><em>Emma, outside Raymond's bedroom</em><br><br>A quick note over the mansion's intercom had alerted Emma that Lex was now in Mistress' possession. Supplied with new orders, the petite slave had applied her make-up with practiced rapidity and combed her hair into an artfully tousled style that suggested she was fresh from a romp in the bedroom. Wearing six-inch black stilettos, a black leather collar,&nbsp; and a matching set of onyx earrings, Emma tottered quickly toward Raymond's bedroom, clad only in a dark, pornographically short halter dress (http://www.wickedtemptations.com/cowl-halter-dress-135970-prd1.htm) whose v-neck plunged past her gem-studded navel. With every step, the dress fluttered, casually revealing the blonde's pink, perky nipples. In her finely manicured hands, she clutched a small bucket of ice containing an old vintage of a wine the house staff suspected Mr. Jacobs enjoyed. The condensation beaded on her fingers and long, bright blue nails.<br>Click-click-click went her heels on the floor. Before becoming one of the Darlings' toys, Emma could have counted the times she'd worn high heels on one hand - she'd always been a bit of a tomboy at heart, with good, gamine legs for running and a strong pitching arm. Master and Mistress had complimented her on how quickly she picked up the skill of walking in high heels, but Emma suspected that, with punishments like whippings and brutal sodomy, she owed most of her success to her teachers.<br>Emma pivoted before the door. She shivered a little in trepidation. Mr. Jacobs was a new guest - who could know what he would do to her? Some of her best - and worst - nights had happened behind a door in this hallway. Nervously, she put a hand to her mouth and breathed on it - her breath was still minty fresh. She'd downed practically half a box of the sugar-free mints, but she couldn't resist checking - it was one of her little nervous habits. <em>I'm sweating</em>, she thought irrationally, and pressed the cold bucket into the bare valley of her cleavage.<br><br><em>Ok. It's showtime</em>, she told herself after a moment.<br><br>She rapped on the door, full of bravado, and knelt before it, her ankles under her bottom, her knees wide apart, the bucket between them doing more to preserve her scant modesty than the dress did. Drops of water ran down her cleavage. She was committed now - no backing out, no running to Mistress and begging for another task. Her fate and her body were now under someone else's control - and just as it had every day for the last two years, that knowledge set her libido afire.<br><br><em>Hello, Mr. Jacobs, I'm here to fuck your brains out!</em> she thought, a small smile decorating her lush red lips as she waited eagerly for him to answer the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 09:33:31</strong>
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				"<strong>You are a devil-woman.</strong>" he growls as he goes to a different tactic. From coy joker to animal-man as he goes for a quick pounce.<br><br>He gets his jacket off quickly with a smirk.<br><br>"<strong>You really know what to say to make things worse. Or better. Whatever.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 10:42:57</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3612323#msg3612323">Quote from: TheVillain on 10-09-2010, 09:33:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"<strong>You are a devil-woman.</strong>" he growls as he goes to a different tactic. From coy joker to animal-man as he goes for a quick pounce.<br><br>He gets his jacket off quickly with a smirk.<br><br>"<strong>You really know what to say to make things worse. Or better. Whatever.</strong>"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Dana tried to wriggle away, crawling on hands and knees, her tight leather pants tangled unyieldingly around mid-thigh. "Oh, <em>now</em> I have your interest, do I?" she teased, unable to hide her thrill at unleashing his darker side. "Come tame your devil-pet, Tommy!" she added, snatching his jacket off the ground and holding it before her like a shield. "A lil' slut like me doesn't surrender to motherhood without a struggle!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 11:06:32</strong>
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				Slapping away the jacket, Tommy starts manhandling her with gusto- prying her pants off completely with an excited look on his face. He's not going to stop until all her clothes are off and she better figure that out damn quick.<br><br>"<strong>You always have my interest doll, just gotta surprise you some how.</strong>" he snickers. Going from prying to flat out pulling her pants and panties off of her.<br><br>"<strong>And you can struggle all you like, don't pretend you won't be loving ever second.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 12:31:02</strong>
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				Raymond &amp; Emma – Ray’s Bedroom<br><br>After a bit of wandering, Raymond found himself back in his bedroom and questioning his resolve. He knew the idea of doing what he was here to do was both exhilarating and slightly unsettling. He was a fan of women, no doubt, but trussed about in such a way…? Was that really his thing? He’d saw the woman in the cowboy hat earlier and had to admit, leather did work well with some people. The thought brought a chuckle out of him before a knock on his door broke him from his daydreaming.<br><br>He was about to ask who it was, then shook his head. Whoever it was had to be there for something or another and this place wasn’t his. He figured it was Trina there to let him know dinner was ready or something. Imagine his surprise as he saw a woman kneeling with a bottle of wine in a bucket. Tanned skin, and looking like she already had a snack…if she was at his door like that, then he figured someone sent her. At first he was at a bit of a loss, but soon answered the kneeling figure “Well…hi. Are you here for me?” His slight embarrassment showed, as it wasn’t everyday in even his above-normal life that he was left with a woman on his doorstep.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 14:59:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3611400#msg3611400">Quote from: jazz on 10-09-2010, 04:44:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Ahhh..”&nbsp; Came an shocked outburst of sound and breath as Jazz was astonish to suddenly to be on her back.&nbsp; But one thing she had learn to expect, especially lately, from her husband, surprised.&nbsp; He was then kissing her, Jazz took the opportunity to wrap her arms about him as she tasted her own juices in his mouth.&nbsp; It was something that she found she enjoyed more than she’d have ever would have thought.<br><br>His kisses traveled down her neck and throat to her breasts.&nbsp; Her husband had learned over the years how much she reacted to having her nipples licked and sucked.&nbsp; She’d even come to orgasm just from enough attention paid to them.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a slightly confused look that played upon her face as Jake rose from the bed.&nbsp; She watched with a curious look as he coated his own cock with the lubricant.&nbsp; It was strangely erotic to watch him touching himself.&nbsp; <br><br>With an adventurous smile, she did as he asked.&nbsp; Jazz wasn’t exactly sure what she was in store for but trusted him.&nbsp; The sensations in both areas, especially the stimulating feeling as his cock was inserted again, made her squirm, but in a good way.&nbsp; Her head fell back and she soaked up all the attention his body was paying to hers.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jake was loving the fact that his wife was really starting to get into his needs and he hopped they would soon become her own he kept sliding in and out of her tight ass... .o0(dam she is tight here and there and everywhere) he was really one fucking lucky man and he never forgot to thank the lord above for what he had given him. Nor did he forget to thank his wife.. he kept rubbing her pussy and started to finger fuck it as he fucked her ass.. "Bet you can't wait to have something more then a finger in here .... and another cock in here.." he twisted his hip as he fucked her.. that was one of the big things for the evening a nice double fuck of his wife.. cock in pussy and ass.. but just one of them... <br><br>Moving his other hand he started to toy with her nipples pulling and tugging on them... he was coming close to his end and he wanted her to grip him... she had never yet climaxed from his anal fuck.. and he was hopping this position would change that...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 21:28:09</strong>
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				<br>Her back arched in response to the stimuli Jake was giving her.&nbsp; It was nearly over whelming.&nbsp; Jazz’s body begun to tremor under the attention.&nbsp; She wasn’t certain if it was the lube or his magical fingers that seemed to push her psychologically over her aversions to anal sex.&nbsp; But her body was finally reacting in the ways Jake had promised when he’d first broached the subject.<br><br>For the first time she was actually considering the idea of more than just her husband touching her.&nbsp; It seemed to be what he wanted, but if it was going to feel anything l,ike this she would give it much more consideration.<br><br>“Yess, Jake More, please faster…”&nbsp; She asked breathlessly as tears of sheer ecstasy collected in the corners of her eyes<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 23:48:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3608808#msg3608808">Quote from: kaz on 09-09-2010, 18:10:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Harriet, Master Bedroom</em><br><br>Harri looked up at the voice and smiled, standing.&nbsp; She ahd been at her dressing table, brushing her hair, "Alex girl, I was wondering where you were" she said, smiling, "I think&nbsp; Emma is looking for you, but whilst your here, be a darling and come and sort my hair out, I want something sexy and sleek" she told her, giving her a look.&nbsp; "Oh and strip please, I do like looking at you" she told her, pulling her close for a passionate kiss and a squeeze of her arse.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Lexi smiled at Harriet as she walked in.&nbsp; She liked the woman.&nbsp; She would have to, to do this kind of 'work' for them, she had no reason to take it otherwise.&nbsp; Sure the money was nice, but Alexandra wasn't so down on her luck she had no choice.&nbsp; She liked getting paid for being a bad girl, that's all.<br><br>"Naked hairdressing, that's a new one," Alex said as she peeled off her tanktop and tossed it to the side. Though she made much of her living dancing, she sometimes liked to just get down to business.&nbsp; Reaching behind her she undid her bra and wiggled out of it, watching Harriet the whole time.<br><br>"So what's on the menu this weekend?" she asked casually.&nbsp; She wasn't diffident as a good slave should be, she knew.&nbsp; But she never worried about that until someone decided to make a point of it.&nbsp; And even then she was mouthy.&nbsp; Alexandra made quick work of her jeans, stripping them down and standing in her black lace panties. She kept those on, for whatever reason.<br><br>Her hands went straight into Harriet's hair, parting it the way she liked best and considering, watching her mistress's eyes in the mirror.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 23:54:04</strong>
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				Jake smiled and picked up his pace... working his cock in her faster and his fingers faster on her clit he used his thumb to stroke and rub... and with his other hand he started to PULL on her nipples the left then the right the left then right right then left ... his hips were rocking and the bed was rolling and he was in heaven... "Oh fuck Jazz... yeah so close so close honey... fuck ..." he was holding back now concentrating on making her cum.. he wanted her to cum before he did... he smiled down at her.. "I love you.." he said...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 23:59:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3608808#msg3608808">Quote from: kaz on 09-09-2010, 18:10:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em> Trina, small sitting room</em><br><br>Trina groaned as she lapped at the alcohol on his cock, tasting the it, feeling it burn.&nbsp; She looked at him, "fuck my mouth with your hard cock Master" she whispered, always the good little slut.&nbsp; Especially for him...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mikael looked at her and pulled his cock out.. he patted her head.. "I think I am going to save that for later Trina" he put his cock away.. " I do not want to get the suit stained and I know how you love to salivate and I love it when you do ... right now I want to know who is going to be here this weekend and as I have asked TWICE and you have yet to tell me... I am not happy..." he looked at her.. " Get the paddle..." he told her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 00:15:53</strong>
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				<em>Harriet, with Lxi in the Master Bedroom</em><br><br>Harriet watched Laxi undress in the mirror.&nbsp; She had a good body.&nbsp; “You girls are too be smartly dressed tonight, seductive, short and showing off your bodies” she told her.&nbsp; Lexi wasn't like Emma, infact she liked to be bad, Hari knew this, and she found it very arousing.<br><br>“Dinner is at 7.30.&nbsp; I have no ideas what we will do after, but I am sure we will think of something.&nbsp; If one of your girls misbehaves over dinner we will have to punish you in front of everyone” she warned her, knowing Lex would probably enjoy that.<br><br>She watched as she worked her hair, “sleek, sexy and simple Lex I think.” She said to her, smiling at her.&nbsp; “As for what's on, the usual, we'll see who arrived tonight and then hope Master makes it back in time.&nbsp; If not I will have to run it.&nbsp; Unless Mikael arrives.”&nbsp; She didn't know he wasn't down stairs.<br><br><br><em>Trina, downstairs with Mikale</em><br><br>Trina pouted as he withdrew his cock, her eyes showing her disappointment.&nbsp; She smiled at his mention of her dribbling she certainly did that.&nbsp; And she knew he loved it.&nbsp; When he said about the paddle and her not telling him who was here she gulped, catching her bottom lips between her teeth.&nbsp; “I am sorry Master” she said, standing and fetching the paddle that was kept on the side.&nbsp; “A mixed bag, Master Jake and his Jazz, Master Tommy and Dana, Master Raymond is here.&nbsp; There are others, but so far those are the only ones I know are coming.” She said to him, offering the paddle and then laying over his lap, and lifting her hem up and waiting, she knew what to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 00:25:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3615103#msg3615103">Quote from: kaz on 11-09-2010, 00:15:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Harriet, with Lxi in the Master Bedroom</em><br><br>Harriet watched Laxi undress in the mirror.&nbsp; She had a good body.&nbsp; “You girls are too be smartly dressed tonight, seductive, short and showing off your bodies” she told her.&nbsp; Lexi wasn't like Emma, infact she liked to be bad, Hari knew this, and she found it very arousing.<br><br>“Dinner is at 7.30.&nbsp; I have no ideas what we will do after, but I am sure we will think of something.&nbsp; If one of your girls misbehaves over dinner we will have to punish you in front of everyone” she warned her, knowing Lex would probably enjoy that.<br><br>She watched as she worked her hair, “sleek, sexy and simple Lex I think.” She said to her, smiling at her.&nbsp; “As for what's on, the usual, we'll see who arrived tonight and then hope Master makes it back in time.&nbsp; If not I will have to run it.&nbsp; Unless Mikael arrives.”&nbsp; She didn't know he wasn't down stairs.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Alexandra made quick, stylish work of Harriet's hair.&nbsp; It was something she just knew how to do, and she knew what would look best on her mistress.&nbsp; Lex just smirked at Harriet's warning about her behavior.&nbsp; They both knew that wasn't much of a deterrent for Lex, but they also knew the guests would be just as happy to see some punishment as well.<br><br>"So, am I to dress myself?" she asked as she stepped away, checking Harriet's reaction to her hair.&nbsp; "Or is there something chosen for me?"&nbsp; That was a part of the deal she didn't mind at all, being dressed like a doll.&nbsp; Clearly she liked being controlled as much as she liked setting the stage herself.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 00:30:55</strong>
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				Harriet nodded, yes that was good.&nbsp; "Thats perfect Lex," she said, "you're house sister has it for you.&nbsp; I told her what I wanted" so go and find her and I will dress and head down stairs to greet the guests." She told Lexi, catching her hand in hers, "I cant wait to spank you Lex, I know you will be bad.&nbsp; &nbsp;And I will enjoy trying to teach you a lesson." She said, winking at her as she stood and tapped the girl on the bum.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 00:59:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3615029#msg3615029">Quote from: Rog the Rake on 10-09-2010, 23:54:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jake smiled and picked up his pace... working his cock in her faster and his fingers faster on her clit he used his thumb to stroke and rub... and with his other hand he started to PULL on her nipples the left then the right the left then right right then left ... his hips were rocking and the bed was rolling and he was in heaven... "Oh fuck Jazz... yeah so close so close honey... fuck ..." he was holding back now concentrating on making her cum.. he wanted her to cum before he did... he smiled down at her.. "I love you.." he said...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>She had no idea how he could be so damn coordinated, when her mind was like pudding.&nbsp; Her grip on her ankles grew tighter as she began to finally feel herself pass the climax Jake had been working her towards.&nbsp; <br><br>Jazz wasn’t certain if it was just her getting use to the new ideas or the position he had her in or the combination of him working her like a musical instrument.&nbsp; But her body was finally responding.&nbsp; Her head went back and forth on the bed as she felt like an explosion was wracking through her.&nbsp; “Jake!…”&nbsp; She wasn’t certain if he could hear her through her panting madly for breath.&nbsp; <br><br>The loving words had penetrated somehow and she melted.&nbsp; Did he know the power he had over her when he was so damn sweet?&nbsp; Her eyes blinked, trying to focus as she smiled, "Love you too, Jake"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 01:24:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3615164#msg3615164">Quote from: kaz on 11-09-2010, 00:30:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Harriet nodded, yes that was good.&nbsp; "Thats perfect Lex," she said, "you're house sister has it for you.&nbsp; I told her what I wanted" so go and find her and I will dress and head down stairs to greet the guests." She told Lexi, catching her hand in hers, "I cant wait to spank you Lex, I know you will be bad.&nbsp; &nbsp;And I will enjoy trying to teach you a lesson." She said, winking at her as she stood and tapped the girl on the bum.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Alex nodded. She never needed to be given instructions twice ... unless she didn't feel like following them.&nbsp; She was leaving the room when Harriet caught her hand and gave her a little warning.&nbsp; Alexandra smiled, the idea was already getting her aroused.&nbsp; "You can certainly try," she warned her mistress.&nbsp; They both knew it would have to be a serious spanking to get through to Lex.&nbsp; Pulling her hand away she laughed and slipped out of the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 01:34:30</strong>
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				<em>Dana and Tommy, Roadside</em><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3612454#msg3612454">Quote from: TheVillain on 10-09-2010, 11:06:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Slapping away the jacket, Tommy starts manhandling her with gusto- prying her pants off completely with an excited look on his face. He's not going to stop until all her clothes are off and she better figure that out damn quick.<br><br>"<strong>You always have my interest doll, just gotta surprise you some how.</strong>" he snickers. Going from prying to flat out pulling her pants and panties off of her.<br><br>"<strong>And you can struggle all you like, don't pretend you won't be loving ever second.</strong>"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Dana yelped as he attacked her, falling backward from her crouch as his strong hands pulled her legs straight, sliding her pants down to her ankles. "Careful!" she taunted, resting her weight on one elbow, her heels entangled in her pants as he tore them away. "I can put up a good fight, mister!" she added, wiping long dark bangs away from her wide, rich brown eyes. It was a blatant lie - Dana was a fit girl, with toned, gorgeous thighs, but Tommy practically made his living lifting weights; he could throw her around like a rag doll, and she loved it when he did.<br>She rolled over and tugged, her heels finally popping out of her pants, her knees smeared with dirt. She felt like a little girl again, playing outside in the grass, and loved it.<br><br><br><em>Emma and Raymond, Darlings' Mansion</em><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3612613#msg3612613">Quote from: Writersblockade on 10-09-2010, 12:31:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Raymond &amp; Emma – Ray’s Bedroom<br><br>After a bit of wandering, Raymond found himself back in his bedroom and questioning his resolve. He knew the idea of doing what he was here to do was both exhilarating and slightly unsettling. He was a fan of women, no doubt, but trussed about in such a way…? Was that really his thing? He’d saw the woman in the cowboy hat earlier and had to admit, leather did work well with some people. The thought brought a chuckle out of him before a knock on his door broke him from his daydreaming.<br><br>He was about to ask who it was, then shook his head. Whoever it was had to be there for something or another and this place wasn’t his. He figured it was Trina there to let him know dinner was ready or something. Imagine his surprise as he saw a woman kneeling with a bottle of wine in a bucket. Tanned skin, and looking like she already had a snack…if she was at his door like that, then he figured someone sent her. At first he was at a bit of a loss, but soon answered the kneeling figure “Well…hi. Are you here for me?” His slight embarrassment showed, as it wasn’t everyday in even his above-normal life that he was left with a woman on his doorstep. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Yes I am, Mr. Jacobs," Emma said, flashing a disarming smile. "My name is Emma; I belong to Mr. and Mrs. Darling. Mrs. Darling asked me to entertain you until the other guests arrived." Her smile broadened, and a hint of a genuine giggle infected her voice. "She didn't say <em>how</em>!" She gave him a slyly naughty look. "The house staff informed me that you have been known to enjoy a good Riesling. I brought a 1998 Alsace&nbsp; dry for your sampling; may I come in?" <br><br><em>He is a very handsome man</em>, she thought delightedly. <em>Mistress has such good taste!</em> His embarrassment intrigued Emma, since she enjoyed naïveté in her partners; after all, Master and Mistress had taught her so much she could pass on to others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 01:39:34</strong>
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				<em>Alexandra goes down to greet the guests</em><br><br>Finding Emma had already moved on to entertaining the guests, Alexandra decided to take care fo dressing herself.&nbsp; Maybe it wasn't exactly what her mistress had laid out, but then again they didn't employ Alexandra because she liked to follow their rules.&nbsp; They employed her because she was so good at breaking them.&nbsp; Lex picked her own outfit out from the large selection available to her.&nbsp; It was one she had worn before, she knew it would look good.&nbsp; The mistress had said to wear something short ... but well this one did have a zipper, so what was the difference?<br><br>Coming down the main staircase, Alexandra kept her eyes downcast, her makeup dark, her demeanor subdued as she stood and waited for direction.&nbsp; The beginning of a weekend was always one of the best parts, with the anticipation in the air.<br>(http://www.myfetishdiary.com/hosted/045/001.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 01:51:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3615103#msg3615103">Quote from: kaz on 11-09-2010, 00:15:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><em>Trina, downstairs with Mikale</em><br><br>Trina pouted as he withdrew his cock, her eyes showing her disappointment.&nbsp; She smiled at his mention of her dribbling she certainly did that.&nbsp; And she knew he loved it.&nbsp; When he said about the paddle and her not telling him who was here she gulped, catching her bottom lips between her teeth.&nbsp; “I am sorry Master” she said, standing and fetching the paddle that was kept on the side.&nbsp; “A mixed bag, Master Jake and his Jazz, Master Tommy and Dana, Master Raymond is here.&nbsp; There are others, but so far those are the only ones I know are coming.” She said to him, offering the paddle and then laying over his lap, and lifting her hem up and waiting, she knew what to do.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mikale ran his hand over her ass... "Dam... " he slapped it not with the paddle.. "Off " he said and grabbed her hair.. he bent her over the chair.. " I told you I did not want to get my suit soiled.." he grabbed her chin.. " we both know how wet you get from a good spanking" and the he was rubbing her ass and laying into it.. ever third stroke he would stop and rub her bottom massaging it.... then back to spanking.... he did this for a good ten minutes .. and then he stopped and worked his hand tween her legs testing how wet she was....
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 01:55:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3615252#msg3615252">Quote from: jazz on 11-09-2010, 00:59:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>She had no idea how he could be so damn coordinated, when her mind was like pudding.&nbsp; Her grip on her ankles grew tighter as she began to finally feel herself pass the climax Jake had been working her towards.&nbsp; <br><br>Jazz wasn’t certain if it was just her getting use to the new ideas or the position he had her in or the combination of him working her like a musical instrument.&nbsp; But her body was finally responding.&nbsp; Her head went back and forth on the bed as she felt like an explosion was wracking through her.&nbsp; “Jake!…”&nbsp; She wasn’t certain if he could hear her through her panting madly for breath.&nbsp; <br><br>The loving words had penetrated somehow and she melted.&nbsp; Did he know the power he had over her when he was so damn sweet?&nbsp; Her eyes blinked, trying to focus as she smiled, "Love you too, Jake"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jake smiled and looked down and then he felt her ass clench and her cunt around his fingers and he smiled broader as he let his own body go and his cock expand and fill her bottom with his hot thick seed... "Oh fuck... yeah..." he did not stop from fucking her long deep strokes now.. his fingers still rubbing her clit but his hand let go of her nipples as he fought for control... his body shaking and his knees getting a bit weak from release...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 02:54:05</strong>
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				<br>That damn smile could melt her.&nbsp; As she gasped for breath a wicked smile came to her face as she saw his expression.&nbsp; As he was still working her, she clenched a few muscles and saw an even better reaction on his face.&nbsp; Her smile spread as she felt him finally come, watching the look on his face was priceless.&nbsp; <br><br>He was losing it, fighting for control, there was something so sexy about it.&nbsp; Seeing him shake, Jazz whispered, “Come here my love…”&nbsp; She let go of one ankle, wanted to release the other, but would wait until he was finished.&nbsp; “Jazz held out her hand, beconning him to join her on the bed, “Come rest in my arms…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 03:26:06</strong>
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				Jake did not have to be asked twice.. pulling out of her carefully he slid up next to her... looking at his cock he saw it was clean.. well save from some of his spunk... not a lick of shit.. he smiled.. as he kissed her... "Dam Darlin you are one hell of a woman..." he wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.. they had an hour or so... someone would come for them... he smiled and held her... as he took a bit of a rest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 03:49:42</strong>
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				With Dana naked from the waist down, Tommy snickered as he tossed the pants aside and got to work on her top half of her clothes. Crawling up her body to pin her down, his hands reach underneath to start undoing zippers and buttons.<br><br>"<strong>Says the chica who is already half-naked. You don't stand a chance.</strong>" he growls as he starts removing her jacket and going out of his way to grope her breasts through her clothes while he was at it.<br><br>"<strong>Not even a little bit, but feel free to keep struggling.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 04:02:46</strong>
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				Raymond &amp; Emma – Ray’s Bedroom<br><br>Raymond raised an eyebrow at the ‘belong to’ phrase and let the moment pass. Patience was the thing for him now, and apparently his friends didn’t want him thinking too hard about his situation. He looked down at the Riesling and nodded “They have good memories. I don’t get to come here often” he bent over to take the bucket from her, and then held out his arm to help her up. He was a little embarrassed, and would have hated anyone else coming around and seeing a girl on her knees in front of his door. <br><br>“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Emma. I take it you’re a little like Trina? Only, I don’t remember seeing you around like I did her.” He was asking because that ‘belong to’ comment she made earlier hadn’t passed like he wanted it to. He figured a little fact-finding mission was what he needed anyway. <em>’I could start with finding out what that dress isn’t hiding, then dig deep into her to see if I can&nbsp; make her come out and tell me more specifics about this weekend I’m apparently not ready for’</em> The easy grin he had on his face grew only a little wider at the thought. Surely that’s not what they…or maybe it was <em>’an appetizer…yes. Just like you already said’</em> <br><br>The thought sent a shiver up his spine and a nice warm feeling in the base of his cock. He was surprised that he was as horny as he felt, and could only assume that it was a mix of his busy life with the sudden abundance of beautiful and scantily clad women around. Still, his discipline con out, just barely. He was able to carry on the conversation without throwing the woman on the bed and ruining her outfit, which the appreciative man in him knew would be a damn shame to see happen before dinner.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 04:46:39</strong>
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				<em>Dana and Tommy, Roadside</em><br><br>As Tommy's hands gripped the zipper at her neck, Dana caught his wrists and bit playfully at his fingers, her teeth sliding teasingly across the balls of his fingers, her lush red lips wrapped suggestively around his flesh. She growled aggressively, arching her back as he groped her breasts, running her bare feet over his calves. Dana felt Tommy's hardening length rub against her belly and murmured her appreciation, her tongue flicking over his fingertips.<br><br><br><br><em>Raymond &amp; Emma, Ray's Bedroom</em><br><br>Emma took Raymond's hand in both of hers. "Trina is such a dear," she beamed, rising somewhat awkwardly to her feet, because there are certain difficulties when such high heels are involved. Her skirt slid upward as she did; Emma did not mind. "I do help her out whenever I can, but, ah, Mistr- Mrs. Darling usually wants me doing other things," Emma said, somewhat flustered by Raymond's handsome smile. She gave him a slightly crooked grin. "Can I call you Raymond? Or do you prefer Ray?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 05:13:10</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3615841#msg3615841">Quote from: Rog the Rake on 11-09-2010, 03:26:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jake did not have to be asked twice.. pulling out of her carefully he slid up next to her... looking at his cock he saw it was clean.. well save from some of his spunk... not a lick of shit.. he smiled.. as he kissed her... "Dam Darlin you are one hell of a woman..." he wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.. they had an hour or so... someone would come for them... he smiled and held her... as he took a bit of a rest.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jazz was smiling from ear to ear.&nbsp; As Jake slid up next to her she pulled up a small throw to cover them.&nbsp; Her body was already feeling a little chilled from the air hitting her damp skin.&nbsp; She reached over and kissed her husband, cuddling down into his arms.&nbsp; She was feeling the sheer bliss of their afterglow..<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 05:18:39</strong>
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				Raymond &amp; Emma, Ray’s Bedroom<br><br>Raymond seemed to ponder her question some as he helped her up. With a small little look, he made sure she was fine, before he walked the bucket to the bar and worked the bottle open. When the satisfying pop was heard, he'd gave his answer “For now, you can call me what feels most comfortable. While we’re here. I don’t know if your Mistress wants me to be called anything special outside of this room.” He chuckled, letting her know he caught her little slip as he placed the bottle back in the bucket and grabbed a couple of glasses. <br><br>He looked back at her, and it was more than clear that he was amused by all of this while he walked back to her. The bucket and glasses her placed next to the bed and he sat down to make himself comfortable. The unbuttoned shirt he had on laid on him as lazily as he did the bed, and why not? They had designated this his own, and he’d make himself comfortable “You…I would like to call you Em. I know it’s absolutely horrible of me to try and shorten an already short name, but I happen to like Em. If you don’t, feel free to say so. This is our little demilitarized zone.” He chuckled at the thought and inspected the woman more as he waited.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 05:40:48</strong>
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				"<strong>I will get a good look at those tits of yours.</strong>" he growls, moving a bit to create some friction. Along his cock, along his calves, it doesn't matter. His woman is getting the rough treatment but she's still his woman. The hand she's "biting" reaches up to grab her chin like he's angry with it.<br><br>"<strong>Ah, and those teeth aren't going to stop me.</strong>" he snickers, the other hand continuing the work of it's brother. Grabbing the neck zipper once more, he pulls the zipper down quickly to keep disrobing her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 15:08:57</strong>
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				<em>Trina, with Mikale in the small sitting room</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Mikale ran his hand over her ass... "Dam... " he slapped it not with the paddle.. "Off " he said and grabbed her hair.. he bent her over the chair.. " I told you I did not want to get my suit soiled.." he grabbed her chin.. " we both know how wet you get from a good spanking" and the he was rubbing her ass and laying into it.. ever third stroke he would stop and rub her bottom massaging it.... then back to spanking.... he did this for a good ten minutes .. and then he stopped and worked his hand tween her legs testing how wet she was....</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Trina smirked as she was roughly handled to the chair.&nbsp; She was doing these little things on purpose, knowing he would give her a good spanking.&nbsp; She gripped the seat of the chair, her bum presented to him.&nbsp; She gasped as the first blow landed, sending a ruch od adrenaline through her system.&nbsp; She loved a spanking, it always made her imposibly wet.&nbsp; She moaned and writhed, needing his hand to hold her down after she had stood up, trying to cover her bum with her hands.<br><br>When he had been working her for a while he stopped and she sighed in pleasure as his questing fingers searched her sex.&nbsp; She was soaked!!! Trina was a little slut, she loved a spanking, it made her so aroused.&nbsp; She moaned softly, "ooo Master I am a bad girl, I was fucking myself on a cucumber earlier.&nbsp; And now you will be eating in your salad tonight" she hadnt but she loved being bad....<br><br>~~~<br><br><em>Harri, dressing</em><br><br>Harriet had selected to dresses to wear tonight, she looked at them now, standing before them.&nbsp; Her face was made up to perfection, her dark eyes made up expertly.&nbsp; She had a lovely bronze tan, she had just spent some time on their yacht, sailing the Bahamas, the children had been with her and she had had a wonderful time.&nbsp; She decided the white would show her tan off, and give tantalising hints of her body under neath.&nbsp; She wasnt wearing any underwear of course.&nbsp; She rarely did.<br><br>She pulled the glamourous dress on.&nbsp; It was an exclusive design, made especially for her by her good friend Maxine Delo, the latest deisgner all the big names were wearing.&nbsp; She loved the way the dress hugged to her, the slit running right up her leg.&nbsp; The top was a cross over and she smiled, yes, it was perfect.&nbsp; She just hoped MIchale or Mikael arrived here intime.<br><br>She added some jewelery and then slipped her feet into some ridiculously high sandals that set her dress off perfectly.&nbsp; Walking from her room she looked every inch the rich woman.&nbsp; She headed down stairs and heard sounds of someone getting spanked.&nbsp; It seemed the fun had already started.&nbsp; Walking into the small sitting room she felt her heart leap in her chest.&nbsp; There was Mikale, standing behind Trina, with a paddle in his hand.&nbsp; He looked wonderful.&nbsp; "Has she been misbehaving already?" Harriet asked, her voice a silky seductive purr.<br><br>Harri's dress<br>(http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd302/kazjack2/Lellinias%20Weyr/harrisdress.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 22:18:21</strong>
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				<em><strong><em>Trina, with Mikale in the small sitting room</em><br><br>Trina smirked as she was roughly handled to the chair.&nbsp; She was doing these little things on purpose, knowing he would give her a good spanking.&nbsp; She gripped the seat of the chair, her bum presented to him.&nbsp; She gasped as the first blow landed, sending a ruch od adrenaline through her system.&nbsp; She loved a spanking, it always made her imposibly wet.&nbsp; She moaned and writhed, needing his hand to hold her down after she had stood up, trying to cover her bum with her hands.<br><br>When he had been working her for a while he stopped and she sighed in pleasure as his questing fingers searched her sex.&nbsp; She was soaked!!! Trina was a little slut, she loved a spanking, it made her so aroused.&nbsp; She moaned softly, "ooo Master I am a bad girl, I was fucking myself on a cucumber earlier.&nbsp; And now you will be eating in your salad tonight" she hadnt but she loved being bad....<br></strong></em><br><br>Mikale lauged he was certain she could have been doing exactly that ... "Really well you know it would be better if you did that just BEFORE the salad was served.. perhaps I will just toss the old one away and have you pump your pussy with a new one ... skinned... and then slice it to place on top of the salad.." he was fingering her now.. fucking her pussy hard... he would have love to shove his cock in this tight snatch.. but DAM she would soak his suite. <br><br>He *Sighed* the price of being a host... <br><br>He heard a voice from behind him and turned to see Harriet "Dam you look good.." he worked Trina faster... " Oh you know trina" he slapped the subs ass..." I just wish the dinner was already over.. I hate having to wait with all this prime pussy around." his eyes were not on Trisa but Harri.. "So tell me any word on Michael?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 23:02:05</strong>
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				~Saxon and Nina Glendenning, arrival~<br><br>Saxon Glendenning double clutched the Triumph convertible along the curving country roads.&nbsp; He had chosen the sportscar over the roomy BMW, as he didn't really expect any back seat adventures on this weekend.&nbsp; After all, it wasn't like Harriet Darling to have her guests cooped up when they had her entire grounds to enjoy.&nbsp; She had promised a nice suite for him and Nina, and a variety of pleasing company and entertaining activities.&nbsp; And knowing the Darlings, and their shared tastes as to entertainment, he had a good idea that he and Nina would be very pleasantly engaged from the moment they arrived.<br><br>Nina, beside him, seemed to be enjoying the sunshine, the scenery, and the wind whipping around them, as Saxon ignored speed limits to gun the Spitfire smoothly through twists and turns.&nbsp; Traffic out of the city had been a hassle, and he was eager not to be late.&nbsp; Finally, by late afternoon, he moved down the private road to the Darling estate.&nbsp; He identified himself through the security system at the gate and drove on into the private grounds, secured from the passing road by high walls and trees.&nbsp; Saxon sped into the circle drive of the big house to join the other vehicles of arrived guests.<br><br>"No luggage," he laughed as he helped Nina out of her side.&nbsp; "The Darlings always provide everything needed, from appropriate outfits, to tools and toys of all types."&nbsp; He took her hand as they moved to the front door to enter.<br><br>(http://www.gbclassiccars.co.uk/images/triumph_spitfire_mk1_b.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ithica</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 09:15:29</strong>
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				"Not this time, love. There's a formal dinner tonight and we are expected to dress accordingly." Nina said as she took her husband's hand, walking with him towards the front door. "But not to worry; I knew you were set to drive the Triumph this weekend so I had a few things sent over by courier earlier this week. I assumed you would like your own tux and I'll be wearing the gown we bought last month in Paris from that vintage shop on rue St. Croix de la Bretonnerie. I haven't had a chance to wear that one yet and thought why not here."<br><br>Smiling at the memory of the recent trip to France, Nina would have blushed is she had a sense of decency. The dress shop had been a fluke; they had stumbled in to escape a sudden downpour, hands filled with bags from the various lingerie shops the entire trip had been planned around. Paris had the best when it came to the boudoir and she took advantage of Saxon's generosity when it came to her desires, both carnal as well as materialistic. <br><br>"I also have some everyday stuff since there's to be some horse riding; fetish wear simply doesn't do any good in a saddle," Nina laughed lightly as they stopped at the door. Ringing the bell, Nina snuggled closer to Saxon, her head resting on his shoulder. "Although considering how much time we'll actually need clothing I'm sure I over packed."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 04:03:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3616296#msg3616296">Quote from: TheVillain on 11-09-2010, 05:40:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"<strong>I will get a good look at those tits of yours.</strong>" he growls, moving a bit to create some friction. Along his cock, along his calves, it doesn't matter. His woman is getting the rough treatment but she's still his woman. The hand she's "biting" reaches up to grab her chin like he's angry with it.<br><br>"<strong>Ah, and those teeth aren't going to stop me.</strong>" he snickers, the other hand continuing the work of it's brother. Grabbing the neck zipper once more, he pulls the zipper down quickly to keep disrobing her.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Dana's leather jacket peels apart to reveal a fine mesh shirt straining tightly against her bare, tanned skin, her stiff nipples poking through lustily. "Figured I'd change after we get there," she says with a wink, her hands sinking into his hair and pulling him close for a kiss.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3616220#msg3616220">Quote from: Writersblockade on 11-09-2010, 05:18:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Raymond &amp; Emma, Ray’s Bedroom<br><br>Raymond seemed to ponder her question some as he helped her up. With a small little look, he made sure she was fine, before he walked the bucket to the bar and worked the bottle open. When the satisfying pop was heard, he'd gave his answer “For now, you can call me what feels most comfortable. While we’re here. I don’t know if your Mistress wants me to be called anything special outside of this room.” He chuckled, letting her know he caught her little slip as he placed the bottle back in the bucket and grabbed a couple of glasses. <br><br>He looked back at her, and it was more than clear that he was amused by all of this while he walked back to her. The bucket and glasses her placed next to the bed and he sat down to make himself comfortable. The unbuttoned shirt he had on laid on him as lazily as he did the bed, and why not? They had designated this his own, and he’d make himself comfortable “You…I would like to call you Em. I know it’s absolutely horrible of me to try and shorten an already short name, but I happen to like Em. If you don’t, feel free to say so. This is our little demilitarized zone.” He chuckled at the thought and inspected the woman more as he waited.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Emma was not one to miss an obvious cue; she sat close to him on the bed, one leg folded underneath her, her knee almost brushing his leg. She smoothed her minidress as if some semblance of modesty were remotely possible. "Em is fine, thank you, Raymond," she said. "I suppose my little slip of the tongue gave away my position here - Mrs. Darling is my Mistress, yes." Emma hesitated momentarily. "I don't want you to think she ever makes me do anything I don't want to do," she added cautiously. "Mistress is very kind to me - so is Master. I can leave any time I want, but I don't want to."<br>She folded her hands demurely in her lap. "As for a 'demilitarized zone', well." Her lips curved into a smile. "It's very nice of you to try to make me comfortable, but this <em>is</em> my home. Why don't you tell me what I can do to make <em>you</em> comfortable as well?" She leaned slightly forward as she spoke, a golden bang falling across her face, her cleavage peeking out from the loose silk of her dress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 04:19:42</strong>
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				(ok I know I am waaay over due to finally post, been a long time since I have had more than thirty minutes to post. So here it is the introduction of the house boi and the master of the house.)<br><br>Walking towards the Lincoln town car Micheal gritted his teeth while moving his long legs on his large 6'9" frame wearing a slick black suit with a maroon tie and a white dress shirt under the pinstripe charcoal jacket and pants. His eyes a deep blue moved from person to person out of the office. Being the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company often got int eh way of their weekend "getaways" and his private life. As he moved towards the car he noticed Kris Gallows step out, the house boi who doubled as his driver. Wearing his silver collar with leash hook on it Micheal nodded to the man. It wasn't often that Micheal could look people in the eye with his height, but this slave was a solid built 6'6" with his usual scruff for a beard about his strong face with bright green eyes that would send any domme into a frenzy, hence why Micheal selected Kris to live with them, the mistress of the house, his wife, loved him for all those evil things she loved to do to men. Although even with his height Kris rarely looked Micheal in the eyes, he was shy that way and knew he would only look up if the man spoke to him directly. <br><br>Shrugging his shoulders and popping his neck Micheal moved to the car door as Kris opened it and sat down in the back seat while the boy moved back to the driver's seat. He wore what he was told by Mrs. Darling today, a long cotton jacket colored black, a simple collar shirt which was a deep red and unbutton to the middle of his strong chest, the last piece was a pair of black slacks, and a pair of leather shoes, although underneath was nothing, no under shirt or underwear. The car jumped to a start as Kris shifted her into gear and rove off like a bat out of hell. They were already several hours late and he knew the master would demand them get there quickly. It wasn't as though the master of the house ever took interest in men in the sexual sense, but the mistress did have a dildo made after his cock, and that was something that always made Kris cringe when the mistress showed up with that strapped on. It was awfully painful and he preferred to behave himself than face that wrath again. Looking in the review mirror as they drove away from the main half of the city and headed home, Kris looked to the master, speaking quietly his Australian accent cutting over his soft voice. "Beg your pardon sir, but is there anything you wish upon reaching the manor? Many of the guests have arrived already, all of them I think. The mistress asked is she should prepare anything for you."<br><br>Micheal sighed as he heard the slave speak, looking up to the mirror he narrowed his eyes looking at the boy, he was only trying to be civil Micheal shouldn't react the way he wanted after work. Leaning forward he removed his jacket and hung it on one of the hangers that were in the backseat. Undoing his tied Micheal made sure his hair was slicked back still as he rested back in the smooth leather of the lincoln they rode in. Reaching down he pulled up his briefcase and opened it taking out the weekend files on every guest who would be attending the party this weekend, and the list made him smile slightly. "Tell your mistress, my wife, to ready Ema, Trina and Alex for me upon arrival, in the living room, I need some relief before I begin with any of the guests our introductions. Two hours late is far too much wasted time Kris. Now call ahead and tell the mistress that I am ordering this, and also tell her to bring out your leash when we arrive, you are to be collared and leashed at all times, some of the......Harlots that will be there might thing of you as a piece of meat to use, I do not wish this. You live in my home because the mistress begged for it, so treat her as your woman tonight." The thick Irish accent coated his words in a musical like way. Resting back Micheal rubbed his tired eyes and reached over the front seats grabbing the cooler in the front passenger seat, Kris was good at remembering details. Pulling out a redbull Micheal broke it open and drank down the ice cold fluids as he waited patiently for them to be home. The little blond thing would be on her knees for him shortly and he could drop this large load that had built up all day waiting for the party to begin. <br><br>Kris nodded and pulled out his phone from the inside jacket pocket and called ahead to the mistress, her strong voice always made him get somewhat hard at the very sound of it, "Yes mistress, the master wishes for Slave Ema and Alex, as well as the house maid Trina to meet him at the door, after of which he wishes for them to strip off their tops to service him before he introduces himself to the party. Thank you mistress, we will be there in five minutes." The phone was quickly put away as Kris looked up in the mirror to see the master smiling as he spoke "Good boy Kris, you are serving well already, I had forgotten about those lovely three pairs of racks they have for me. Good work I will be sure to let the mistress know to use the smaller cock she has on you instead of my own." Kris shuddered slightly at the thought of that again and nodded quietly "Thank you sir."<br><br>The car pulled up to the front of the house as Kris let Micheal out of the car and they both walked to the front door together just as Kris opened the door to the front of the manor and allowed the rather larger than life Micheal through the doors as his piercing blue eyes took in the sight of the main hall while Kris walked in with his head down behind him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 04:38:33</strong>
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				Hearing the sound of her cell phone Harri excused herself from Mikael and Trina.&nbsp; She walked into the hallway answering it.&nbsp; She heard Kris's voice and smirked, glad they would be home soon.&nbsp; She was surprised to her Michael was on his way, she really hadnt thought he would be,&nbsp; WHen she heard his orders she nodded, saying thanks to Kris she rung off and returned to where Mikael was spanking Trina.<br><br>"Sorry Mikael, but that was Michael, he's on his way back.&nbsp; I need Trina to go and find the girls and welcome the Master back in the correct way" she told the maid, knowing Trina would know what that meant.&nbsp; <br><br>Trina nodded to her Mistress, kissed MIkael, "I will see if I am allowed to visit later if you want" she said to him, and then she scooted off to find Emma and Lex.&nbsp; They had to be waiting topless in the living room.&nbsp; She smirked knowing he would be demanding tonight.<br><br>Harri looked at Mikael and smiled, "well, guess you get to play tonight as one of the guests" she said, it would have been fun to have had him as the Master, but Michael was home,&nbsp; That thought sent a buzz of excitement through her as she helped herself to a large brandy.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 05:00:51</strong>
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				Tommy smirks when the sight hits him, and he even laughs a bit as he goes in to take the kiss she offered. As his tongue goes to dance with hers he even thinks to himself what he's been wanting to say and a chuckle travels up his throat down hers.<br><br>"<em>You planned for this,</em>" he inwardly giggles as his hands start working her shirt up, roughly and only watching to not tear it in case it would piss her off and ruin the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 06:50:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3615841#msg3615841">Quote from: Rog the Rake on 11-09-2010, 03:26:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jake did not have to be asked twice.. pulling out of her carefully he slid up next to her... looking at his cock he saw it was clean.. well save from some of his spunk... not a lick of shit.. he smiled.. as he kissed her... "Dam Darlin you are one hell of a woman..." he wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.. they had an hour or so... someone would come for them... he smiled and held her... as he took a bit of a rest.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3616207#msg3616207">Quote from: jazz on 11-09-2010, 05:13:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jazz was smiling from ear to ear.&nbsp; As Jake slid up next to her she pulled up a small throw to cover them.&nbsp; Her body was already feeling a little chilled from the air hitting her damp skin.&nbsp; She reached over and kissed her husband, cuddling down into his arms.&nbsp; She was feeling the sheer bliss of their afterglow..<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jazz didn't fall asleep.&nbsp; But she listened to her husband breathing.&nbsp; A gentle smile stayed on her face as his breathing slowed and she was certain Jake had fallen asleep.&nbsp; She stayed there for about half an hour just watching him.<br><br>When her thoughts began to wander to what she was going to experience this weekend, Jazz carefully disentangled herself from the sleeping body next to her.&nbsp; Taking another look at the gown he'd chosen for her, she took a deep breath and swallowed down her apprehensions.&nbsp; Slipping into the washroom she started the shower.&nbsp; Stripping out of what little she was wearing, Jazz stepped under the hot water and let the water pound against her skin to releave any stress in her muscles, especially her back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 20:32:20</strong>
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				<em>Alexandra waits for Michael</em><br><br>Having prepared herself and waiting patiently near the dining area, Alexandra was easy for Harriet to find.&nbsp; Nodding noncommittally at the instructions, nevertheless Alex headed to the front foyer for Michael, the man of the house to find her.&nbsp; There was very little to removing her top, the chain brassiere simply unhooking around her neck and leaving her bare above the midriff hugging corset.&nbsp; The ankle length leather skirt made it a bit of a risky move to kneel, but she did so, slowly finally placing herself in position on the oriental carpet.&nbsp; She knew with the leather hugging her legs so tightly it would be near impossible for her to stand on her own or even move away.&nbsp; That feeling thrilled her, though she stared defiantly at the door.&nbsp; Michael never had an easy time with her, and she liked it that way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 15:02:48</strong>
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				Trina made her way to Raymonad's room, knocking on the door.&nbsp; When it opened she told Emma the Master was arrving and he wanted them in the living room to greet him.&nbsp; Then she nodded and left, heading to see if Lexi was there.&nbsp; When she entered the room Lex wasnt there and she sighed, the girl was going to be trouble this weekend.&nbsp; She removed her top, her breasts displayed nicely, then she knelt, waiting for Emma and then the Master's arrival.<br><br>She heard the knock and groaned, she went and answered it, seeing another guest couple had arrived.&nbsp; She smiled at them and lead them into the small sitting room, leaving them with Harri and Mikale.&nbsp; Then she returned to the living room, knelt and waited for Master.<br><br><br>~~~<br><br>Harri smiled at the new arrivals, approaching them with a warm kiss and hug.&nbsp; "Saxon, Nina welcome, can I get you a drink whilst we await the call for dinner?" she asked them, moving to the well stocked bar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 00:32:04</strong>
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				Raymond and Emma – Ray’s Room<br><br>Raymond was just about to answer the woman’s question when he was interrupted by a knock on the door. He’d frowned a little, but apparently it was a big deal about Michael coming back…a bigger deal than usual. Then he thought of the event, and the slaves, and a little bit of an “oh” face struck him. “Yes…I’d hate for you to be late for inspection, Emma. Maybe I’ll see you around?” he asked, his smile genuine and a tad mischievous. If this was all going as the Darling’s had planned, he’d see a whole lot of her and others over the weekend. All the same, he wanted to let her know he was interested.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 08:54:17</strong>
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				<em>Dana and Tommy, Roadside</em><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3625204#msg3625204">Quote from: TheVillain on 13-09-2010, 05:00:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tommy smirks when the sight hits him, and he even laughs a bit as he goes in to take the kiss she offered. As his tongue goes to dance with hers he even thinks to himself what he's been wanting to say and a chuckle travels up his throat down hers.<br><br>"<em>You planned for this,</em>" he inwardly giggles as his hands start working her shirt up, roughly and only watching to not tear it in case it would piss her off and ruin the moment.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Dana let Tommy crush her against the ground, reveling in the feel of his hard, athletic body pressing her frame to the ground. Her lips broke from his as her fingers wrapped around his cock again. "Give it to me," she begged, her body raw with lust, every nerve tingling. She ran her thumb over his tip, then stroked expertly in a light circle over his cock-head. His hand on her breast made her squirm with need, but the twenty-minute trip on the Vibe-rider had already warmed her up; she lifted her hips off the ground, lined him up with her slit, and bucked, impaling herself on his hard length.<br>Dana's sense of time and place began to vanish as Tommy plunged deeply into her; fragmented sensations crossed her mind - crushed grass against her back and legs, his hot breath on her cheek, the sun on her face, the desire in his eyes. Burning tides of lust drowned all else. She orgasmed in mere moments, a hot, shuddering climax long overdue, her body clamping around him like an ecstatic, velvety vise. A ragged scream of joy ripped from the porn star's mouth, then another, and another.<br>Dana became dimly aware that her arms were wrapped tightly around Tommy's back; her heels were on the ground, toned thighs pounding her hips against his like pistons. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, my tiger, my lover, God, fuck, yes," she babbled into his ear.<br><br><br><em>Emma and Ray, Ray's Room</em><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3638100#msg3638100">Quote from: Writersblockade on 16-09-2010, 00:32:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Raymond and Emma – Ray’s Room<br><br>Raymond was just about to answer the woman’s question when he was interrupted by a knock on the door. He’d frowned a little, but apparently it was a big deal about Michael coming back…a bigger deal than usual. Then he thought of the event, and the slaves, and a little bit of an “oh” face struck him. “Yes…I’d hate for you to be late for inspection, Emma. Maybe I’ll see you around?” he asked, his smile genuine and a tad mischievous. If this was all going as the Darling’s had planned, he’d see a whole lot of her and others over the weekend. All the same, he wanted to let her know he was interested.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Emma turned, and her heart sank at Trina's words. She loved Master wholly - indeed, her wide-eyed, joyful obedience had often been compared to that of an actual golden retriever bitch - but she'd barely gotten a minute alone with his fascinating, handsome new guest. Disobedience, however, did not even enter her mind; Master's commands were like a force of nature. Emma could no more disobey him than she could swim against a tsunami, or stand before a hurricane. <br>She tilted her blue orbs back to Raymond. "Yes, please," she replied eagerly, and then, when he smiled at her, she impulsively reached out and gently squeezed his thigh. "I - I would like to see you again," she said, her words spilling too quickly from her rosy lips as she struggled to find the words to cut their interlude short and came up short. Emma slid off the bed and moved to follow Trina; she stopped in the doorway, looked back at him, her lips open as if to say something, and hesitated. "Please," she mouthed to him, and then darted after the maid.<br><br>Not more than a minute later, Emma skittered into the front foyer at full tilt, her creamy skin stained with a blush from running, her breasts heaving independently of her indecent dress, which was attempting to escape upward. She slid to her knees next to Lex with a grace that recalled her high school softball days; she flashed her sister slave a friendly smile. "Good to see you again, Lexi," she panted quietly, lest Master, approaching, hear her. She pulled her dress'&nbsp; straps over her shoulders; billowing slightly, the dress settled to her knees. She pulled it up to her waist, demurely covering her sex. "Looking forward to the weekend?" she whispered daringly, her bright eyes revealing her own enthusiasm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 19:10:11</strong>
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				<em>Alexandra and Emma waiting for Master</em><br><br>Lex smiled back, without turning her head as Emma slid into place next to her.&nbsp; The girl was clearly very excited, as she always was on these weekends.&nbsp; Alex liked to keep a cooler demeanor.&nbsp; They made a good twosome.&nbsp; "Should be good," she commented, keeping her eyes on the door.&nbsp; "A lot of people here, it seems like."&nbsp; She reached down and adjusted her dress slightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 06:05:23</strong>
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				~~<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3636036#msg3636036">Quote from: kaz on 15-09-2010, 15:02:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Trina made her way to Raymonad's room, knocking on the door.&nbsp; When it opened she told Emma the Master was arrving and he wanted them in the living room to greet him.&nbsp; Then she nodded and left, heading to see if Lexi was there.&nbsp; When she entered the room Lex wasnt there and she sighed, the girl was going to be trouble this weekend.&nbsp; She removed her top, her breasts displayed nicely, then she knelt, waiting for Emma and then the Master's arrival.<br><br>She heard the knock and groaned, she went and answered it, seeing another guest couple had arrived.&nbsp; She smiled at them and lead them into the small sitting room, leaving them with Harri and Mikale.&nbsp; Then she returned to the living room, knelt and waited for Master.<br><br><br>~~~<br><br>Harri smiled at the new arrivals, approaching them with a warm kiss and hug.&nbsp; "Saxon, Nina welcome, can I get you a drink whilst we await the call for dinner?" she asked them, moving to the well stocked bar.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Saxon and Nina, welcomed by Harri<br><br>The bare breasted greeter at the door certainly seemed to set the tone for the weekend, in Saxon's view.&nbsp; She led them like a perfect servant into the sitting room.&nbsp; <br><br>"Harri, darling!" Saxon smiled and opened his arms to welcome her with a kiss and embrace.&nbsp; "Thank you, Harri.&nbsp; Now that I'm no longer driving, I'd love a rum drink, something with an tiny umbrella," he joked.&nbsp; He watched as the porn actress and libertine sashayed to the bar in her form hugging outfit.&nbsp; He nodded to Mikale, who he'd also seen show up in some of Harri's videos, although this was the first time they'd met.<br><br>"Nina sent a few outfits ahead, she's told me," he said as Harri returned with their drinks.&nbsp; "I hope you got them.&nbsp; We'll probably need to change before dinner is served."&nbsp; Or change right now, he added to himself, thinking he'd be perfectly happy to doff everything and go au natural.&nbsp; But he'd gotten the impression Harri, and Nina for that matter, wanted the dinner part of this weekend to be on the swanky side, and he was prepared to go along.<br><br>"So, do we have a full house yet?" he asked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 08:01:48</strong>
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				Tommy's barrage doesn't cease for a moment as he pumps into her, using Dana's body for his pleasure and taking her along for the ride. Her tattoos always told a story to him, and he hoped his did the same for her. And right now the story was of fire and lust and burning everything around them. It was beautiful and horrible and art.<br><br>Hell yeah he was her Tiger. And he was growling as he got close to that precipice. <br><br>"<strong>I'm close babe, ready for me lover?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 03:01:34</strong>
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				<em>Dana and Tommy, Roadside</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3648449#msg3648449">Quote from: TheVillain on 18-09-2010, 08:01:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tommy's barrage doesn't cease for a moment as he pumps into her, using Dana's body for his pleasure and taking her along for the ride. Her tattoos always told a story to him, and he hoped his did the same for her. And right now the story was of fire and lust and burning everything around them. It was beautiful and horrible and art.<br><br>Hell yeah he was her Tiger. And he was growling as he got close to that precipice. <br><br>"<strong>I'm close babe, ready for me lover?</strong>"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Yes, yes, yes," Dana moaned, her hips sliding against the dirt with every powerful thrust of his body. Her hand crawled down to his ear, grasping fiercely, pulling him close. "Give me your seed," she whispered wickedly. "Fill me, you brute, you man, fuck me until I swell with your child!"<br><br><br><em>Alexandra and Emma</em><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3645590#msg3645590">Quote from: lips and thorns on 17-09-2010, 19:10:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Alexandra and Emma waiting for Master</em><br><br>Lex smiled back, without turning her head as Emma slid into place next to her.&nbsp; The girl was clearly very excited, as she always was on these weekends.&nbsp; Alex liked to keep a cooler demeanor.&nbsp; They made a good twosome.&nbsp; "Should be good," she commented, keeping her eyes on the door.&nbsp; "A lot of people here, it seems like."&nbsp; She reached down and adjusted her dress slightly.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"More are coming," added Emma. "It's going to be a busy weekend." She slid Alexandra a sly look, smiling. "For us in particular." Emma wouldn't quite be able to say why, if asked, but she desperately sought Alexandra's good opinion. In the twisted, sex-and-pain fueled dynamics of the mansion's residents, Emma was the youngest and lowest; she looked to Alexandra as a sort of older sister, a guiding light from whom to take her cues for behavior. More than once, this had gotten the little blonde pet into trouble.<br>Emma's fingers knotted in the loose fabric of her dress; the slight coolness of the air on her bare breasts sent tingles of excitement down her spine. Any moment now, Master would walk in, and forty-eight hours of ecstatic, agonizing debauchery would begin. She shivered in glee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 23:21:27</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Micheal</span></strong><br><br>As they walked through the front door Micheal looks up to see The Mistress of the house, Harri, greeting the couple who arrived just before himself and Kris. Smiling to her quickly he turned and grabbed Kris by the back of the neck and pulled him in close, "Go to your mistress now." With a wink and a smile he moved towards the living room off to the right to see the three slaves on their knees waiting for him in front of the couch with smiles around. Nodding to the three he moved past them and took his seat on the couch smiling to them all and undid his pants pulling them down revealing his already half hard member at a very thick 9 inches. His heavy full balls hanging beneath it as he gripped his base and wave it at the three. "Good evening my pets, I believe you have some satisfying to do." <br><br>Reaching forward to the blond Ema first, she was always the one he wanted first, her cute innocent look made his blood race to defile her in every way he could think possible. Lacing his fingers through her hair he pulled her to the head of his cock and slapped her lips lightly "I believe you know what to do little one." Lifting his dress shirt up exposing the bottom of his solid abs and leaving room for the other two. Reaching forward for Lex next he moved her to his shaft so that the small mouthed Ema could get some relief with the shaft not having to be down her throat, lastly was Trina, the house maid and he put her under the firm breasts of the other to while he spread his legs wider so she could service his balls, which were shaved as the rest of him. Each one the size of a golf ball and full of cum from the stress of the day and lack of release. Smiling tot he three his piercing eyes looking into all of theirs "Begin slaves, and be quick the guests are waiting."<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Kris</span></strong><br><br>Kris moved forward towards the Mistress of the house with his head low as the master moved off to handle the three female slaves of the house. Walking slowly towards her he moved around the couple who were talking to her and knelt beside her without a word said. Putting himself on his knees beside her with his head near her hip even with his extreme height. His longish hair drifted forward slightly covering his eyes to the others while he spoke softly towards the ground.<br><br>"I have returned with the master mistress, he is being prepped in the living room, would you like me to dress more fitting, or do you need relief as well before introductions take place?" His voice was calm and with his thick Aussie accent he no doubt appealed to both the mistress and the female guest, the always seemed to like him for his looks, or his willingness to do whatever was asked of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ithica</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 00:38:03</strong>
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				Nina/Saxon and Harri/Kris before dinner<br><br>Accepting her drink from Harri, Nina greeted the other woman warmly, admiring the dress she was wearing. Both women were of larger than average breasts size and it was something of a chore to find clothes that actually fit well enough to accentuate their large size and not come off as slut wear. “I like your gown dear. Is it a special order?”<br><br>The arrival of Michael and another man stopped the conversation before it could be started and Nina watched as the man came in, an obvious submissive, and knelt at Harri’s side. <br><br>**"I have returned with the master mistress, he is being prepped in the living room, would you like me to dress more fitting, or do you need relief as well before introductions take place?"**<br><br>Raising an impressed brow, Nina smiled at Harri. “Perhaps you could have us shown to our room before you indulge, Harri? Saxon and I really should go and get dressed.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 01:04:53</strong>
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				<strong>Hatti</strong> grinned at Saxon and Nina.&nbsp; "I am so glad you could come, you know where your room is, its the usual one, let me walk with you" she said, "good boy kris, come with us" she said, feeling the need for a good hard fuck before dinner.&nbsp; She lead them up the stairs and into the first door on the left.&nbsp; The room was their usual one, and she always made sure they had it.<br><br>(http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd302/kazjack2/Lellinias%20Weyr/bedroomb.jpg)<br><br><br>"The usual group and a few new faces, I think you'll enjoy it.&nbsp; There's about fifteen minutes till dinner, I'll see you then." She told them, moving to her room and stepping in, kris following.&nbsp; She turned to kris, her eyes soft, "mistress needs a good hard fuck kris, but it can only be a quickie" she told him, "I want to go to dinner with your cum dribbling out of me and my taste on your lips" she told him, laying on the bed, hitching her dress up and spreading her legs wide.&nbsp; "Ten minutes is all you have, if I am displeased I will punish you later" she told him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 09:28:26</strong>
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				That's all he needs, all it takes before the metaphorical floodgates open. He smiles and groans as the first pulses starts and his balls clench to start to tighten. Long ropes of sperm don't take long to follow as he tries to fill Dana.<br><br>"<strong>Take it, Take it!</strong>" he growls as his orgasm continues.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 17:17:17</strong>
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				Saxon and Nina Glendenning to their room before dinner --<br><br>Saxon grinned as Harri let them to their room, then dashed off with the handsome young man to privacy.&nbsp; "Not fair!" he grinned to Nina, starting to strip so he could dress for dinner.&nbsp; "Our hostess gets a fast one before dinner, and leaves us in the proverbial lurch."&nbsp; In seconds he was naked, his hard, toned body easily on display for his wife's perusal.&nbsp; He grinned and approached her from behind, reaching around to unbutton her top and slip his hands over her firm, delicious, unfettered breasts.<br><br>"You should be the porn star," he whispered, nuzzling into her neck as he let her feel his rising interest against her back. "You are pleasure personified.&nbsp; You're a sexual supreme, a goddess of lust.&nbsp; If this dinner wasn't formal, I'd take you on the dining room table for all to see."&nbsp; He chuckled as one hand slid down her belly and eased under her hem to play between her thighs.&nbsp; "Maybe that will happen anyway, with this group."&nbsp; Both hands came to slip within her waistband and push down her garment, before returning, one to her nipples, the other to her pelvis.&nbsp; "You'll be alive and aroused for dinner, my love," he said softly, "with a flush of need everyone will be able to see."<br>(http://www.visualphotos.com/photo/2x3404376/man_touching_womans_breast_42-18030453.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 19:33:20</strong>
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				“Here Miss” the taxi driver asked when they arrived in front of the Mansion Gate. Maliah glanced at the invitation and nods as she handed the piece of paper to the taxi driver. He didn’t look at it and hand it over to the security guard. He smirked and nods approving to his college for him to open the gate. Maliah felt a bit uncomfortable but she didn’t waste time contemplating what his smile meant to her. Very soon they arrived in front of a very beautiful and elegant mansion. The taxi driver quickly jumped out his seat to open the door for her. Maliah groans disapproving the pervert smile that he didn’t at least try to hide. She grasps her tiny luggage and walked up the stairs and presses the door bell. She didn’t packed much but sexy lingerie, her agency didn’t divulge much about the preference of the hosts. Only that she should do her best in pleasing their every need .he also told her that it would be a bit more kinkier than she was accustom to but he knows she could handle the demands.<br>Maliah know something was missing in his description but brushed it off as a weekend out at a mansion, it came perfect after her long exam week. Where was every one she thought anxiously waiting and trying to keep her knee length dress down? A cold breeze was playing with the satin it was made of; she wore the strapless dress because the beautiful gold color satin dress looked nice on her skin tone and paired it with gold high heels. She had done&nbsp; her long brown hair in a side bun showing her long neck and lean shoulders.<br>She reaches out one more time and pressed the bell feeling slightly inpatient. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 18:17:54</strong>
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				<em>Michael, Emma and Alex</em><br><br>Alexandra smiled as Michael pulled Emma to his crotch first.&nbsp; She knew Emma was his favorite and it didn't bother her.&nbsp; Her specialty wasn't being the favorite anyway, it was being naughtier and better than any of the rest.&nbsp; And so when her time came, Alex sucked her master's cock in between her dark red lips, taking the shaft in one smooth motion as far down as she could.&nbsp; She let the head nestle in her throat and let him feel her swallowing it before she began bobbing up and down.&nbsp; Her eyes slid sideways to watch Emma as she worked the cock, her mouth open wide to take the thick beast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 23:32:20</strong>
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				<em>Dana and Tommy</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3656999#msg3656999">Quote from: TheVillain on 20-09-2010, 09:28:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">That's all he needs, all it takes before the metaphorical floodgates open. He smiles and groans as the first pulses starts and his balls clench to start to tighten. Long ropes of sperm don't take long to follow as he tries to fill Dana.<br><br>"<strong>Take it, Take it!</strong>" he growls as his orgasm continues.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Dana writhes as his seed splatters inside her, orgasmic delight flooding her flesh. Long, quiet, panting moments follow.<br><br>"Fuck," Dana murmurs. "Fucking time - Harri's going to fucking <em>kill</em> me for being this late." She heaved, rolling Tommy over, staying impaled on him as she straddled him. "We've got to get dressed and fucking hurry." She rose slowly off him, fluid dripping down her thighs as his cock popped free. She shot him a lewd wink, wiped her crotch with her hand, and licked her fingers clean as she struggled back into her tight jeans and jacket. "Come on, lover - there's plenty more fun waiting for us tonight!"<br><br><em>Emma, Alex, Michael</em><br><br>Master's hand on her head made Emma quiver with love. Her rosy lips parted eagerly as his cock brushed against them; her tongue flicked out to tease his tip. She pressed forward in a light, teasing kiss, and when his cock moved away to fill Alex's mouth she felt a twitch of jealousy and relief. The little blonde brought her lips next to Alex's, her tongue sliding out, wetting each inch of Master's tremendous cock before it plowed into her sister-slave's mouth. She did not notice Alex's look - her eyes were fixed on Master's shaft, which even after two years of worship had not ceased to fascinate the co-ed. Even as her right hand crawled up Master's thigh, however, teasing him gently with her fingernails,&nbsp; her other arm gently embraced Alex's waist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ithica</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 06:23:24</strong>
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				---Saxon and Nina Glendenning to their room before dinner ---<br><br>“You would tease me now?” Nina moaned, leaning against Saxon, her legs parting willingly for his hand. “Mmm. Sometimes, you can be so bad.”<br><br>Nipples hardening under his expert manipulation had Nina squirming, any attempt at not giving in to Saxon’s hands failing utterly. Going to the dinner in a hyper state wasn’t something she had planned on; her plans had been more along the lines of a satisfying fuck before a quick shower and then getting into her gown, but Nina wasn’t surprised by Saxon’s actions. Knowing Saxon she wouldn’t be shocked if she were instructed to hold off any kind of sexual contact until he told her otherwise.<br><br>“You know, love, I can make you uncomfortable during dinner as well.” Nina twisted from his grasp and dropped to her knee’s in front of him, her hand massaging his crotch through his pants. “What do you say? Truce or all out war?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 18:11:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3625619#msg3625619">Quote from: jazz on 13-09-2010, 06:50:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jazz didn't fall asleep.&nbsp; But she listened to her husband breathing.&nbsp; A gentle smile stayed on her face as his breathing slowed and she was certain Jake had fallen asleep.&nbsp; She stayed there for about half an hour just watching him.<br><br>When her thoughts began to wander to what she was going to experience this weekend, Jazz carefully disentangled herself from the sleeping body next to her.&nbsp; Taking another look at the gown he'd chosen for her, she took a deep breath and swallowed down her apprehensions.&nbsp; Slipping into the washroom she started the shower.&nbsp; Stripping out of what little she was wearing, Jazz stepped under the hot water and let the water pound against her skin to releave any stress in her muscles, especially her back.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jake grinned he was in a pleasent place having enjoyed a good fuck.. hell a great fuck when he heard the water.. well his mind did and his mind caused his bladder to react.. he slowly woke and turned his head.. through the door to the bath he saw his wife showering and he smiled.. standing he stretched .. the NAP had been good and naked he padded into the bathe to the toilet and relieved himself.. a long stream that felt good... then he closed the lid and smiling... slipped into the shower with his wife..<br><br>He saw her turn to him a smile on her face as the jets from the multihead shower kicked back on... "I love you.." he said and wrapped his arms around her... his hands moving to her stomach and patting gently her belly... he kissed the back of her neck and then he grabbed the wash clothe from her hands and started to caress her... she had already taken care of MOST of the mess he had made.. but he loved to wash her back.. his hand gently working down to her ass and then between her legs... he felt her spread and he slowly cleaned her.. his cock was getting hard but NOW was not the time... he just wanted to hold her and wash her.. and let her wash him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 10:38:00</strong>
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				Tommy grins like an idiot, if a well-fucked one. Because he was he'd tell himself, and a happy one to boot. Starting to but his own clothes back on he finds the need to get these on time not quite as pressing but thinks it's worth a shot. There's fashionably late- then there's late for an orgy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 20:33:45</strong>
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				Her smile increased as he said those magic words to her.&nbsp; One thing about Jake, when he said <em> ‘I love you’ </em> he meant it with his whole heart.&nbsp; She knew that, which was why she also knew it was safe to trust him completely.<br><br>She melted back into him as he came up behind her.&nbsp; His hand on her stomach was just extra icing on the cake.&nbsp; His attention in these quiet moment went often to her stomach.&nbsp; He’d even begun <em> talking </em> to his unborn child.&nbsp; It was precious.&nbsp; <br><br>Her neck turned to the side slightly to give him better access.&nbsp; Even in the warm water, she shivered from his delicious caresses.&nbsp; He still could make her react physically to his touch, that had never diminished over the years.<br><br>As he washed her, Jazz relaxed even more.&nbsp; Lathering the soap into her hands then replacing it.&nbsp; She reached her hands behind her.&nbsp; She found her target and spread her hands across his ass washing what she could reach.&nbsp; Soaping her hands up once more, turning she slipped closer and kissed him.&nbsp; Her hands slid over his broad shoulders.&nbsp; Once the water began rinsing the area, her kisses moved down his strong jaw and neck.&nbsp; She peppered kisses onto his shoulder.&nbsp; Her tongue lashed out to taste his clean skin.&nbsp; “I love you too Jake, always…”&nbsp; She whispered.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 20:48:02</strong>
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				A man could not help but smile .. from ear to ear with a wife such as he had… and his grin was what his poppa would have called ‘shit eatin’ though he never did understand why? I mean SHIT Eating grin? He shook that thought away as he playfully squeezed her bottom.. if she kept up her kisses they would NEVER get out of the room.<br><br>BUT… never the less he kissed her one last time as the water caressed them and then he turned his back to her so she could give him a proper scrubbing… it had started days into their marriage when he had come home smelling so much like a horse she almost took him out back and hosed him down.. she would NOT let him near until he got in the shower and then just to show she loved him she climbed in naked as the day she was born and one thing had led to another … it became a very welcome ritual and one that he looked forward to sharing for many many years….<br><br>Clean as can be he turned and reaching up gave her marvelous breasts one quick caress seeing her nipples grow hard at his touch he smiled.. and then opened the shower door and stepped out.<br><br>There were several fluffy towels warm on a rack and two robes he held her hand as she stepped out and then wrapped her in the towel giving her a hug before taking his own.. he knew she would need some ‘time’ so he dried and moved over giving her room and smiling… <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 21:54:10</strong>
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				<br>Part of her knew she wasn’t playing fair.&nbsp; But there were times he was just irresistible.&nbsp; Most of the time, really.&nbsp; She reluctantly let him go, resisting the urge to reach out and bring him back to her.&nbsp; They’d be expected downstairs shortly.<br><br>After taking his hand, Jazz stepped out to be wrapped up in a luxurious towel.&nbsp; She dried off and began looking through her toiletries bag which had been brought up.&nbsp; Applying a scented body lotion that she also knew tasted good, she worked on her hair and makeup.<br><br>Once satisfied, Jazz moved into where the gown her husband had purchased for this occasion had been.&nbsp; She was still a bit nervous at others seeing her in it.&nbsp; But at the same time she wanted to see Jake’s reaction.&nbsp; Slipping her heels on she moved gracefully into the main part of the room where he was relaxing in a chair.&nbsp; She spun in a slow circle asking, “How do I look?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 18:03:31</strong>
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				(forgive me holding up the show everyone, work has been nuts I will still be posting after the next three days are over i will be much more free.)<br><br><em><span class="bbc_u">Kris</span></em><br><br>The mistress looked him up and down with such lust that Kris seemed to harden instantly, his cock becoming almost painfully hard in the pressed slacks. As the mistress of the house introduced the two guests to their room and pulled him off to the side ordering him to please her, Kris grinned wide at her and nodded with great pleasure speaking softly as he undid his belt and pants exposing the large thick 10 inch cock between his lean hips. "With pleasure I shall give you such a obedient slave for your pleasure mistress." Smiling he pulls his pants just past his ass as he walked forward and grabbed her strong thighs pulling her to the end of the bed so that when he spread his legs he was the perfect level with her. Spitting down on her pussy he used his large cock head to smear it around her clit and entrance pushing himself in shortly after, the way his mistress' pussy felt was amazing as it spread wide to allow his girth into her. He to this day had no idea how she took the master every night.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking down at his mistress he began to move his strong hips and back in and out of her slamming into her body faster and harder, knowing that when she asked for a quickie, it was to be hard and rough and fast, one of the few times he could just have a good fuck and not care about how quick he finished. His long shaft moved deep into her and then slid back out, everytime getting deeper and deeper into the mistress, making her pussy open and spread under his size as he burried the full ten inches into her within five minute and began thrusting and out roughly "Am I pleasing the mistress tonight?" Kris's eyes looked at her with hopefulness as he fucked her.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Micheal</em></span><br><br>Groaning slightly as he felt Emma soft teenage lips on his head and then the sudden more whorish Alex cram an obscene amount of his thick 12 inches into her throat. Looking down he smiled lightly to her and watch Trina suck on his balls below the two who worked his head and shaft. Resting his head back he grabbed Emma's hair forcefully and pushed her lips onto the side of his cock and did the same to Alex making them basically make out on the head of his cock before he moved their heads back and forth, stroking the sides of his cock with both their mouths "I can see my pets still know how to please, make it quick down there ladies, I don't want our guest to be waiting much longer."<br><br>Resting his hands back to the couch keeping them on his sides while he watched the three work his cock again, without his guidance. Grinning as he watched Trina work his lower region and the ever so dirty Alex and ever so sweet Emma use his cock for their own need for cum, his balls very heavy and hung low from his cock, each at least the size of Emma, the smaller slaves, palm. Moaning lightly Micheal rested his head back and let the girls work furiously as he smiled and closed his eyes, this was a good start to an amazing weekend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 21:51:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3671352#msg3671352">Quote from: Ithica on 23-09-2010, 06:23:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">---Saxon and Nina Glendenning to their room before dinner ---<br><br>“You would tease me now?” Nina moaned, leaning against Saxon, her legs parting willingly for his hand. “Mmm. Sometimes, you can be so bad.”<br><br>Nipples hardening under his expert manipulation had Nina squirming, any attempt at not giving in to Saxon’s hands failing utterly. Going to the dinner in a hyper state wasn’t something she had planned on; her plans had been more along the lines of a satisfying fuck before a quick shower and then getting into her gown, but Nina wasn’t surprised by Saxon’s actions. Knowing Saxon she wouldn’t be shocked if she were instructed to hold off any kind of sexual contact until he told her otherwise.<br><br>“You know, love, I can make you uncomfortable during dinner as well.” Nina twisted from his grasp and dropped to her knee’s in front of him, her hand massaging his crotch. “What do you say? Truce or all out war?”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>---Saxon and Nina Glendenning to their room before dinner ---<br><br>Saxon smiled and chuckled suggestively as his sexy wife's hand found his responding pole.&nbsp; "You know I never refuse a challenge," he teased her back, letting her play for a moment.&nbsp; His organ was almost instantly raised and thick to her fingers.&nbsp; He didn't need to deny his lover now to have her still be responsive and randy at dinner, he knew.&nbsp; Nor the same for himself.&nbsp; Before she could bring her lips to bear, he suddenly reached down and grabbed her under the armpits, lifting her back up and bending her back against his hands as he leaned down to take her nipples in his lips possessively.&nbsp; He licked and sucked at her breasts, marveling as always at their firmness despite their fullness.&nbsp; Sensitive to almost any stimulation, and he stimulated them expertly.<br><br>He felt her hand at his cock, her fingers trailing along his length expertly.&nbsp; Drawing in a breath with his hiss, he suddenly dropped an arm under the back of her knees and lifted her into his arms.&nbsp; He carried her easily to the roomy made bed and dropped her on the soft quilt.&nbsp; He watched from above as she stretched out lasciviously for his gaze, then mounted the bed on his knees, but straddling her head and stretching his hands out to support him as he moved down to kiss his way down her belly towards his destination between her thighs.&nbsp; His cock gradually came within range of her lips as his found her sweet and ready sex.&nbsp; His tongue went to work, dedicated to licking every exposed inch of her pussy, while his crotch was now hers to enjoy.<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Saxon_and_Nina.JPG)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 04:53:10</strong>
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				<em>Dana and Tommy, Roadside</em><br><br>As Tommy climbed back onto the motorcycle, Dana wrapped her arms around him, planting a kiss through his jacket. "Tell Harri we hit traffic," she said with a chuckle. "I don't think she'll forgive us for being late to a sex party because we were having sex!" Her arms squeezed around him affectionately.<br><br><em>Emma, Trina, Alex, Michael</em><br><br>Master's hand in her hair prompted Emma to make a noise of pleasure, swiftly muffled as he forced her mouth onto his cock, her plush red lips stretching obscenely around his thick shaft to meet Alex's. Her tongue slithered under his cock, wiggling left and right, pushing his loose skin around. Her hands moved across to Alex as well; Master seemed plenty entertained by their three eager mouths, but that didn't mean he wouldn't appreciate a show either. So, while she moaned and sucked on those parts of his tremendous cock she could reach, Emma also gently gripped Alex's breasts, her thumbs rolling across the woman's nipples, long fingernails toying lightly across her skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 10:17:05</strong>
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				"<strong>Only if she has to do the paperwork for overtime.</strong>" he snickers.<br><br>With the squeeze he snickers and replies with a slap at her ass.<br><br>"<strong>But you have a point.</strong>" he says as he moves to the motorcycle, starting it up and climbing on.<br><br>"<strong>Hop on baby,</strong>" he finishes, motioning with a finger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 02:03:06</strong>
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				Dana bounced up onto the seat, her thighs sliding upward to brush his, and buckled her helmet, tugging her visor down. Her voice now muffled, she opted instead to give her lover's waist a quick squeeze as he started up the motorcycle and they roared off toward the Darlings' mansion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ithica</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 10:20:15</strong>
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				---Saxon and Nina Glendenning to their room before dinner ---<br><br>Taking a few moments to simply enjoy Saxon’s mouth plying her pussy, Nina moaned, her legs clamping around his head lightly as she arched into him. Her tongue slipped from her mouth, caressing his erect shaft with a tentative, teasing lick, one followed by another, her attentions to Saxon more playful than serious. Small caresses became more, and soon enough she was clamping her hands on his hips, drawing him down closer, encouraging his cock further into her mouth.<br><br>Closing her lips around him Nina sucked hard on his tip, popping it from her mouth before repeating the action again, her teeth grazing him each time; a little pain with the pleasure. Keeping him within her mouth her tongue swirled around Saxon, and her hands moved to his ass, massaging him as she worked busily on his cock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 08:11:42</strong>
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				Tommy's motorcycle flares to life when he starts it and the road calls them once more. No longer merely wandering, Tommy's goal is clear now as he heads for the mansion in the woods.<br><br>The last stretch was always the funnest bit as the slopes start changing as well. He remembered that, he ran with it. Smirking, the mansion clears the trees as me makes the last turn. It's just a bit longer to get a parking space which shouldn't be hard at all.<br><br>"<strong>Ready lover?</strong>" he asks as he slows down, "<strong>Time for our entrance.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 08:23:59</strong>
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				Dana's reply is a breathless chuckle - Tommy's damnable, relentless machinery hadn't let up one bit on the way over! The viberider had done its level best to reduce her to a quivering mess again, and nearly succeeded.<br>"Yes," she cried out, trying to make herself heard over the engine and the muffling effect of the helmets. "Yes, I'm ready!" She squeezed his chest hard in affirmation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend of Debauchery: ACT I - Arriving on Friday evening</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 14:41:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3696124#msg3696124">Quote from: jazz on 28-09-2010, 21:54:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Part of her knew she wasn’t playing fair.&nbsp; But there were times he was just irresistible.&nbsp; Most of the time, really.&nbsp; She reluctantly let him go, resisting the urge to reach out and bring him back to her.&nbsp; They’d be expected downstairs shortly.<br><br>After taking his hand, Jazz stepped out to be wrapped up in a luxurious towel.&nbsp; She dried off and began looking through her toiletries bag which had been brought up.&nbsp; Applying a scented body lotion that she also knew tasted good, she worked on her hair and makeup.<br><br>Once satisfied, Jazz moved into where the gown her husband had purchased for this occasion had been.&nbsp; She was still a bit nervous at others seeing her in it.&nbsp; But at the same time she wanted to see Jake’s reaction.&nbsp; Slipping her heels on she moved gracefully into the main part of the room where he was relaxing in a chair.&nbsp; She spun in a slow circle asking, “How do I look?”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jake could only continue to smile, the gown hung on her like a second skin and it was tranparent enough that her nipples where easy to discern, though they were going to a meal he was certain every man (and most of the woman) would rather be dining on Jazz then any food placed before them... he moved to her and placed his hands on her waiste kissing her and smiling.. "You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen..." he stepped back.. " and the gown is not that bad either.."<br><br>It was then his turn to dress... and he dropped his towel.. his cock was already getting semi-hard but he could not help it.. the sight of his wife in the gown and heels... he smiled as he slipped into a pair of blue silk boxers then the 'tux' he decided to forgo socks and slipped on the expensive loafers he had bought just for the weekend.. he had broken them in knowing he would have to dress 'up' and aside from refusing to wear a tie and keep his shirt a bit undone.. he hoped that he equally was as pleasing to look at as was his wife..<br><br>He turned noticing she had watched him dress and he paused... "so... like what YOU see?" he asked...?
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