The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Clown Prince and Absinthe)
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				Title: <strong>The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Clown Prince and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 01:12:57</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Alfonzo Alcout (The Pressure Pirate)</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>(http://www.impactlab.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/steampunk-32.JPG)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Odette Beaulieu</strong><br>(http://i829.photobucket.com/albums/zz214/Luxuryshop2010/WholeSale%20Lingerie/Wholesale%20Sexy%20Corsets/1969.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 01:21:52</strong>
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				Alfonzo opened the door to the night spot as timidly as he had every night for the past month. The hapless inventor always turned to this place after a day of work in order to blow off a bit of steam. A rare grin, at least in public, formed on his lips at the pun in his mind. It quickly faded away as he felt the judging gaze of the patrons that had already assembled. Here, some of London's finest gathered to feast upon the flesh of countless vixens.... for the proper amount of coin. While the young male was certainly as wealthy as they, he didn't quite fit in with the crowd. Alright, let's face it, the man could have been painted neon orange with a hat as big as a sewer cover and fit in easier.<br><br>Granted he didn't look that outrageous, but his red-striped plaid business suit did make quite the statement in comparison to the myriad of solid tones around the room. His ragged mane of crimson hair stuck out in every direction except that which he wanted it to despite his best attempts. Note for later invention. Something to hold hair in place. The stormy gray eyes of the twenty-something male surmised that his usual spot was taken by the bullish-looking male aptly named "Brutus."<br><br>He scoured the vicinity of the main stage for a spot, any spot, that he might be able to gaze upon the object of his infatuation... yet there were none. With a heavy sigh, the hopeful tinkerer trotted over to one of the unoccupied booths along the wall. It wasn't going to give him the best vantage point, but it was better than standing for the duration of the show. A tiny puff of steam spewed out of his right cuff and he was quick to slap the top of the concealed watch. Hopefully she picks me tonight. She's got to pick me tonight.<br><br>Every night at the "Gentleman's Club" had the same schedule. The girls would each take a turn tempting and teasing the men from atop the stage. After each had her chance, they would fan out into the crowd like a swarm of bees looking to take back a bit of pollen to their hive. So far, Al had never been one of the lucky few to be selected to go back into the private rooms. There was no sex in the club, period, or so was written on the door. That didn't matter much to the man that would at least pass for cute. All Alfonzo really wanted was their attention, well... one of their attention. Her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 01:48:47</strong>
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				Odette sighed to herself in the line with the other girls. Her life was this dancing for the men teasing them a little and going home alone…she wasn’t like the other girls and it showed, her apartment was a lot less then anyone else’s. But she didn’t mind, she knew that she would save herself for one man. He was always in the crowd but not in her section, she had to pick a man from the booths. He never took her hint to move there, she hoped he would one day. <br><br>The music started and she headed outside, the routine was simple, smile, wiggle, kick and pout. Running a hand through her hair she spotted him, her steps faltered he was in her area. Her eyes never left him as she picked herself back up. She wouldn’t be paid for the slipup but she didn’t mind. The routine finished after a sold 10 minutes of dancing, running her fingers through her hair she looked at him.<br><br>The cue to head down onto the floor started she walked slowly and deliberately over to him standing there. Taking his hand she smiled leading him upstairs to private room, it had never been used before. Closing the door she smiled, “Hi…I’m Odette.” She ran her fingers through her soft blonde hair, her pale blue eyes staring into his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 02:14:43</strong>
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				The male had simply never discerned a pattern in the way the women chose their partners for the evening. Had he known getting her attention would be something as simple as moving, he'd have done it in a heartbeat! Needless to say, he was more than a little aroused from the way her eyes locked onto his own as she danced. Al did a quick check to make sure she wasn't looking through him; that would have been embarrassing. No one on his left, no one on his right... and no one making bunny ears behind his head!<br><br>When the moment of truth came, Alfonzo's breath caught in his throat as the goddess of temptation descended onto the floor. She was walking towards him.<em>She's coming to me... she really is!</em> One hand quickly swiped through his fiery locks, not that it helped, but he thought it would make him appear just a bit more stylish. Then she was standing before him.<br><br>He couldn't even begin to speak to her as she took his hand so confidently and lead him upstairs in silence. His eyes didn't budge from her backside as he followed along behind her like a puppy that had just been leashed. This was it, the moment he'd been waiting for since he first had the privilege of gazing upon her.&nbsp; The door shut and he was there, alone with her. "H-H-Hi.. I'm... Allfonzo, Alfonzo Alc-cout, m'lady."
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 02:40:36</strong>
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				He was even more adorable up-close, the way his hair wouldn’t move even when he ran his fingers through, the look on his face as he stammered his name she couldn’t help but smile. She felt a strange feeling run through her body as she moved closer to him. <br><br>Taking his hand softly she sat down on the long day bed, “Hi Al, I’ve always wanted to meet you.” She whispered, I’m so glad you moved.” She whispered her fingertips moving over the back of his hands softly. “I wish I had gotten to see you sooner.” She smiled.<br><br>She lean in her lips barely touching his, biting her lip she blushed pulling away softly. “Oh...um…” She bit her lip looking over at him, “I’m sorry.” She smiled, “I just feel like I know you.” She giggled softly as she moved closer to him.
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				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 02:49:51</strong>
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				It didn't take much to pull the man down onto the bed beside her. He was captivated by her form, her smell, and her touch. Alfonzo couldn't have left the room even if he had wanted to do so. A cool shiver shot through his body, sending all the hairs on his flesh upright, as the pads of her fingers splayed along the back of his hand. "Y-You have? I didn't know I had to sit in a b-b-booth for you to pick me..." he admitted as his cheeks flushed a shade of red to match his hair.<br><br>His world stopped for the fleeting instant that their lips were ghosting off one another. "You... you don't act like I expected... I guess I should... loan you the money first?" he asked before procuring a small sack of coins which jingled as he held it out to her. Alfonzo was surprised that they chose to have a bed in the room; it seemed like a chair would be more than enough considering actual sex was illegal for coin.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 03:16:22</strong>
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				She frowned at him <em>"You... you don't act like I expected... I guess I should... loan you the money first?"</em> She knew she wasn’t as rich as some of the other girls and her outfit wasn’t as good as the others she bit her lip. Was he trying to lend her money, she smiled softly.<br><br>Taking his hand she smiled, “Why don’t we go back to mine?” She bit her lip looking at him. “I’d like to get to know you better.” She whispered, she tried hard not to kiss him. Moving close to him she pressed her lips against his sighing softly she giggled gently, her hand resting on his thigh softly. Without thinking she pressed her fingers into his leg softly, as the kiss started to deepen her tongue flicked over his lip softly. <br><br>Breaking the kiss she smiled straddling his lap she ran her fingers through his hair softly. “Oh Al…you have no idea how much I’ve wanted you.” She bit her lip, “I’ve seen you in here every night for a long time.” She giggled pressing herself against him, her hips moving down onto his crotch.
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				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 03:31:11</strong>
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				Alfonzo's head tilted to the side slightly at her first question, not quite understanding the intent. That confusion was swept away as she said she wanted to get to know him better. This was it, his chance to finally be near such a beautiful blossom. His eyes closed as the warmth of her breath billowed of his puckered lips as he fully anticipated the kiss that followed. The instant her hand graced his thigh the apex of his legs twitched in delight.<br><br>A low moan vibrated his lips against her tongue before the seductress pulled away from him, but then settled onto his pulsing lap. The sack of coins dropped to the floor with a flurry of clangs as his eyes moved up and down in a hurry to catalog each feature of Odette. "You... you say that to every guy?" he asked without knowing if this was all just part of the act. His true ignorance would show with his next question though. "What... I mean... a usual private show... what does it include?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 03:47:56</strong>
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				She didn’t hear his first comment her mind was off in a world of its own she wanted to spend every moment of her life with him but it was too much…too fast, but she still picture the little house by the sea…if only. <br><br>Her smile dropped as he said… <em>"What... I mean... a usual private show... what does it include?"</em> She looked into his eyes for a second. ‘He must mean; what do the other girls do’ She ran a hand through his hair softy. “Well it’s different for everyone.” She blushed remembering what the girls talked about. <br><br>“What would you want in a private show?” She asked innocently wondering what kind of things he would like. “I just want to make you happy.” She whispered softly, her eyes staring into his as she lean in brushing her lips softly as his, capturing his bottom lip she nibbled at it softly before letting go.
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				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 04:44:52</strong>
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				A groan passed through his mouth as she nibbled so tenderly on his lower lip. His strangely striped suit wriggled against her lower half as his arousal was escalated to new heights each moment he was with her. "I.. well I just assumed there would be dancing, some... skin not usually seen, and some kind of finish?" he half-asked, half-stated while looking deeply into the crystal clear blue eyes.<br><br>Honestly, he had no clue what to expect except for what he'd overheard from the other patrons. Most of them came back downstairs after "the night of their lives" or something closely resembling it. Alfonzo wanted to know what that felt like, had to know. "I was told this could be the night of my life?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 17:52:25</strong>
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				She smiled slightly as she blushed. “How about we go somewhere different? People are always watching here.” She bit her lip as she moved off him, the sight of his arousal obvious. Pulling a dress on over her costume she wrapped herself in her coat, taking his hand she led him downstairs and out onto the street.<br><br>Quickly arriving at her meagre house she blushed. “I’ve never brought anyone here.” She blushed, she had only had 1 encounter with a man before and that wasn’t the most fulfilling moment in her life. She took him round showing him where everything was, opening her bedroom door she walked in. Biting her lip she looked at him, her heart was beating faster then she had ever felt it before. “So here we are.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 18:46:24</strong>
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				As if he was going to say no to her idea of venturing back to her place. That meant, there were no rules anymore. <em>Does she really want what I think she does? Is she being honest?</em>&nbsp; Much like&nbsp; before, Alfonzo followed Odette without a word. The bag of coins still lay in her private dance room, just sitting on the floor.<br><br>"I'm honored that you would have me then..." he replied while looking around the modest abode. It didn't take the pair long before they crossed the threshold into her bedroom. "Yes... we are... I r-r-really don't know what to say. I mean, this isn't what I expected to happen tonight at all," the man offered before spinning around to face her. "Perhaps some tea? To calm the nerves?"
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 02:40:55</strong>
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				“Oh um…tea.” She smiled as she headed into the kitchen making him a cup before heading back into the room. “Are you alright you seem nervous.” She whispered biting her lip slightly. Moving closer to him she took his hand softly. <br><br>Handing him cup she smiled. “So what do you do?” She bit her lip looking at him. “I dance obviously…” She giggled as she looked round, she was ashamed of her apartment she knew that it was good. “I like you suit” She giggled, “its very interesting.” She smiled.
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				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 02:56:07</strong>
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				The man took the cup from her with a slight nod of his head and a warm smile. "Thank you. And yes, I'm rather nervous to be in the presence of the lady I've only viewed from afar for so long. I'm still trying to get over the shock of you picking me, to be honest," he replied as he brought the cup to his lips to sample her beverage.<br><br>"I'm an inventor. It's the main reason my hair is so... well... poof," Alfonzo explained while pointing to his head with his free hand. "The suit I had handcrafted. I've never been a trendsetter before, but I think that I just might be able to do it with this."
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 04:38:39</strong>
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				She smiled "Don't be shy." She grinned as she stood up pulling her dress off slowly, running her fingers through her hair she started to slowly unfasten her basque one lace at a time. Pulling the laces out at the bottom she pressed it against her. <br><br>Turning so her back towards him she pulled it off slowly, looking over her shoulder at him. "Make sure you don't spill." She winked biting her lip. She stood there in nothing but her french knickers and stockings. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 16:58:52</strong>
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				Alfonzo offered the woman a grateful smile for the kind words. That smile transformed into a look of near panic as she started to peel off her dress before his very eyes. The glass of tea had already been lifted to his lips, but its contents moved nowhere as she went one step further as she unlaced the intricate top.<br><br>Her bare back delivered more of a tease than she would have likely imagined. It was flawless and as pale as a full moon. He couldn't help but to think how akin to his own the tone was; she wore it infinitely better. It wasn't until she made mention of his tea that he realized he was still frozen like a statue with his cup tilted. "Of.. course... not..." he murmured in response as his eyes drifted down to her seemingly ample backside.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 01:00:38</strong>
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				Odette smiled as she saw the look at his face, “You look nervous.” She bit her lip slightly, turning she moved closer to him. “Why don’t we make you more comfortable?” She giggled softly slowly unfastening his shirt; taking his hand she moved it to her breast. “You can touch me…I won’t bite…much.” She whispered, slowly she carried on unfastening his shirt. <br><br>Leaning in close she kissed his lips softly, pulling back softly she smiled. Moving back she placed her foot on the bed slowly starting to roll down her stockings. “Hmmm. Do you like this?” She smiled.
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				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 02:09:00</strong>
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				"It's a good thing I'm already sitting down..." he replied with a boyish smile as he suddenly found his free hand upon her bare chest. Inside of his pants, his manhood was already dribbling precum in hopes of having a good time with this woman tonight. He shrugged off his jacket easily enough while she went about unbuttoning his shirt.<br><br>"I... I love this. Please... leave those on?" he asked softly as she started to try and roll the stockings off. Something about how those would feel against his own skin urged him to tell her that. His pants continue to pulse with life, desiring Odette's attention yet again. "Could you... put it... on my crotch?" he asked with a deep crimson blush on his cheeks as he pointed to the foot that was already on the bed.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 04:35:11</strong>
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				Giggling she pulled her stockings back up, “Oh…I’m guessing you like feet.” She giggled softly as she took his hand moving them to her leg letting him feel the soft silky material. Biting her lip she moved her foot between his legs her toes brushing over his crotch softly. “Something like that you were after.” She smiled pressing her toes into him slowly.<br><br>“Hmmm so do you like feet or stockings?” She giggled as she leant in closer to him her breasts inches from his face. Taking his other hand she moved it back to his breast, slowly she ran her fingers through his hair “Hmmm.”
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				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 13:06:22</strong>
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				"Both," he admitted softly as his fingers slowly cinched in tighter on the tender flesh of her breast. His eyes were fully engaged with the swaying mounds as she hovered over his form. Despite the fact that she had a lovely pair of breasts, he was much more concerned with the toes that were teasing his hidden erection. A low groan passed between his lips as his cock strained for freedom, to feel the lace-encased sole of her foot on its bare flesh. <br><br>"I should probably set this tea down before you make me a right mess," Alfonzo spat out while trying to maintain his concentration on not spilling the liquid. The way that she giggled made him feel foolish, and yet drawn further under her spell.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 22:32:32</strong>
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				Watching him put the tea cup down she unfastened his pants, reaching in she pulled his cock out. “Hmmm someone’s hard already.” She smiled as she ran her finger tips over slowly before moving her foot back over his rigid piece of flesh, her toes curling over it as she looked at him seeing the look on his face. <br><br>“You seem to be enjoying it.” She smiled as she ran her fingers through her hair, letting it cascade down over her back. “I hope the night of your life is going how you planned.” She smiled softly kissing his lips softly as she curled her toes into him harder, “Hmmmm.”
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				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 23:45:44</strong>
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				The inventor felt a sudden rush of embarrassment creep over him as the woman tugged his throbbing manhood free of its cloth prison. His eyes closed and his mouth stayed gaped as the pads of her fingers played along the protruding head as it pulsed with life. That same face was present with her stocking-covered foot returned to his groin, though his mouth opened wider as he felt the sheers directly on his skin this time. <br><br>"Oh yes..." he groaned out happily without even seeing her lean back down to lock their lips again. It took him by surprise, but he returned the kiss though there was little interest in it. His hips moved against her flexing toes as he tried to lay back on the bed so she could more easily rub him.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 17:25:41</strong>
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				Breaking the kiss she smiled letting him lay down. “You have a thing for feet don’t you.” She whispered her finger running through her hair. She moved her foot up and down the length of his cock. Smiling she watched him recline on the bed, pulling a chair behind her she sat down placing both her feet on his cock softly.<br><br>“Is this how you normally do it?” She whispered biting her lip as she looked at him, digging her toes into his cock softly as she rubbed the soft silky material over him.
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				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 18:04:36</strong>
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				"I've never done anything like this... before..." he groaned out as her feet continued to move up and down his aching shaft. It felt so absolutely amazing, not to mention the fact that it was such a taboo thing. The young man's hips bucked up and down in response, hoping to urge her to greater heights. "I can't.... can't think...." he said as his head tilted to one side as his mouth fell wide open. <br><br>"Please don't stop...." he hissed out as his hands ran through his own hair, completely lost in the feelings which threatened to overwhelm him.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 01:51:08</strong>
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				She smiled as she rubbed her feet up and down over his cock harder. “Hmmmm.” She grinned rubbing firmer, looking down at him she watched as his face twisted into more pleasure. “Are you going to explode?” She smiled as she rubbed harder, digging her toes into him firmer.<br><br>Running her fingers through her hand she found her hands moving lower cupping her breasts as she pinched her nipples softly. She had never done this before infront of someone else but his eyes were closed so it seemed alright. Biting her lip she pinched harder, as she did she rubbed her feet along his thick member harder.
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				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 02:27:44</strong>
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				Alfonzo was completely in another world as the woman's stocking-covered feet continued to smooth along the rigid staff that stood proudly between his trembling legs. The young male's breathing was starting to come in short gasps as the sexual tension was escalated when he noticed she seemed to be enjoying herself as well. "I f-f-f-feel like I could at any moment.... but I don't want this to end.... this night..."<br><br>His groans didn't end as his words did, instead they continued to roll like a downhill stream. Nothing could keep him from loosening the dam and blowing out if she kept this up for much longer with those amazingly nimble feet and toes.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 02:52:40</strong>
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				She smiled as she rubbed harder with her toes, her feet moving up and down his lenght harder and faster. "It's not going to be the end." She whispered softly, "We have hours left of tonight." She smiled stroking harder, "Cum for me." She whispered her fingers pinching her nipples harder, "Hmmmm" She bit her lip stroking harder hmmm.<br><br>"I don't want this night to end." She whispered. "I'm all yours, for as long as you want me." Arching her back she pinched her nipples harder twisting them softly. "Cum my love." She kept stroking harder and faster.
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				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 08:15:49</strong>
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				The male was completely under the spell of her tender feet as the rubbed and stroked his aching erection. Each second that passed put him one step further under her power, and one breath closer to erupting like a volcano. Who was he to deny the siren's song as she purred out the order to cum.<br><br>And cum he did. Great streams of seed burst into the air, onto his stomach, and coated her feet as his orgasm wracked his body. Each subsequent stroke of her feet caused his body to tremble even more, and pulled just a bit more of his essence from the still pulsing rod of life. "My... God..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Madtheos and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 03:47:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling she felt him erupting over her feet, she knew that her stockings would be ruined but it was worth it to see him in so much pleasure. Running her fingers through her hair she pulled her feet away slightly. Moving to the bed next to him she ran her fingers over his chest as she kissed his lips softly. “Are you alright? Did you enjoying it?” She bit her lip blushing slightly, hoping he <em>did</em> enjoy it.<br><br>Leaning in towards him she ran her fingers over his chest softly, letting him enjoy himself and calm down from his orgasm. Running her fingers through his hair kissed his cheek softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Madtheos and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 03:59:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His chest was still rising and falling rapidly as she settled next to his form. "Are you... kidding? Of course I enjoyed that, far more than I expected was possible," he replied while pointing down to the puddle of semen on his stomach. "Do you think that would have happened if I hadn't been enjoying myself?" He happily accepted her lips, nibbling on her lower lip for a moment.<br><br>"I guess... what's next? Though it seems I might need a bit to recover." It was nice to feel the absent-minded caress of her fingertips along his bare chest. His member was still rapidly deflating as they laid there side by side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Madtheos and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 03:37:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled softly as he said “What’s next?” Giggling she leant over towards him, “Well you could always reciprocate.” She giggled softly as she kissed his lips nibbling gently. “It would help you get your energy back and help me get ready for the next bit.” She whispered softly biting his lip gently “Does that sound good to you?” She smiled softly.<br><br>Sitting up she ran her fingers thought his hair softly, she’d never done this before so it was all new to her, she wanted so much but she was scared that he would turn her down…What would she do if he said no? She’d have to understand maybe he didn’t like doing that…she’d cope.” She smiled slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Madtheos and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 23:26:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course! I'd be more than happy to do whatever you'd like me to do after that," he exclaimed far too eagerly while looking at her with a pair of hopeful eyes. Alfonzo wasn't sure if the woman wanted him to use his feet on her or not, but he vowed to do whatever she asked of him. "Do I need to get up? Can I lay here? Direct me however you want me," he said in a seemingly calmer voice.<br><br>"I might need to clean up though first?" he asked while pointing down to the puddle of semen on his stomach that was rapidly cooling and would eventually pluck out his little belly hairs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Madtheos and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 22:25:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she sat up, heading over to a pitcher of water, smiling she poured some water in the basin, placing a cloth in it she rung it out and headed over to him. Slowly wiping the cum off him she smiled. “Better?” She smiled making sure she got all of it off. <br><br>Putting the cloth back she moved over to him sitting down, taking his hand she smiled pulling him close to her. “You’ve never done this before?” She whispered blushing slightly, kissing his lips deeply whispering softly, “Just do what you think is right and I’ll point you in the right direction…and no feet.” She smiled raking one of his hands placing it on her breast. “There’s a good place to start.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Madtheos and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 18:01:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While the water wasn't cold, it certainly wasn't warm by any means. The male's skin prickled with goosebumps as she swiped the cloth across his bare stomach and cleansed it of his seed. "Much better," he confirmed with a warm smile and a nod.<br><br>"No... I haven't..." he whispered back as if it were a secret he was trying to hide from a roomful of people. Alfonzo's head tilted back as the woman crushed their lips together again and lifted a hand to her chest. It was a good thing she'd taken care of him already of the feel of her warm flesh might have set him off. His eyes were closed as he began a gentle massage, just caressing her skin like it was the most delicate of things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Madtheos and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 22:52:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she felt his fingers running over her breasts his touch was so soft and gently she smiled, “You don’t have to be so soft, I won’t break, just be a bit rougher.” She smiled as she looked at him, he looked so lost, she wanted him to stay forever but she knew that he wouldn’t that tonight might be there only time together. <br><br>Running her fingers through his hair she sighed softly at his touch her body pressing against his as he teased her softly. “You can look,” she whispered softly, “I won’t tell you off.” She smiled warmly at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Madtheos and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 21:42:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The warm rush of a blush washed over Alfonzo's face at her words as his eyes lifted back to her face. "Oh... I've been looking for quite some time m'lady," he replied with a wry grin while tightening the grip his fingers held upon her breast. The slim digits encompassed one of her nipples fully before tweaking the ripe bud in hopes of eliciting the desired response from her lips and body.<br><br>"I have every desire to learn. It's what I do for a living," the male added while leaning in to grace her flesh with his lips. The thin strips of flesh languidly applied pressure from point to point starting at her shoulder and moving upward to her neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Madtheos and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 00:28:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Odette smiled as she looked at him, running her fingers through her hair. “You’ve been looking at me?” She smiled sighing softly, “I wish that I had could have picked you sooner but you were in the wrong side of the room.” Biting her lip she looked at him.<br><br>She smiled sighing softly as she felt his lips moving up her neck softly. “Why don’t you let your hands move over me, I’ll tell you if you l like it or not.” She giggled softly, her fingers running through her hair softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Madtheos and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 19:19:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With her words as inspiration, Alfonzo continued his kissing crusade across the woman's pale skin. He didn't keep himself near her neck though, but let his mouth drop downwards to where his hand was now almost crushing the whole of her breast. She had said she'd let him know one way or the other. His lips parted just as his hand lifted her breast upward just enough for him to lap at one puffy nipple.<br><br>"How's this?" he questioned in a soothing tone before repeating the action like a cat scooping up a bit of cream. The eager male was certainly up for doing whatever it took to please the stripper, she just had to lead the dance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Madtheos and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 01:09:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giggling softly she pressed herself against him, sighing softly she loved the way his hands moved over her. “Oh Alfonzo.” She whimpered softly, “Just keep doing that…” She sighed softly as teased her nipple, closing her eyes she moaned softly, her hips moving up to meet his, pressing against his. “Oh fuck.” She whimpered, <br><br>Reaching for his hand she moved it down slowly letting go of it at her hips hoping he got the idea. She needed him, she was desperate to feel him inside her, but she could wait…not for long but she could wait.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Madtheos and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 18:46:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A nod of his head was given in response to the words, but it wasn't enough to break the seal that his lips had around the pointed peak of her nipple. He wasn't about to let go of her body, not unless she made it happen. Alfonzo was going to remember her taste regardless of this was the last night with her. The guided hand slipped between her legs eagerly, though he hadn't much of a clue to do from there.<br><br>That didn't stop him from taking the chance though. Three of his digits pushed against her mons before rubbing fiercely with no clear intention in mind. No particular spot was paid more attention than the other, but he was enjoying the feeling of her plush folds beneath his fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Madtheos and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 21:43:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled feeling his lips clamp round her nipple, running her fingers through his hair softly. “Oh Alfonzo.” She giggled, but her giggle quickly stopped as she felt his fingers pushing inside her. “Woah.” Sighing she reached down, “Look.” She whispered softly, guiding his hand smiled “Alright rub here.” She ran his finger over her clit, “And push a finger inside, just one at a time. You need to hook your finger and rub, GENTLY…I’ll say if I want it harder.” She smiled softly.<br><br>Running her fingers through his hair softly, “Do you understand?” She smiled leaning down she kissed his lips softly. Smiling she leant back letting him do what he wanted but this time with more guidance, he was defiantly a virgin…she had hoped that he knew something.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Madtheos and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 14:43:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alfonzo's cheeks flourished with crimson as the woman stopped him after only a couple of seconds. His inexperience was showing through, so much that he was afraid she'd lose interest altogether. "Okay.... I.. I'm sorry..." he said ever so softly as he first focused on getting just one finger inside the warmth of her sex and in the right place. The slim digit wiggled around inside of her before hooking and finding a patch of flesh that felt different than the rest. <br><br>"Here?" he asked with a slight tilt to his head as the pad of his index finger began a slow, teasing rub against the spongy spot inside her sex. The male hoped he'd found the right spot; he really didn't want to disappoint her again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Clown Prince and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 01:00:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled softly at his red cheeks, running her hand over them she smiled. “Isn’t it better I tell you now then to find out in the future when you’re with your wife?” She blushed looking down at him, sighing softly she felt his finger pushing inside her, he started to rub at the tender stop inside. “Ohhhhhh, yes there.” She whispered closing her eyes as she felt him teasing her.<br><br>“Oh defiantly there.” sHe felt her hips rise off the bed as she wanted more from him. She would wait a few minutes before offering him to replace his finger with his member, she wanted him to be happy. He deserved to be happy, running a hand through his hair she smiled down at him.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Clown Prince and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 01:06:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The male nodded at her words and took them without question due to the hushed tone she used to purr them out. That and the way her body was responding to the spot the singular finger had located. Taking things a step further, Alfonzo decided to push a second finger between her puffy labia in hopes of taking her pleasure even further than what it already was. "Right there? Just.... just like this?" he asked in a delicate voice as the pads of both fingers tenderly massaged that spot within her body.<br><br>He'd often heard that the body was a temple, and he had no problems with lavishing it with the worship that he felt it deserved. The young man leaned into her again, thinking to claim her mouth with his own while fingering the lovely blond.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pressure-Powered Pirate (Clown Prince and Absinthe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 17:55:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking at him she sighed softly, kissing his lips softly before letting him carry on. “Alfonzo.” She whispered biting her lip as he pushed another finger deep inside her tight wet cunt. “Oh fuck….” She whispered pushing back against him, her body shaking slightly.<br><br>Closing her eyes she loved the way he was teasing her, closing her eyes she felt his lips pressing against hers. Sighing softly she ran her fingers through his hair looking up at him she smiled softly. 
			</dd>
		</dl>
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