Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi & Sauna
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				Title: <strong>Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>16-03-2016, 18:58:18</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.extravaganzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/Exquisite-European-Manor9.jpg)<br>(http://cdn.designrulz.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/waterfall-designrulz-00998.jpg)(http://news.bbcimg.co.uk/media/images/59405000/jpg/_59405372_housesauna.jpg)<br>For a bit of privacy, there are three small alcoves behind the waterfalls where the swimmers can go to have fun without witnesses.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>17-03-2016, 10:54:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Duchesse.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Duchesse, Club Owner</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Lounging Chair, on the patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br><strong>Who: </strong> Peter, while on duty<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">"<acronym title="I said no, now leave me.">J'ai dit non, maintenant laisse moi.</acronym>" Duchesse said to a client as she walked out onto the patio. The client finally understood her refusal to be with him or anyone else for the time being. Her French was delivered perfectly, without a trace of English accent, but there was definitely a European one there. She glided toward one of the lounging chair on the patio. Her long brown hair was kept back by&nbsp; the black ribbon that held her golden mask in place. Sometimes she cursed the damn thing, but sometimes it allowed her to test her employees&nbsp; in a most intimate manner.<br><br>The black robe slipped off her shoulders, reveling a toned body and unblemished, lightly tanned skin. She knew that he was there and she was sure that his eyes were glued to her back, no doubt on her ass, as she tossed the black robe across the foot of the chair. The shift change was in fifteen, no maybe ten minutes now. She was on schedule to do what she wanted to do. He was young, gorgeous, and she had seen him perform before. It had been quite a sight and it made her want to be on the receiving end of those thrusts… For a while she didn't think that she would catch his eye, being a bit more than twenty years older, but he had proved her wrong.<br><br>Today, she meant to lure him in, to incite him to take the step that would need to be taken for them to be together. It was risky'; she was his boss, but it was well known that she had no qualms sleeping with the male employees when they were on site and off the job. She sat onto the chair and leaned back against the reclined back. She was at an angle for him, and since she wanted not to be obvious about it without shoving herself into his face, she had to make it so it looked normal.<br><br>Duchesse, the name by which she went when she wore the mask,&nbsp; opened her legs so that her foot out be over the edge and flat on the ground. It provided with a clear, if not direct, line of sight to her almost bare lips. With her left arm over her head, she lowered her right hand slowly toward the prize. Her perfectly manicured burgundy nails caressed her abs, passed over her belly button over her mons and caressed her outer lips. The first pass was light, the second was firmer and so was the third, and then the fourth… By the fifth motion, her middle finger slipped between the lips and caressed the whole length up to the apex of her lips.<br><br>Her eyes were almost closed. For anyone looking, they might as well be, but she could still see him between her eyelashes and she watched to see if she had caught his attention or not. Her hand between her leg was relentless.&nbsp; The fingers on either side of her middle finger spread her slightly, and her middle finger teased her pearl a few seconds, then lowered and teased her entrance, before doing it all over again, and again. A small moan passed her lips and each time her finger reached her clit, she squirmed and arched her back slightly.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>17-03-2016, 16:14:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/HarlequinMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Harlequin, Security</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> The patio --&gt; Locker room --&gt; The patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br><strong>Who: </strong> Duchesse<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Peter told himself that the reason he followed Duchesse and the gentleman with her out onto the patio was for professional reasons. Duchesse had that air about her, Peter could tell - that air that said she wasn't really interested in companionship at the moment - at least not with the gentleman who seemed insistent on enticing her. Being part of the security team, Peter felt it his duty to follow, to make sure that the man did not overstep his manners, which men especially sometimes did in such a place. Despite the hedonism and debauchery that took place here almost every minute of almost every day, one rule always remained in place: it would always be consensual, and trying to 'push' someone into action wasn't often tolerated or forgiven.<br><br>Especially if the target of one's affections was the owner of the place, Duchesse.<br><br>Following behind them far enough not to hear very clearly, but close enough to keep them in sight, Duchesse and her would-be suitor reached the patio where she spoke to him her French, her accent sending tingles down Peter's spine. Whatever she said finally seemed to get through to the man as he paused for a moment - that moment Peter knew the man was pondering his very near future - and then he politely nodded and turned away. Smart move, Peter thought. It was so much better to take rejection and so seek out other prey than to be tossed out on your ass, he silently observed. Especially when there were so many other sweet options available throughout the building. Peter had confidence the man would be balls-deep within some willing partner soon enough - it just wouldn't be Duchesse who would be offering it to him.<br><br>The man walked past Peter, barely acknowledging him as he moved on by. Seeing Duchesse alone, that should have been the end of it, Peter realized. He had mentally justified following the owner out onto the patio by thinking he was 'protecting' her... but now, as he stood in the few shadows of the doorway before the patio, he knew it was more than that.<br><br>She was a glorious specimen, whom he had desired himself since his first day on he job. She was also aloof, and very choosy in whom she let touch her body. Working security had been a sort of -torture-, for Peter, watching all of the events going on for hours each day, unable to initiate contact while he was 'on duty'. He glanced down at his watch, realizing that his 'duty' for that day, in fact, would be over in less than a quarter hour.<br><br>His eyes settled on Duchesse as he watched her, and his attention was fully on her when the black robe slipped from her body. For a woman in her forties, she looked like a never-aging goddess, more enticing than any other woman he had seen to date. What was she like in her twenties, he imagined? And his mind decided that she looked just as she did now. Lightly tanned with perfect skin, and the ache in his loins that suddenly bloomed told him that her curves were perfect. Peter watched from the shadows as she moved to one of the reclining lounge chairs and sat down, leaning back, one of her legs still resting over the edge, foot on the ground, the other extended along the foot of the lounge chair itself.<br><br>And angle was perfect, almost as if she had intended to give him a peek at what lie at the apex of her thighs. She was nearly bare there, save for the slender wisp of hair that ran vertically from the edge of her folds upward a few inches. The ache between his legs intensified - he absolutely loved how she 'groomed' herself there, yet another reason he was so drawn to her. She raised an arm up over her head to relax, while her other moved downward... Peter licked his lips as her hand glided over her perfectly sculpted body, his own hands envious as her hand slid past her bellybutton and onward further. <br><br>Watching her fingers descend upon her sex made his breath catch in his throat. Her fingers moved in that feminine way that a man could never truly imitate, and after a few gracefully light passes of her fingers, her middle finger penetrated her silken lips, stroking upward toward where her clit waited for obvious attention.<br><br>Her eyes were closed (or so he thought), as he took a small step forward without realizing it, eager to be closer, eager to watch, desiring a front-row seat to witness this woman touch herself. As such, if she opened her eyes and looked his way, she'd clearly see him now, and there would be no doubt that he watched on as gently, her index and ring fingers gently spread her sex lips apart, giving her middle finger easier access to the treasures that lie beneath. He could see it clearly now, watching her tease her pearl slowly, then moments later sliding down as if to ensure her opening was ready for penetration... then slowly sliding back up again. She moaned softly - and in answer, his cock throbbed in his pants, solid and eager. Her back arched slightly, and Peter finally took in a breath, hoping she hadn't heard the near-gasp from his lips in the doing.<br><br>Watching her do this was even worse torture than usual... there were so many ways he might please her, but she had already dismissed one potential suitor... perhaps she simply wanted to enjoy self-pleasure for now? But as she worked herself more and more toward pleasure... that desire could -very- well change, her needs and hunger evolving into desires of a different kind quite easily.<br><br>And if that happened, he wanted to be ready.<br><br>Peter glanced at his watch... three minutes until the end of his shift. ~Fuck this!~ he mentally growled to himself, as he gave Duchesse one last look as her fingers slowly worked, and then forced himself to turn and nearly -run- back toward the main room and directly toward the locker room. Gratefully, he saw the next security shift already in place, so his presence would not be missed. Inside the locker room he moved quickly, as if his very clothing was on fire, pulling off the white dress shirt, black pants - everything - and stuffed them into his locker. Nude, his manhood standing at attention like the mast of a ship, he donned the black robe - and most importantly, the mask meant only for him. Then securing his locker, he turned and retraced his steps back out to the patio...<br><br>And silently cursed himself when he arrived.<br><br>Duchesse was still alone, thankfully, but she now lay on the lounge seat face down, both ends of the chair level with the ground now as she relaxed, her hands folded beneath her cheek like small pillows. He had missed it, missed her glorious ending... and the chance to be the one to help her reach it.<br><br>His ardour somewhat doused for the moment, he knew that not all hope was lost. If given the chance, he was confident he could bring her to that point again. He found that his feet weren't moving so confidently, though, and he knew why - she was an older woman, and she was also the owner, a woman of position and status here, and though that lured him in like a moth to a flame, it also meant she had power over him... something he most certainly was not used to.<br><br>Still... he approached, hoping he would not meet the same fate as the previous man.<br><br>"Good evening, my lady," he said softly, politely, as he approached her, hoping he hadn't woken her from a light nap or intruded upon her day-dreams. "Would you care for some company? Perhaps a massage, since you seem almost prepared for one?" he added playfully, a smile on his lips.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>18-03-2016, 08:56:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Duchesse.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Duchesse, Club Owner</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Lounging Chair, on the patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner<br><strong>Who: </strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Once Peter was inside, Duchesse stopped toying with herself. She was doing it for his benefit, to lure him to her and from the lump in the front of his pants and how fast he had left his post as soon as the time was up - she assumed that he had waited for the last minute - she was quite sure that he had bitten the bait and wasn't about to let go of it. She was pleased, to say the least.&nbsp; He was gorgeous; she had seen him naked more than once, and seen him in action too. Now she wanted to touch, to taste, to be the reason why he moaned and tensed.<br><br>She turned on her front and raised her arms above her head. The mask made it slightly uncomfortable, but it was nothing that she couldn't live with. She waited patiently, give him ten, fifteen minutes before she would move into the pool. It wasn't like she planned on waiting for him forever and if he decided that he would not have sex with his boss, waiting for him here would be pointless. She did not have to wait that long. With her eyes closed much like before she glanced toward the footsteps coming her way. If it turned out to be the French asshole again, he'd get the sharp side of her tongue… But no. It was Peter. Well, Harlequin now. Awesome.<br><br>Duchesse opened her eyes when he spoke at her and she lifted herself onto her elbows, curving her back, showing some of her cleavage and and turning her head so that all of her hair fell over the shoulder furthest from him. "Hmm… You leave here with a hard on that could have ripped through your pants, and when you come back to me, you offer me a massage. Is that because you are very disciplined or because you don't dare to let me know exactly what you want right from the start?" She asked, her French accent slipping into her words. It had mellowed out a lot through the years, but there was still an edge to her words that indicated English was a second language.<br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>18-03-2016, 09:29:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/HarlequinMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Harlequin, Security</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> The patio --&gt; Locker room --&gt; The patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br><strong>Who: </strong> Duchesse<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">His introduction was polite and smooth, as he had intended it to be. Duchesse knew who he was, of course - she knew who -every- one of her employees were - and many of them she knew quite intimately, or so he thought. Maybe after tonight, she would know -him- quite intimately, too, he hoped, and he had fantasized about it already many times, ever since his first day, ever since she interviewed him before offering him the job. She had not worn a bra during the interview, and her nipples... Jesus, Peter had went home and tossed off a load so quickly with her image burned in his mind, it stunned him. Since then, he had vowed to have her... someday.<br><br>She rose up on her elbows, allowing him to see a generous amount of flesh at the sides of her breasts, cleavage teasing him as well. Her hair flung to the side, away from him as she turned her gaze to meet him, hearing his words. When she spoke, her French accent made his knees shake a little - and he was so very grateful that the robe reached down almost to his ankles so that she couldn't see how her voice affected him. He was quite an experienced young man, for his age - he wasn't some sixteen year old able to lose his load in seconds, nor would Peter act like one. He desired her, lusted for her, wanted her... but he was still quite disciplined, and patient - even if he didn't really want to be right now.<br><br>She spoke back to him, her sexy voice sounding a bit playful herself. He quirked a half-smile at her and slightly shrugged. "Your experience is as expansive as it is alluring, my lady," he replied politely again. One thing was for sure - she knew he had been watching her earlier. "I enjoyed watching you touch yourself. I can't recall a more beautiful sight that I've ever seen," he admitted, and though she might assume it was simple flattery - it was pretty much the truth, or at least very close to it.<br><br>"Upon returning, though, it seems you have found satisfaction for now, and so I offered a massage for my mistress who works quite hard to provide this paradise for all her guests," he said, complimenting her skill at putting this entire endeavor to work. "And... because I would very much like to put my hands upon her skin," he added - also being quite honest, his smile growing a little as he looked through his mask down at her. <br><br>Gentle. Slow. He didn't just blurt out that he wanted to fuck&nbsp; her, but then he didn't want her to think he wasn't that interested, either. Something in between, Peter thought, would be where he would need to tread...</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>18-03-2016, 19:31:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Duchesse.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Duchesse, Club Owner</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Lounging Chair, on the patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner<br><strong>Who: </strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Duchesse did assume that his compliment about being the most beautiful sight was no more than a shameless flirt, a flattery done to be granted access to the sweet, coveted prize. She had heard a lot during those three years of maintaining and partaking the club. She believed that she heard it all. That didn't mean that she had become jaded, insensitive to compliments and flirts. Men didn't have to work any harder to get her, she had always been picky. He easily fit her criteria when it came to physical appearance, and he appeared to appreciate going down on women, which earned him major points.<br><br>She smiled at his compliment, but again her smile had something playful, mischievous, as if she meant to toy with him further. She understood that he thought she had made herself cum, and that she was sated for now. How mistaken he was! And that gave her an idea. That robe had to go, and she had to set the record straight. If she had figured him out right, knowing that she was aroused, wet, and not yet satisfied would spur him on. If she had figured right.<br>&nbsp;<br>"If you remove that robe and come close enough, I'll whisper a secret into your ear." She bit her lower lip gently and made a small motion for him to come closer. She was turned on by the idea of being with him, of having him naked so close to her. She was definitely quite flattered that he seemed to be into her as much as she was into him, even if it was all just in pursuit of some carnal satisfaction. Duchesse clearly wasn't looking for a relationship. One divorce was enough for a lifetime. Being able to enjoy herself anywhere on her property with anyone that she wants and who wants her back was enough to keep her from feeling lonely. Her dark eyes, followed his movement, assessed how she should word that secret of hers…<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 12:23:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/HarlequinMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Harlequin, Security</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> The patio --&gt; Locker room --&gt; The patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br><strong>Who: </strong> Duchesse<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>Thankfully, Duchesse smiled in response to his words. She hadn't rolled her eyes or dismissed him, so the took that as a good sign. This was no twenty year-old women easily seduced, and he knew this might very well be a challenge. Duchesse was savvy and intelligent, he had seen plenty of examples of that since he had started working for her. He knew that a few sweet words weren't going to get her to spread her thighs for him. <br><br>Then she challenged him to remove his robe and come closer so that she could whisper something - a secret- into his ear. He tilted his head to the side a bit, obviously intrigued. What sort of 'secret' would she share with him, he wondered? And her desire to see him without his robe - and blatantly declaring such desire - definitely surprised him as well. But he was a smooth operator, and his surprise was momentary at best. His hands moved up to the ties of his black robe, and slowly began to undo it.<br><br>"How could anyone resist such an offer?" he asked playfully, smoothly, as his hands worked the knot free. "To learn one of Duchesse's secrets... that would truly be an honor," he said, the ties of the robe's belt coming free. He let them fall, and with it, the front of his robe slid and fell slightly open. As it did... his cock, thick and stiff, nearly sprang free between the two sides of his robe, protruding outward like a thick, solid flagpole from the black fabric of his robe. He was as solid as a man could be, and impressively hung. After letting her get a view for a moment, he reached his hands up and shrugged off the robe, letting it fall to the ground to pool at his feet. <br><br>Harlequin stood naked, completely, before him, his lean but toned body on display for her eyes. He was proud of his looks, his body, and of course his endowment. He'd never received a complaint yet, and right now, more than ever, he hoped that would hold true as he slowly took a step toward where Duchesse lay on the lounge recliner. He came to stand beside her, looking down at her, then slowly, carefully, he lowered himself to his knees up beside where her head was. He rested his hands on the edge of the lounge chair, still not touching her, and then whispered to her just loud enough to hear.<br><br>"I am ready to hear this secret of yours, my lady," he informed her quietly, a faint smile on his face, his intense eyes firmly on hers. Then slowly, he turned his head and lowered it downward in an effort to make it easy for her to whisper to him as she had indicated...<br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 19:45:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Duchesse.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Duchesse, Club Owner</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Lounging Chair, on the patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner<br><strong>Who: </strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">She had caught a glimpse of his surprise, so quickly gone that she was not entirely sure that it was there. Duchesse let her eyes roam over the man's body without shame or shyness. All that Harlequin would be able to witness was her vivid interest in his beautiful, perfectly sculpted body. It was at the price of an effort that she did not reach out and paw at him.&nbsp; She would do plenty of touching soon enough, she was sure, and so she could wait a few more just for the pleasure of her eyes.<br><br>Her gaze hitched at his cock, and she bit her lower lip. It was tempting, so tempting, to reach out and stroke him. She wanted to know if he was the kind of man to get weak in the knees when she would touch him or if he would remain mostly stoic and feel flattered that she paid attention to him in this way… No matter how he would react, her gaze still remained on him with a certain hunger in them. Desire for this younger man was not going to be an issue, for sure.<br><br>She watched him lower himself by her chair with the same predator look in her eyes, as if she meant to pounce on him, her prey. There would be no pouncing, not yet anyway. She was still at the stage of luring him in, wanting him to lust for her even more than he already was. He lowered himself toward her and she turned to her side. Conscious that her mask could be unpleasant if it brushed against the skin in a certain way, she was very careful when she leaned in toward his ear.<br><br>He could now see the front of her body unhindered, the position on her side making the hollow of her waist more pronounced between her hips and her ribs. She was propping herself up on her elbow and when her lips came close enough to his ear, she shared her secret which was closer to a confession.&nbsp; "I waited until the last minutes of your shift because I've caught your eyes on me lately. I've waited and touched myself to tempt you, to arouse you, and bait you to come to me tonight. I have not made myself cum, because I want you to do it." She spoke softly, her tone suave and her breath a warm breeze against the side of his neck.<br><br>Duchesse's hand finally went to his chest. With only her fingertips, she went downward and followed the shape of his abs, the line of his waist, and stopped as she felt her fingers brush against the base of his shaft, teasing, hinting that she could grab it if she chose to,&nbsp; or simply have her fingers linger very near and keep him guessing as to whether or not she would push the caress further. From anyone else, this might have come across as not having the courage to push further, but from Duchess, it was a way to make him delve deeper into lust and want. Her fingers followed the length up to the tip, their touch just firm enough not to be a tickling, feather-like touch, and then it went back down in the same manner, but along the underside with the clear goal of visiting his balls.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 23:09:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/HarlequinMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Harlequin, Security</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> The patio --&gt; Locker room --&gt; The patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br><strong>Who: </strong> Duchesse<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>Harlequin remained silent as he watched Duchesse appraise his body. He hoped he was sufficient, enough perhaps to arouse her. He had deep hopes of being able to enjoy her, but it was whispered that she was quite picky about her men. To have several was not beyond her, but she did not spread her thighs for just anyone. Being in her position, she was permitted to deny whoever she wished, but then again, all acts on the property were supposed to be conducted with mutual consent, regardless.<br><br>He noticed her bite her lip when her eyes fell to his manhood. He was quite proud of his endowment, and had never heard a complaint. One or two girls, in his early days, had even said he was too big, which only stroked his ego even more. But he wasn't freakishly huge by any means. He said nothing, allowing her to look as long as she wished. <br><br>Then he carefully lowered himself so that she might more easily whisper her secret to him. They were both careful not to bump their heads - or their masks together. That would only prove that he was ungraceful, and likely she would send him away. But with both of them being careful, it was no problem at all for him to lower down to where her mouth was by his ear. As he turned his head, of course, his gaze looked down her body, and the throb along his length intensified. She was a goddess in form, in his eyes, and he saw at least a dozen places he wished to touch and kiss her. She moved, then, rising up on her side to lean against one of her elbows as she whispered her confession. <br><br>She caught his eyes on her lately, and here he thought he had been so very careful not to be seen. She was likely used to being stared at, and likely could tell when a man was lusting for her anyway. But she knew he had, so there was no sense in denying it. She admitted to touching herself to tempt him, to arouse him, and she knew it had worked because there he sat next to her, listening to her confession. Then she claimed she had not brought herself to climax, which surprised him, and then she admitted why: She wanted him to do it. Her breath warm against his neck, he felt a tingle go down his spine as she basically said she expected him to pleasure her.<br><br>Then he felt her hand on his chest, just the fingertips, and slowly they glided downward. His body tensed, his abs tightening as her fingers moving across the shallow hills and valleys of his tone stomach, and downward her hand continued to move until her fingertips brushed up against the base of his engorged pole.<br><br>His upper body rose up straight, slowly, so that it would afford her an easier reach. Then her fingers began to glide up his hardened length, just the fingertips again, and he sucked in a soft breath at her touch. As her fingers moved along, his cock twitched in response once... then twice... and again when her fingers reached the swollen, spongy-tipped head. Then those same fingers swirled around to the underside, returning back down his shaft but along the thick rail of a vein underneath, and as her hand reached the base once more, his hips gently eased forward a few inches to once again make the reach easier for her.<br><br>"Truth me told... I've lusted for you since the first day you interviewed me, my lady," he admitted softly. "What man here would not? All of them do, I am sure of it. You are a most beautiful, exotic woman - the finest I have ever laid eyes upon, sworn by my honor," he said plainly. "And I would be honored to finish what you so delightfully started... and in any manner you please. What would you enjoy the most, I wonder? A skilled tongue sending you over the edge as I watch you from below? The gentle touch of nimble, graceful fingers as my lips kiss yours so sweetly, whispering soft words meant for only us? Or are you in need of being filled to capacity, powerful, deep thrusts giving you the completion that you seek?" he asked smoothly with a pleasant smile as her hand reached down toward his sack. <br><br>"And, of course... how -quickly- would you like to feel this pleasure? I am yours for as long as you desire..."<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 05:10:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Duchesse.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Duchesse, Club Owner</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Lounging Chair, on the patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner<br><strong>Who: </strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">His reactions were a delight. All of his body language seemed to be saying "More, please, give me more." Her gaze wandered as she whispered, and she looked downward to see the pulses and twitches. He had a beautiful cock; a beautiful -young- cock, and she could feel how it reacted to her touch in a most vivid way. This one would be interesting to tease, Duchesse decided, and it would be something to do later. She had done some teasing today and was still doing a fair bit of it, but she wanted him before he changed his mind and decided that he'd prefer not to fuck his boss.<br><br>Her fingers dipped below, cradling his balls in her fingers and her thumb brushing back and forth near the base of his shaft. Her touch was still light, with the goal of making him want for something more. She wanted him to long for a firmer pressure, a careful but firm caress. He answered to her confession with one of his own. She was surprised to hear that he had been lusting after her for that long. She had not been aware of it all along, and felt flattered.<br><br>"Flattery." She said, with a half-smile, indicating that it had at least partly reached its goal. "How about all three? Or would you not have the patience to wait that long for your own pleasure, as young men tend to do." She teased him. It was a challenge, clearly wanting him to do something about it, to dare to make a move on her. She moved then, onto the lounging chair. It was a wider model, as the whole place was done keeping in mind that sex would usually be shared with a partner. It still wasn't anywhere near a double bed, however, and he would be able to fit beside her only if one of them was laid on their side and the other laid at the very edge of the chair.<br><br>Duchesse glanced behind her, where most of the chair remained empty and then up at her. "Why don't you come and lay behind me? We'll see if you have the patience to deliver some of what you offered." Of course, that would mean that she would no longer be able to handle his hard tool, that she would feel it against her butt or, better yet, between her legs, but she could live with that. For now. He would have the full access to her body, and they would still be able to kiss…</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 08:59:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/HarlequinMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Harlequin, Security</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> The patio --&gt; Locker room --&gt; The patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br><strong>Who: </strong> Duchesse<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>Harlequin was pleased when she looked him over so openly, as if he was a statue on display for her eyes only. When her eyes angled down to look at his considerably impressive manhood, it only took a slight tensing on his part to make it twitch once... then twice... as if purposely drawing her eye. He could do that while he was inside her, too, he wanted to say... giving her incredible stimulate, but for now, he remained silent as she looked him over.<br><br>Her fingers then moved below, gently cradling the two round orbs that stored his plentiful seed. If he was lucky - he'd get to show her just what a load of his was really like, though it sounded as if she already knew, had she watched him before. Her touch was gentle and skilled - this woman certainly knew how to handle a cock, obviously, her thumb gently stroking right at the root. Her light touch -did- make him crave something more... substantial, but he knew rushing at her like a frenzied teen would likely end any chance he had with her.... or, maybe that's what she wanted...<br><br>In response to his words, she replied with a single one of her own, 'Flattery', a half-smile on her lips. Then she asked what he thought about all three forms of pleasure for her - tongue, fingers, and cock. He raised a brow, then, his smile widening in surprise as she then went on to tease him about not being able to handle all three, being that he was so young, worried for his own pleasure. When she went quiet, he decided to reply, his voice as soft as hers, smooth and sultry.<br><br>"My words were not merely meant as flattery, my lady. I give you my word. If you doubt me... allow me to kiss you, and you will have no doubt that I meant every word I said," he promised. He loved passionate kissing, but it truly -was- more passionate the more he was attracted to someone, and she had made him ache many times since he first met her. "You've no idea how many times I've stroked myself to thoughts of you... envious of the other men who bedded you...," he whispered, and though he had a faint smile on his lips now, his voice was quite serious.<br><br>She moved, then, on the lounge chair, and then she glanced behind her and then turned to look up at him, suggesting that he take his place behind her. She teased him about patience, and his smile widened a bit. "I'd be delighted. Though I must admit, I did not expect you to be so... -greedy-," he said playfully as he moved around to the other side of the chair, his eyes never leaving her. "You desire all -three- measures of pleasure? I have to say... that impresses me... but we'll just have to see if -you- can last long enough to enjoy all three...," he added, tossing out a gentle challenge of his own.<br><br>Carefully, then, he moved onto the chair behind her, turning immediately on his side to offer her more room. He pressed his stout chest against her back, and down low, his hips eased forward, the underside of his cock sliding warmly, slowly, along the smooth skin of her ass, the head of his swollen member angling upward toward her lower back. Leaning up on his elbow, he leaned forward, his head right beside hers.<br><br>"Fingers first, then, I suppose? A slow, gentle massage to ease you into bliss... to prepare you for what will come after?" he asked in a heated whisper. As he spoke, his hand settled gently on her hips, fingers lightly caressing her smooth skin with a teasing touch that was not a scratch, but it wasn't a soft tickle, either...<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 03:45:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Duchesse.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Duchesse, Club Owner</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Lounging Chair, on the patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner<br><strong>Who: </strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">"Kisses." She said, softly, as if pondering the idea but her smile said otherwise. "I would like that very much. I love kissing." Her gaze followed him as he stood and took his place behind her. Everything in the way he moved and walk made her want to reach for him and touch him. He looked healthy, strong, and more than anything he seemed to be bursting with arousal and stamina to back it up. Such a sweet thing…<br><br>&nbsp;She tilted her head when he called her greedy, but smiled. "You have no idea how greedy I will be, if you proved to be as good as I expect you to be. I might just keep you here all night until you fall from exhaustion or can't get it up anymore." She teased, although the idea was quite interesting. It was a challenge to decide which one of them would actually request for rest and sleep first. She was at the top of her shape and a woman, which meant that her body didn't depend on whether or not she was able to get her sexual organ hard again, but he was 20 years younger and that ought to balance the odds…<br><br>He laid on the chair behind her and she felt his stiff cock pressing against her back, and where the back lost its name.&nbsp; His words whispered in her ear made her shiver, though his presence against her back warmed her in many different ways. She debated staying this way or turning on her back, as she had enough space to do so. Her hand raised to the side of his face and she decided that the less awkward position would be to give him full access to her body, unhindered, and allow for the passionate kiss that they both wanted to share was to have her on her back. <br><br>She slid gently onto her back, keeping the side of her body pressed against him as the chair wasn't overly large. The arm that would be stuck between them was raised and put under her head. She spread her legs, the one the closest to him hooked over his legs, the other hanging over the other edge and with its foot on the ground. She was quite offered to him, right at this moment and she knew it. She turned her head to him, a wicked smile on her lips.<br><br>"Why don't you show me what you fantasized about, all these times? What you thought you would do to me, given the chance…"</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 07:48:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/HarlequinMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Harlequin, Security</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> The patio --&gt; Locker room --&gt; The patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br><strong>Who: </strong> Duchesse<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>Harlequin nodded and smiled when she explained that kisses were something she desired. "As do I," he replied to loving them, quite eagerly in fact. In his experience, women often went from 'I can make out, but no sex...' to 'Oh god, please fuck me', if the -kisses- were done right. He knew that playing a woman's body against her was almost an art-form, and that physical pleasure could turn a woman's body against her own thoughts if she was aroused properly. And once her body turned, her mind would most often turn to putty. Only the most disciplined women could resist that temptation of pleasure. Lucky for Harlequin, there were too many guys out there who were just in it for the fuck-and-cum, and that was it. When a man proved himself a -worthy- lover, usually a wise woman would be unwilling to let him go so easily...<br><br>And now, he had the chance to seduce the most beautiful woman he had ever met. But she wasn't some young bird, inexperienced in such things. Duchesse was quite the opposite, experienced and likely every bit as disciplined as he assumed she would be. If anyone could resist his charms - or his skills - it would be her. Luring her into his 'clutches' would be enormously challenging... and maybe impossible, depending...<br><br>She tilted her head and replied to his 'accusation' that she was being 'greedy', suggesting she might push him to his limits. His smile was charming and confident when he spoke back to her. "I am sure you would put up a valiant effort, my lady. But in the end - I do believe your body will ache for my touch... even after you have succumbed to exhaustion. Fear not - I will make sure you make it to your bed - carrying you there myself.... and remaining with you to keep watch over you, of course," he teased suggestively. Oh, he'd do more than 'keep watch' over her... by the time he was done, his hands would know every inch of her skin...<br><br>He felt her shiver in response to some of his words, and he hoped that it was a shiver of anticipation. The thick slab of his flesh against her back was hot, warmer than his hands or legs against her body. Slowly she began to adjust, turning slowly to lie on her back, and he very slightly inched back to give her a -little- more room. The place they lay presented its own challenges - but it also forced them to be -very- close, which he appreciated. A moment later, she lay on her back, one hand up behind her head. Her slender, shapely thighs spread, one hooking over his legs, the other moved away from him, over the edge of the lounge seat, her foot coming to rest on the ground next to it. His eyes glanced down the sleek curves of her body - she'd feel his cock -pulse- strongly against her back, as if tapping her skin gently for attention. She was a sight to behold, and he had spied on her many times in the past, in one position or another with various clients. Now... apparently... he would have -his- turn with her.<br><br>She turned her head toward him, smiling mischievously. She spoke, her voice that of a siren, luring him in. She urged him to share his fantasies with her, to show her how he had fantasized about her... and he laughed softly.<br><br>"Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you?" he asked, his hand moving to gently glide fingertips along the exposed flesh in the valley between her sizable breasts. "You'd like me to do that, to mount you and thrust wickedly into you until I've spilled myself. You'd enjoy laughing at my plight, teasing me about being a young boy, unable to hold his seed...," he added, his finger-tips curling upward, up the steep mound of her left breast&nbsp; until they reached her nipple where they played softly, teasingly running in circles around her areola - without touching her nipple quite yet.<br><br>"But no, mistress... <em>-you-</em> will lose yourself to me first. <em>And</em> -second-. Before I even get to feel the most exotic <em>silk</em> this world has to offer me...," he added confidently. Of course, she -could- command otherwise... hell, she could demand that he stand-up right now and jerk-off until he lost his load, and he'd have to do it if he wanted to keep his job. But he had the feeling she was more proud than -that-. Commanding him to do such a thing would be too damned <em>easy</em>. He had a feeling she enjoyed it most when a man lost control <em>-all on their own-</em>. When her body, her sexual aura was simply so strong it made a man do things she didn't need to command with words. That was how he pictured her, but he also knew he could be wrong. She might even grow bored and send him away before he even came close to a climax himself... but he'd have to do it, simply because of who she was.<br><br>"But I do hope, mistress, that you will allow me to fulfill -some- of my fantasies, at least, before you grow bored with me," he whispered, lowering his head toward hers. "Kissing... was definitely among them...," he added just before his lips brushed hers lightly, teasingly, but remained close enough for her to kiss if she desired it. Meanwhile, his fingers on her breast surrounded - and then gently closed in on her nipple, lightly squeezing for a moment, then his fingers spread wide and slowly went flat against her breast, groping it gently as he palmed it completely. A soft, 'Hmmmm...,' echoed from his throat as his lips brushed again, trying to tease her into a kiss, as his hand kneaded the huge orb in his palm, firmly lifting, feeling the size and heft of it in his palm...<br><br>Once their kiss met more firmly and began to deep, only then did his hand slid off her breast... and slowly descend down the front of her body, lower and lower as his tongue silently invited hers to meet...</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 05:23:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Duchesse.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Duchesse, Club Owner</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Lounging Chair, on the patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner<br><strong>Who: </strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">"I was hoping that your fantasies were a bit more varied than just mounting me like a teenager, actually." Duchesse said, and her tone had a hint of disappointment to it. Was it really all that he imagined? Were young men really so different? She could remember fantasies about the man who had become her husband, and they involved a lot of kissing, of touching, of foreplay before reaching the happy ending. "And I would have been extremely disappointed, rather than laughing, if that was really what you were going to do."<br><br>Her areola tightened under his touch, nipple hardening more than it already was to the point where it was almost painful. He was definitely a smooth talker. She let it slide and would until she felt that he buttered a bit too thick. It was flattering for the moment, but too much would start to feel forced and fake, and then flattered would be the last thing that she felt when he would compliment her.<br><br>Having given him the request of showing her what he imagine, Duchesse felt no need to address his comment as he lowered himself toward her. She only nodded slightly when he said that Kissing was among one of his fantasies. She took a deep breath as he kneaded her breast in a most pleasant manner. She could feel her arousal building, although the simple thought of being with him was getting her there, his gentle, unhurried touch definitely helped along.<br><br>Finally, their lips met in more than a teasing manner. Duchesse gave him a few closed lips kisses before granting him access and deepening the kiss. The hand that was not stuck under her head went to caress his upper arm, shoulder and then neck, where she pulled him toward her so that he would lean into her more. Her head tilted, facilitating the lip-lock and her tongue chased his in a sensual dance. When his finger reached her mons, Duchesse moved her hips upward in a slow thrusting motion, as if to ask him to stop toying around and finish what she started already. He'd find her to be already wet, both from her previous solo activity and from what they were doing now.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 08:13:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/HarlequinMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Harlequin, Security</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> The patio --&gt; Locker room --&gt; The patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br><strong>Who: </strong> Duchesse<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>Harlequin let out a soft, short hum. "No, that is not my fantasy... but I don't think you would have been surprised if it was. Disappointed, too, of course. You have higher expectations, naturally," he assured her. Her body responded to his touch as he had hoped, which was a good sign. She had amazing breasts, and her nipples and areola were wonderfully responsive to his lightest touch. What he really wanted to get at was the insanely sexy manicured strip of hair she had going on down below... he couldn't explain it, but seeing her sex for the first time had planted the image of it in his head that he couldn't stop thinking about.<br><br>She remained quiet, then, apparently focused on what was happening between them, rather than talking further. He was fine with that, of course – it meant he could focus on other things as well. Their kiss was delightfully seductive – not hurried or frenzied, as if they both knew they had as much time as was needed to get where they each wanted to be. He was certainly in no rush, himself, wanting to enjoy this with her from start to finish.<br><br>When his roaming hand ventured south, arriving at her mons, his fingers gently toyed with the thing strip of sexy curls she left there, a thin line of downy-soft hair that seemed to point the way down to where her pleasure centure awaited. After reaching that spot, though, he felt her hips curl upward, as if she were the eager one, and he remember that she had been pleasuring herself -before- he departed and returned. She might very well be on edge right now, eager for release. <br><br>Still, that did not force him to rush it, but he felt no need for further teasing. Slowly his three middle fingers of his hands slid down and over her mons, dropping off the curve of her pelvic bone, and gently found the beginning of her soft, moist folds. As he suspected, she was wet, aroused from before, and perhaps a bit more so with their shared kisses – at least he hoped.<br><br>Ring and index finger expertly, gently, parted her aroused labia, revealing her clit in a most sensual and vulnerable fashion – upon which his middle finger gently settled and stroke in a slow, delightful circle. Above his lips remained connected with hers unless she pulled away, and for now, his touch below remained a gentle, casual circling motion – refusing to rush her toward the edge unless she gave some direct hint that such a thing was what she desired in the moment...</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>13-04-2016, 11:13:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Duchesse.jpg)<br><div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.laughspark.info/thumbfiles/705X705/actress-monica-belluci-hot-photo-shoot-635691775853483748-12862.jpg)</div></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Duchesse, Club Owner</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Lounging Chair, on the patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner<br><strong>Who: </strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Duchesse appreciated his touches. She appreciated his patience too. A number of her younger lovers had required for her to slow them down. A number of them had considered being with her a bit like… a Cinderella story, as in if they weren't done by midnight, she would run off before returning to her rags and normal life. As if it was all a once in a lifetime opportunity and that she could yank it from them at a whim. That part was true, the last part. If her current lover was leaving her frustrated, she wasn't one to stick around for long.<br><br>Harlequin, so far, certainly didn't risk losing her attention. With a simple signal and no word, he had understood that she needed more, right now. He would have more of her, this was just the beginning. Still, his movements were slow, guided, aimed at a precise purpose, and Duchesses couldn't help but to anticipate the results.&nbsp; Her folds were swollen, sensitive, already aroused from previous touches, and so when his fingers spread her to make way for a third one, she took one deep breath to prepare for the surge to come<br><br>And the surge surely came. The slow circles felt like he was winding a spring coil inside of her, her pleasure rising with each circle. She moaned into the kiss. The moan was soft and meant for his ears only. She did not care if other people heard her or not. Right at this moment, she was spending time with Harlequin and he was the only one that mattered, the only one who had to know whether or not he was doing&nbsp; a good job. He was, he most definitely was giving her what she requested in words, but also with her body language. She moved little, allowing him to keep a complete control over where his fingers would be touching her. The last thing that she wanted was an ill-timed move that would have him hit her clit with the efficiency of an off switch…</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>13-04-2016, 23:46:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/Jaymask.jpg)<br><div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">image NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.nuevatelevision.es/images/galerias/Lucia_Javorcekova/34.jpg)</div></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>J, #2202</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Lounging Chair, on the patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner<br><strong>Who: </strong> Harlequin, Duchesse<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">J. Had been looking all over the place for something to do, someone to play with. Of course, the one guy to catch her eye basically ran through the place like he had the devil on his tail. It was somewhat disappointing, but then he saw why he was in such a hurry. Charlotte, otherwise known as Duchesse. She was his boss, but J. Had the feeling that he wasn't with her because she requested it, but because he wanted to be. J lingered, to see if something was going to happen.<br><br>A robe was dropped and he was damn fine. And… J felt a bit of disappointment when she saw how willing Duchesse was to take the younger man as lover. Maybe, she thought, he was only into older women and he'd have no interest in her. Or maybe she could give him what every man dreamed of - she assumed, of course, she had no way to know for sure - and get into a threesome with them.<br><br>She didn't want to be that girl, though. The one that arrives just in time to ruin an otherwise perfectly good orgasm. She walked by quietly, lacking the courage to disrupt them, and tested the pool's water and then decided to give this a shot. At worst, she would be told to get lost. She walked by the chair where the couple was still going through foreplay, and dropped her black robe in the process. There was not space for her on that chair, that much was obvious, but she touched his thigh, near his hip bone and her fingers traveled inward.&nbsp; "May I join you both?" She asked softly, as to not startle them.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 07:34:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/HarlequinMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Harlequin, Security</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> The patio --&gt; Locker room --&gt; The patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br><strong>Who: </strong> Duchesse<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>From the moment his middle finger gently caressed her clit for the first time, he knew she was primed and ready to climax. Against her lower back, his cock hardened as he felt her, as he sensed her condition and her desire to come. He did it slowly, of course, allowing her to enjoy the slow but steady build-up, the few moments of blissfully hovering at the top... <br><br>And then the sudden, beautiful fall. She moaned into their kiss, a soft sound that only he would hear. His hands, his body, his ears paid strict attention to her signs, and once she was well into her climax, his middle finger slowed – and then gently lifted upward, breaking contact with her clit. His index and ring fingers still lay gently to either side of it, but did not touch it directly, almost framing her clit as his middle finger hovered above it, like a snake ready to strike. If she gave the word – he could instantly apply a touch once again, but he had a pretty good feeling she wouldn't need it. <br><br>Gently, he pulled his lips from hers, allowing her to breathe a little easier, too. And then he whispered. “I promise you, sweet Duchesse, when you climax again, ot will be with me inside you... and I will do everything I can to make it even more intense...” His lips kissed her cheek, her chin, soft, warm, tender kisses of affection. <br><br>He had heard the newcomer enter, but Harlequin was focused on one person alone: Duchesse. He had desired her since the interview, since before he was hired, and now... tonight, he had the opportunity – if he played his cards right – to have sex with her and fulfill his dreams working in this place so far. He had also been vaguely aware of someone by the pool, but he didn't even bother to look. If the person wanted to watch him finger the owner of the estate as he lay behind her, that didn't bother him at all. This place wasn't one to come to if a person was too worried about being watched.<br><br>It wasn't until he heard a soft, sultry feminine voice asked, “May I join you both?” that he turned his head, just as the visitor set her soft hand on his hip. Her fingers were slowly, instantly traveling inward, already just inches away from the base of his thickened shaft. <br><br>Surprised, he looked up at the newcomer's body and froze. Holy shit, were -all- the women here so beautiful? In some ways she reminded him immediately of Duchesse – a beautiful, curvy body with all the parts necessary to make him solid as a rock within seconds. And her words... she had specifically asked to join them -both-, but Harlequin knew instantly that it wasn't his call. <br><br>“That would depend on what the mistress of the house would desire,” Harlequin answerd smoothly, gently removing his hand from Duchesse's crotch... and moving it up to his face, he slipped his middle finger between his lips to enjoy his employer's delightful taste for a moment before he continued. “The lady might wish to remain with me... or, she might prefer to enjoy you all to herself. Or, if she prefers, she might prefer that she and I enjoy your company,” he said, a soft smile on his lips. His words let Duchesse know without a doubt that he was open to any of those ideas – even if Duchesse wanted to kick him to the curb and steal this newcomer for herself. No matter what, he sure wasn't going to complain – hell, if he was lucky, she'd let him watch! <br><br>“I do suggest, though, that should the mistress of the house desire a threesome... perhaps we might move somewhere with a bit more room?” he said, noting that the lounge-chair they were on was -barely- large enough to hold two of them, nevertheless three.<br><br>The prospect of enjoying a threesome with the incredibly gorgeous newcomer made him wish he had brought his cock-ring. Between the two of them, he doubted he was going to be able to get away with slow-and-gentle tactics to prolong his endurance... </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 23:07:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Duchesse.jpg)<br><div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.laughspark.info/thumbfiles/705X705/actress-monica-belluci-hot-photo-shoot-635691775853483748-12862.jpg)</div></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Duchesse, Club Owner</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Lounging Chair, on the patio<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner<br><strong>Who: </strong> Harlequin, J.<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Duchesse did not care for the steps that came toward them, and then passed by them. She had all of her attention focused on a single finger. It was like an incredibly pleasant current was flowing from his finger tip, right into her core. Duchesse stiffened and moaned into the kiss, her breathing coming in and out of her nose in quick succession. For these precious few seconds, nothing else than that finger existed in the world outside of her body. All good things must come to an end, though and soon, the sensation began to ebb and the finger prodding at her clit was moved. Wise move.<br><br>Duchesse let the relief of the release flood in after the intense pleasure and his words made her purr. "You set the bar quite high." She told him, challenging him to outdo himself as he claimed he would be. Her eyes caught site of the woman coming toward them and she recognized her. Duchesse was the only one who really could recognize all of her clients, each of them she had spoken to personally. This particular woman had had the privilege to be invited by the owner, not simply interviewed.<br><br>"J. Love the mask. It makes the green of your eyes pop even more than usual." She said, pondering whether or not she should let the younger woman join their session. Harlequin's reaction to J's stunning body was quite visible and Duchesse didn't feel jealous or threatened. She had long gotten over envy, jealousy, and other desire for what someone else was or had. She saw the opportunity to give Harlequin something a lot of the men here wanted to experience, and while she was strictly heterosexual - and so was J if she remembered correctly - she didn't mind another woman if there was a man involved.<br><br>"Show her the way to the mirror room… and start working on getting her at the same level of arousal that we have. Just make sure not to loose it all in the process." She said, though the last sentence was clearly a tease. She then looked at J who was patiently waiting for Duchesse's decision. "I need to see to something, Harlequin here, will show you the way to a more comfortable area for the three of us. I'll stop by the storage on the way, I was thinking of grabbing a toy or two, little things. Any suggestion from any of you?" She asked and sat up slowly. She'd take their suggestion and then go take care of business so that she could be freed for the rest of the evening.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Pool, Jacuzzi &amp; Sauna</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 02:51:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/HarlequinMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Harlequin, Security</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> The patio --&gt; The Mirror Bedroom<br><strong>When: </strong> Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br><strong>Who: </strong> Duchesse<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>Duchesse informed him that he had set the bar quite high. Sure, Harlequin hoped to himself that he hadn't said too much, or made a promise he couldn't keep - but he was convinced and confident that he could do precisely what he offered to do for her. He couldn't remember a time he wanted to impress a woman this badly... At worst, he had given her one climax (which she had started herself, but who's counting?). But he was giddy with excitement - if he played his cards right and pleased Duchesse enough, who knows what offers she might make to him in the future?<br><br>The newcomer was striking to look at, and the more he looked, the more he thought that she COULD be related to Duchesse! They were nearly the same height, same hair-color, pretty close to the same lengths, their body-types were quite similar (and both incredibly stunning) and both had sweet, mocha-colored skin. Sure, their eyes were different (Duchesse had dark eyes, the newcomer had vivid green ones), but Duchesse even greeted the woman by the name of 'J', complimenting her on her choice of mask. <br><br>In response to J's offer, and Harlequin's spoken words, Duchesse seemed to make a decision, and gave him the command to take J with him to the mirror room. Harlequin smiled at that - the mirrors in that place would offer -all sorts- of kinky views of any sort of 'play' they engaged in together. Duchesse also instructed him to make J 'ready', but not to 'lose it all' in the process. He nodded, understanding her wishes and fully intending to respect them. But the way she spoke, it also meant Duchesse would be departing their company for a time.<br><br>Was she going to see another man (or woman) Harlequin wondered? Was it any of his business? Had he failed her in some way? Well, if she wanted him to know why she was leaving, she'd tell him, and for now he simply nodded in acknowledgement, and did note that Duchesse spoke as if she would indeed join them a little later. She even hinted at stopping by storage and picking up a toy or two, and asked for suggestions.<br><br>Harlequin smiled. "I recommend bringing not one... but -two- vibrators," he said, "Because I have two hands," he added with a smile and a wink. "And... if there are any available, a cock-ring might be beneficial," he said. He felt only a tiny bit of embarrassment suggesting the last item - would Duchesse - or J for that matter - assume he couldn't hold his seed? In truth, no matter how much stamina a man had, the ring would allow him to maintain an erection longer than usual - which could be used by one (or both) of these ladies to enjoy, so he pushed away such concerns and then prepared to guide J to their assigned location....<br><br>(Closed - Continued in The Mirror Bedroom)</div>
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