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8 The Mayflies. [a]8 The Mayflies. [a] A story of the last 9 weeks of an i****tuous couples lives as like mayflies they have a brief but heady taste of life and of last devil may care sex as they play out their final fling and bucket list wishesThe Mayflies’ Chapter AThe tea trolley rattled loudly, the ward assistant clattering and banging the cups, indifferent to the feelings of the patients, slopping tea into cups she knew she would have to collect and wash later.Jane lay uncaring, no longer did the daily drear interest her she knew at last what she had, the diagnosis had been given this afternoon it had been swift and hard to take, the blood tests and so on had confirmed it all, a couple of months of life followed by a lingering degenerating death, painful, degrading they had said, just as her mother had all those years ago, that dreaded word hereditary being mentioned.She had been a happy c***d, followed by a happy teenager; she well remembered she had not been allowed to see the beginning of the sudden degeneration of her mother, busy with boyfriends, dancing and her studies perhaps she just hadn’t noticed. Though she had had a feeling something was wrong But suddenly it had been downhill, almost as if to a timetable her mother became distant, vagueness took over at times slowly sliding her into a world of her own, a woman desperately losing contact with the daughter she loved, at times unable to remember even the name of the husband she had known all these years, the mother they knew, the wife, vanishing in front of them, dwindling away mentally, though in lucid moments weeping from the pain of this hideous slow death. It had taken this wonderful loving woman most of the year to finally die, Jane taking over her mother`s role in those final months, meals laundry the house, took the place of study, boyfriends, and dancing. Each breath towards the end, a struggle, accompanied by the wishes of her family that it be over, when the end came it was a release, a relief, even a joy in some strange way.Father and Jane had been forced closer, clinging to one another for support, the long quiet evenings after his work a drag, a long quiet period of silent homage to the dear departed.For the first time since she had been told, she smiled, as she remembered the first touch of that poor lonely man as they sat tearfully on the sofa together, facing the world without mum a month before she died. Things had escalated gently, day by day they had grown just that little closer, the final days with mum in the hospice the worse, each night when they returned from visiting, him laying on the marital bed praying for sleep to dull the pain, her in her room doing the same, finally silently sobbing she went to him for that reassuring cuddle holding one another tearfully.Ever a realist by the end of the week, they had both begun to share the bed, at first not in any sexual way just for the mutual support the situation demanded.Till then the few times that he and his wife had enjoyed sexual adventures they had been a couple, together in all things he had never cheated on his wife, though they had tried swinging, a threesome with his late brother, and another with her workmate, but in the main it had been a BDMS relationship at home, perhaps a little more vanilla than most devotees, but it suited themSuddenly the agony was over, mum had gone, mixed feelings, her funeral to arrange, and then the actual day, terrible, a wet grey miserable day, distant relatives and friends, commiserations all a blur burnt into her memories. After the funeral they turned to one another for strength, compassion, even love, slowly their mutual attraction blossomed, little touches, hugs, kisses became more than just father and daughter. Meals made with that extra touch, little things that cemented them together inch by inch they became emotionally entwined.The reading of mums will, was the next milestone, the solicitor reading the simple document in his dusty office; the few possessions shared by them both and a small legacy, no fortune but the life savings of the poor woman, all she had she gave them both, in death as in life. Finally the little man passed them a letter apiece from the woman they both loved so dearly.They did not open the letters till that evening, both wishing the day to be over and each preferring solitude to read the woman`s the last lucid words.Lying there under the same death sentence now, tears coursed down her face as she remembered her own letter, outlining the death the woman knew she was facing, explaining that she was unable to tell her only daughter until it was inevitable. She knew the girl was young and that she wished the girl to enjoy life as long as she possibly could, Jane would she hoped find the man of her dreams soon, she outlined her disappointment at never being able to attend her wedding as mother of the bride, her wish to see grandc***dren, things like that, but the one line that was ingrained in Jane`s deepest memory was that her mother `prayed that this terrible affliction would not be hereditary.’“Oh mother “she cried allowed, “If you only knew”An image of father`s face as he came to her later that evening flashed up in her head, both unable to speak for tears, silently exchanging the beautifully written pages rather than tell one another of the contents.His had said of their lives together the fun they had had together and of her wish that as she knew how sexual he was, he was to use his enforced freedom find another woman to satisfy his needs, to keep house and to love him, it said it was her dearest wish that he and their daughter never became distant in any way, it rambled a little and was her goodbye, knowing what she faced, her tears had stained the pages, it was the saddest thing Jane had ever read. Tears fell again, perhaps for her mother, perhaps for herself, but definitely for her father, now her lover, and both her mothers and her own partner in life.A nurse came, expecting some reaction, alerted by her tears she silently wrapped her arm around Jane`s shoulders she had seen this reaction before and knew there are no words sufficient for these situations, just clasping her to her motherly breast, tears wetting the stiff starchy blouse as Jane sobbed of her grief.Sometime later work over for the day her father came for her, forewarned by that same nurse he waited till she was dressed and pale of face silently, arm in arm nodded their thanks to the nurse as they strode through the ward, together they would face the world.At home, yes still the same home, the one they had watched mother degenerate in all those years ago, the home they had regenerated for themselves and the home in which they had become i****tuous lovers. They sat picking over fish and chips collect on the way home, quietly digesting the news that their lives together had suddenly been declared nearly over neither really having an appetite.The frugal meal over he stood, took the plates and washed up, glad of some normal household task to take his mind from the silence heavy in the room, neither had spoken since they left the hospital save to order the chips normal fare on a Friday nights.His hands deep in the suds he became aware of her arms wrapped round him from behind, he turned and together they hugged, she looked deep into his eyes, placed a finger to his lips and then very deliberately said “fuck me now please.”He grabbed a tea towel dried his hands, then without a word took her hand and led her to their bedroom, silently he stripped her to her undies in just moments, as she stood passively, finally throwing off her underclothes then his own clothes quickly and efficiently, they then fell back onto the bed, that same bed he had used with her mother, the bed they had commiserated in and cried in, laughed in, and where he had taken her virginity, the bed he had tied her mother too and later her, whipping both of their more than receptive bodies, both ladies taking to the bdms pain like ducks to water, the old bed they all had loved in was now to see the hardest sex imaginable, if she wanted to be fucked, then fucked is just what she would
be. There was no foreplay no kisses just the urgent need to ensure they both came together, his body thrusting deep into her`s in one fierce and violent movement.Like a****ls at rutt they rode one another with passion having no regard for either`s bodies. Pain, joy, need, love, desire, it was all there in this one violent eruption of sexual energy. Together they cried out as the wave broke, that release of energy like a nuclear explosion, mind blowing, and way above anything else they had ever experienced.They lay collapsed in each other`s arms, gentle kisses said it all, tears, more kisses, still no words, just a man and a woman deeply in love, his protective arms round her, both knowing that he could never protect her from this awful invasive final threat. Exhaustion taking its toll on her especially they drifted to sleep.Dawn broke on another grey day and the cold May light woke her, his bed cold, she rose, donned her gown and went to find him.He was sat as she expected in his favourite chair, tears coursing down his tanned face unashamedly sobbing pitifully.She threw her arms around him, kissing him, and shushing him, soothing him like the c***d they never had, coaxing him back to her from the dark place he had been since the early hours.Through sobs he slowly explained that he felt he could not live through this tragedy again, without her his soul-mate he could never have coped with her mother`s passing that first time once was more than enough.He knew he said he was much older than her and he had reached a time when he felt without her he just did not want to go on.In reply she kissed him told him that she had a time to live yet and that she wanted to do just that, she promised that she would think of something but that she needed him to be strong for her, normality was just one of the things she knew she would need to keep her sanity over the coming weeks.He regarded her with a soft and quizzical eye as she went on to say she had “perhaps a couple of months of normal or near normal life,” he began to speak “time to start on our bucket list`s, we have the money we have the time, if only just!” but she held up her hand in a quest for silence“Let`s do it lets live the dream, give that job of yours the push, lets live the life we always dreamed, now before it`s too late then when it`s my time let me take a long swim, together if you can`t face the future alone, but let`s just do something, lets live if only for a brief while like, well…. Mayflies.”The silence was palpable, he regarded her for a while then stood and strode out, she knew he would go out to his birds, his aviary, his one piece of the world where he was king, his hideaway from life his place, he would talk to the small yellow canaries he bred so successfully, to think, to sit, to contemplate every angle, then finally to make a decision, it was his way.A couple of hours passed, she dressed collecting their strewn clothing and dumped them into the washer, güngören escort she made tea, set a casserole to slow cook, and emptied the bins, anything to keep her mind from her father`s decision making, down there in his aviary.She heard rather than saw him re-enter the house, he appeared by her side, it was his turn to raise a hand for silence, stumbling over his words he slowly said “ you prefer to die then rather than go on to the bitter end?“She said she did, she couldn’t face the pain and going through the slow death of her mother. He shook his head, then said in his own quiet way that “did she understand he could not go on without her?” She nodded, and he smiled “they would however need to think of some other way to go together, if they were to do it” then to her strange questioning look he explained “he was still not able to swim a stroke” to which she nodded her assent, with a broad smile.He went on that “her bucket list idea and the loss of the job he would be happy with and they had a bit of money that should last if we are careful but they would need to talk a lot more yet. I`m not making any hard and fast decision yet” She kissed him, it said it all.They promised one another that the subject was not to be raised till Monday morning; he needed to think and not fall to being persuaded. Then and only then would he make his decision so the weekend quickly became a strange mix.The Saturday passed fast; sex, food, the telly, each had its place with them carefully avoiding the big issue, vanilla sex that evening lasted till late and then they slept. Sunday early again he took her, straight simple gentle missionary position sex, hard but vanilla just as the day before. They sat to breakfast, watched the box for a while then dinner, stoically avoiding the real issue, they sat in silence.Suddenly Jane leapt up took a swipe at him with a pillow then hissed at him that “I needed more, you shit, don`t you understand, she said she had 7, 8 perhaps even 9 weeks yet, there was few symptoms so far though they will come, “I want it now I am yours, she said she was just as she always was and she knew he was itching to use her body so what the hell was all this vanilla crap?”He was taken aback, spluttered with a huge grin that “he thought that she would have wanted to be cosseted and would be uninterested in all that stuff now!” In reply she hit him again with the pillow and they both began to laugh.Within the next ten minutes she was naked in cuffs, spread over the bed-end and receiving six of his best.From then on the day picked up amazingly, vanilla was well out and spanking was in, all over the house her backside and her breasts intermittently warmed to continuous rolling climaxes, between his spending and her moans of sheer enjoyment the rest of the afternoon soon passed, they finally lolling naked in front of the TV, entwined, exhausted, laughing hysterically, kissing deeply and dozing alternately.At dawn, the grey sky brightening slowly woke her, she needed to pee, and she rose from the bed, glancing at him snoring loudly beside her, after the toilet she made tea, and waited for his alarm to call him as it had over the last few years.At seven the bell rattled its call, from the kitchen she heard as usual his arm swing out of the bedclothes and his cursing the thing as he always did. By a quarter past he was up and on the telephone, dressed in just his dressing gown. She listened in silence as the call got to old Magg`s his boss.“Magg`s, sorry mate I shan`t be in today or probably ever again “ she heard the spluttering reply but couldn’t understand what was said, “oh shut up man , my partner is dying and I`m not going to be in again , live with it” with that the receiver hit the cradle. He turned to her, as she regarded him from the doorway silently accepting he had made his decision and the job he had held for as long as she remembered had gone. They melted together entwined like creeping vine; no words could express this demonstration of his love in an effective enough way to explain her feelings. After breakfast they sat facing one another over the cleared table, “Look,” he said “as I see this situation we have a deep love, which will last us forever, or until we die, we both have things to do before this is over, we have a time together, and then rather than slowly die you want to have a clean sudden end, is that right?” She nodded. Before she could speak his finger touched her lips in a plea for her further silence, He went on that “he promised he had decided he was not going to allow her to suffer like her mother had and neither was he going to carry on after she had gone, the investigation into her death he would not be able to face and he couldn’t face the loneliness in or out of jail. That was why he said he had finished his job so suddenly. Until she told him herself that it was time and she alone would know when that was, they were going to have a ball, did she understand?”She again nodded that she understood, somewhat overwhelmed by his love, before she could bring herself to speak, he continued “we will write out our bucket lists, regardless of how way out, weird or horrible they seem, then we d
iscuss them together, and finally we write a combined list together and do it, later we will do a second list of the ways we want this to end, but not yet, fun and games first. At least for a week or two OK?” He had put into words her own thoughts exactly, she nodded and kissed his hand, as he rose donned his overall and went off to feed and clean his birds.She fetched paper and pen and began to distractedly write, knowing he would soon be doing just the same out in the aviary where he felt most comfortable.The phone rang, it was Magg`s, “was my man drunk this morning woman, speaking to me like that?” The voice snapped. She took a breath, then asked if his ears had been blocked, assured him `the man’ was stone cold sober fully in his right mind at last and had stated the facts very clearly, then before the astounded man could give a suitable reply she went on to tell him, that she had been handed a death sentence by the doctor on Friday last and that `her man’ was somewhat upset and was not `his man’ anymore…She then shouted down the receiver….”now FUCK OFF!”…and before he could say another word she replaced the receiver, stared at it for a moment, then turned and sat down, she suddenly felt a lot better, now she could really write her list, she had always hated the pawing`s she had received over the years by the Miserable Miserly Magg`s. As was normal he appeared to her call to collect a tray of sandwiches for his dinner and a brew of tea, he seemed distant as if his head was full of other thought`s, but he asked who was on the phone earlier, as he had been so preoccupied he hadn’t wanted to answer his extension, and she had answered first.She replied that it had been old Magg`s and that she had told him she didn’t wish to converse at the moment, and to go away. He smiled, imagining the impact that would have had on his ex boss, then strode away again tray in hand.He next appeared at half past three, a little later than she expected, bringing back his tray and brewing tea for them both. He sat in his usual chair then slowly began to say that “I have sold the house to Charlie Penny this afternoon, he`s always wanted it and pestered long enough, that`s ensured we have enough money to do whatever you want, Disneyland or wherever” Her mouth fell open shocked, this was a turn of events she had not foreseen.“Disneyland, me, you must be joking, and just where do we live?” she asked practical as ever.“He wants vacant possession in January, that gives us time enough, six whole months from now to do everything and the money will be sorted this week when the solicitor finalises the sale.” He mumbled that “Those birds will have to go too” she knew what a wrench that would be for him and quickly changed the subject to distract him; “Is your list finished?” she asked, he nodded, “nearly!” but said hopefully “perhaps after tea?”They discussed the next meal, finished their teas and again went their separate ways, him to his beloved aviary her to prepare the meal and complete that wretched list. Promptly at half five he re-appeared, washed up hung up his overall and came to the table as had been their norm for the past few years, she had become a good cook, it hadn’t always been so, but time and necessity had seen to that.The meal over he washed she wiped and put away, then knowing they could put it of no longer with the inevitable pot of tea they went into the lounge and sat to discuss the lists they had made both realising there was just a finite amount of time in which to do those things. She began haltingly to read her list, but then words failing she thrust it into his hands. He silently handed her his list and then they began to quietly read.His said;1/ to make my daughters list come true, fulfilling her wildest fantasies if I can, both sexual and practical for as long as she is able.2 /To humiliate and abuse Jane`s body in ways so far we have never come near in reality so far only in my wildest dreams. 3/ To finally ease Jane`s passing when and in any way she chooses so that she has no or at least minimum pain from her illness as can be, but to do it any way she sees fit, perhaps who knows how, by her own hand just by taking pills or, maybe by any other method but it will be strictly her choice, 4/ I would like to visit Dover castle, as I have always wanted to go since being a young lad but the opportunity has never arisen.5/ I have done and seen nearly all the things in life which I have wished to have done, with her passing I would not wish to go on living. Loving sexual pain as I do I wish to do away with myself by some means having ensured whatever is on her list has been completed to her total satisfaction and her passing arranged to the letter first.Tears unashamedly ran down her cheeks as she read the single page.Hers neatly written and precise as always read;BUCKET LISTMy first wish is to be Queen of a castle for a day, c***dish though that may seem I have wanted that since a little girl. I also wish to sail a yacht and ride in a helicopter both things I have dreamed of over the yearsMore close to home, and knowing our mutual joy in bdms and its friends, my sexual fantasy is to be used, abused humiliated and the like, for my dad this is the ultimate open door, our opportunity call it what you will, but marks bruises, and even physical damage will not be an issue soon. Yes dad I know you and I have experimented over the years but it only really scratched the surface of the dark fantasies we both have held for some time.I wish to be used by a woman an experienced one as well just once gentle and complete lovemaking session, just to say I had tried it, then again in a hard pain session by a woman who would know just the buttons to press. You must watch that as I know you have always wanted to see a lesbian bdms act [I have checked your videos.] My Deepest darkest fantasies though include lots of humiliation, escort güngören and use of my body by anyone you think fit, always after you have readied me and given me to them to use, studs, including a large groups of well endowed men for a gang bang while by being held or bound, degraded and used like some toy while unable to stop their advances or their every fantasy, though at first not the sort that marks heavily as I need to last the full course and Later nearer the end perhaps in that final week, used hard (and there must be lots of pain) by at least one single sadist of your choice, I wish to feel bondage and much more real pain, (not pain from the pain of the illness, I will want you to save me from that by making me your ultimate sacrifice, but that we have agreed is for a later list,) but true sexual pain, inflicted by you and you alone my ultimate lover, no limits and no safe words, just to do or have done with my body, whatever you wish in this our last chance together in life.X Jane xStunned, the both sat for a while digesting the listsThen they both began to speak at the same instant. They stopped and he began again “wow, are you certain?”She affirmed she was deadly serious, and then asked laughingly about Dover castle, he answered that he had just always wanted to visit the pace so she said that that would be first then she would arrange that for him as it was an easy one.it was now Wednesday, Tuesday had been a blur of doctor`s visits and the like, collecting prescriptions and all that sort of thing and they had been to their solicitors to sort the house sale, then a funeral directors to pay for two funerals on one of those give us your money now and we will bury you when the time comes (that`s if we haven’t gone bust first) policies. Finally when they got home he had placed both lists together on the inside of the pantry door, saying that each time they would cross something off when they had completed it. He then went off to the fancy bird club to see about selling the breeding stock of his aviary, thinking the sooner the wrench the better, no point in prolonging the agony. She meanwhile sorted out tickets for Dover and overnight accommodation at a good hotel. Thus at an early hour they were on the station platfor
m waiting on the next London train, the train whisked them away, and soon they were hurtling towards the capital.By early afternoon after a London change they had arrived at Dover priory station and a taxi soon had them at the hotel, after a meal the evening passed with, a walk round Dover, a while on the front, and a stroll on the pier which they found fairly boring all gulls mobbing you and leftover`s from the fishing folk. He took a picture or two of the castle dominating the whole area from its lofty perch. They were on the way back to the hotel when he needed the toilet, so she hung about outside the gents waiting him. When, a seaman approached her and asked her price, just as he returned to her, quick as a flash not giving her a moment to react he replied that a £5 note would cover the job, and the seaman`s eyes bulged, it was his lucky day.Sweeping Jane`s amazed frame round he began propelling her across the promenade. Together they moved down the few steps onto the now deserted beach, darkness beginning to envelope them, the shadows deep against the promenade wall, his voice hissed “give me your knickers” the sound of the seaman`s zip spurring her on as she stood on one leg then the other to comply, he took the seaman`s note, and held her to the sea wall back flat against the cold stonework, before she knew it her dress held up and his body thrusting at her, the man was in, plunging deep into her body with the urgency of a man long at sea, his rough hands on her soft breasts.Perhaps just a dozen hard strokes and his seed spilled deep into her, a grunt accompanied his climax and before she knew it he had removed himself and was walking across the cooling sand leaving her used and filled, his seed running down her leg.The man retreated up the shallow steps to the street level and she turned to her would be pimp, “You bastard” she cursed him he laughed and commented that “you wanted to be humiliated, so what is your problem, and we made a fiver!” Knickerless she led the way back towards the hotel shaking her head as they began to laugh. While she had a long bath she heard him use the phone for a long conversation, she could not distinguish the jist of.The next day was a sightseeing tour round the castle, the roman lighthouse, queen Anne`s pistol, the keep, Bleriot`s plane and the underground works, they saw it all by the day`s end they were exhausted and back at the hotel after a shower, they went down for a sumptuous meal.Laughing as they finished the meal she said “I suppose you want to take me to the beach again to make up the price of the meal now?” it was just a fun remark. Just then the waiter arrived at their table with coffee, to which her partner eyed her with a beady eye, smiled, and then said “no, not the meal you will tonight whore more than the price of the whole stay I have already arranged it!” Her jaw dropped, when he laughed and suggested she got changed into something she could remove quickly. She chuckled believing it to be his sense of humour, but he said “think I am joking sweetheart?” “No? Well as it happens I have hired you out for the evening and you will be doing what I think you do best all night and I will be seeing you come to no harm though believe me you will be a very full lady.” The waiter still stood waiting near dropped the coffee pot as he continued with a poker face “So if you’re finished eating we shall go and change.” The waiter placed the pot down then held her chair as she rose and she noted a desperate struggle for the man to keep a straight face.She stood a little red round the gills, and together they exited the dining room with as much deportment as she could muster, en route for their room biting her lip till they finally got the door closed and she felt free to berate him for saying such an outrageous thing in front of the waiter and the maitre dee.He began to laugh and said that “she wanted to be humiliated didn’t she?” He then kissed her and told her to change into a track suit, a good set of undies and fit these leather cuffs and this collar!” He went on that he had indeed `rented her out’ for the evening and `they’ had supplied the leatherwear by courier.Amazed at his audacity and noting the “they” she changed as asked, then stood for him to fit the cuffs and collar, before together they descended to the front desk, where he made her wait while a taxi arrived, for some reason the waiter from dinner perhaps suspecting a wind up, found some excuse to visit the desk eyeing her with piercing eyes, missing nothing especially the collar and the cuffs his jaw slowly dropping.The taxi arrived and they were soon on their way to another adventure, her relived to be away from the gaze of the hotel staff who now knew what he had said was the truth.He gave an address near Deal, and the taxi smoothly swished its way towards next small town north, climbing as it did past the superbly lit castle. Ten minutes saw them at a very large house; he paid the driver arranging their return and promising the driver an unusual tip. Then he helped her from the motor, clipping her wrists behind her as he did so, and a lead to her collar to the great surprise of the driver. He arranged to call the man for the return trip in the wee small hours, and then they climbed the staircase to the main door.A liveried butler answered and the great doors closed effortlessly behind them as they stood in the front hall of the biggest mansion she had been in so far in her life.A secretary greeted him, took her lead and led them into an anteroom, without much more than glancing at her he said; “Remove her tracksuit, then toilet her,” pointing at a cloakroom hidden discretely in the corner “and be ready in ten minutes” he left them to prepare, and in short order her would be pimp, ensured she was empty, and standing in high heels, her lacy knickers and matching bra (with at his insistence its straps off her shoulders,) the deep collar and cuffs her hands re-secured behind her.She told him “she thought he had been joking!”His reply that this was on her wish list and to go with the flow; did little to ease her butterfly stomach.It was a long ten minutes, before the secretary reappeared and the butler opened the door to the dining room, she couldn’t back out now and whatever he had got her into, was happening now.The huge room they entered had a massive dining table Easily a thirty seater, the remains of a meal which, two liveried footmen were removing as quickly as they could, lay s**ttered on the candelabra lit white cloth, about a dozen men were sat, eyes glittering in the candlelight, expectantly looking at the woman as she was led to the table end, the last of the plates having vanished the two footmen took station either side of Jane, the secretary released her hands and the footmen removed the lead and clipped the collar to a pair of long thin pole`s giving the lead to her escort then sending him and the butler to sit and watch from a side seat in the shadows with their own bottle of a good red wine .She watched as a bag was passed round, each man taking a numbered ball at random from the bag. The footmen then lifted her to step first on a chair then to stand on the table top held upright by the poles and the collar, she felt the secretary unclip her bra and it fell away exposing her naked breasts to both the candlelight and the gaze of the assembled men, ten white faces all different shades and two very black, all salivating at the sight of her nakedness.At a signal from the head of the table, the secretary, lowered her knickers, she could feel the men`s eyes boring into her sex now open to their laser like gaze.She heard the secretary hiss, ”step out of them before you very slowly walk up the right side to the head of the table, then you just kiss the high priest, wait till he dismisses you then turn and walk back equally slowly down the left side back to us here and mind those candelabra.”She began to step her way past the well spread men, the long table allowing each seated man to gaze up at her body, the heat from each mans gaze and the heat from the
candles equalling themselves in her mind, her pace steadily kept even by the footmen walking alongside her behind the men`s chairs controlling her via the long rods and her collar, she was unable to look down at the gazers.Finally she arrived, red of face in front of the high priest, the rods made her kneel before him, she kissed him as instructed and stood again, he placed his finger in her now wet cleft, licked the finger, and then pronounced her fit to use by all the men of the group. A shudder ran through her as that sentence was announced. Those rods pushed her back to her feet till she stood before him they told her to turn and the footmen swapped rods before at their insistent tug to her collar they led her slowly back güngören escort bayan to the table end. The remaining men gazing in awe as she walked purposely back and then down via the chair back to the ground where she was turned to face that main table once again.Pressure from the rods made her fold her chest down onto the table top. Her arms still secured behind her and her neck gripped by the rods her head to one side her cheek on the table-cloth, her eyes fixed on the high priest at the other end of the great table. The secretary pushed her feet apart, and then bowed to the high priest. The port and the cheese board were passed, as the men sat stoney faced and in an intimidating silence at the table. The high priest suddenly called in a commanding voice “Number 1, up”The man with the first ball stood, bowed to the high priest then moved rapidly to her side nodding at her as her head lay pinned to the tablecloth. The secretary received the ball and there was a distinct click as it dropped into the small sack with the other remaining balls, he then moved behind her despite her best efforts out of her line of vision.There was a slither of a zip, she knew what to expect, as his tool slid into her in one smooth movement, she felt herself violated, filled, and excited all in one brief thrust. She expected to have been used but in such a basic way she had neither expected or would have dreamed of in her wildest fantasy. Before she could enjoy herself and begin to feel really aroused she felt his seed fill her hot and deep.He stood behind her smacked her backside and shouted “one up sir” then returned to his seat thanking her as he passed her secured head.The priest called “number 2 up” the scenario repeated, again this impersonal using of her body, again the thrusts, regardless of her needs, she was a receptacle, a sacred cow, call it what you will, she was just there to receive their offerings, mechanically and without regards of her needs. Again the filling and the ringing slap of the backside and the call ”two up sir” though by now things for her had begun to become more interesting as her body reacted to the thrusts and the grunts of her would be worshipers, “Number 3 up”, by Number 5 she had climaxed twice hard and silently, cum was dribbling down her leg and her backside was beginning to warm well from their slaps.“Number 6 down” she noted the change of command, the man as it happened from up near the table top on the left walked briskly to her, nodded to her, then she heard the ball click back into the bag held no doubt by the dapper secretary, she heard the zip of his fly and felt his finger slopping the spilt cum from her leg onto her anal opening, she braced herself knowing what was to come, as the stiff member began its unrelenting and impersonal journey into her bowel.The pain was immense as the stiff phallus forced its way into her, uncaring, fierce, her sphincter stretching like a ring of fire as the head of his tool slid into her. She began to howl, there was a round of applause from the seated men the first reaction that they had made throughout.As the lucky number six began to thrust deep and steady, filling her painfully she began to climax yet again, her body involuntarily taking her over the top, mechanically reacting to his regular thrusts. She felt his seed spilling hotly into her, then his withdrawal from her body in a single movement, accompanied by her groan and his single slap on her rump with the cry of “six down sir” He then smiled as he thanked her, and returned to his seat.“Number seven down” the tap of his heels on the hard floor, again that nod then the click as the ball fell into the bag, again the feel of the hand lubricating her burning anal ring with her spillage, still painful from the last incumbent,. She awaited the heat and pain of the invader, but this time found number seven was less well endowed, the pain such as it was less odorous, though still stimulating, she began to climax as he did, after just a few thrusts, his seed filling her completely now spewing forth from her body as he withdrew with the usual slap and cry.“eight” came and went in a blur and also “nine,” neither causing her fierce pain, but each adding to her internal load, she began to feel very full and not a little tired.However her heart sank as the priest called “Number ten …up” one of the black faces smiled, stood and bowed, he was the archetypal big black man, he lumbered the rooms length the ball clutched in his paw, smiling at her face, her eyes following his progress, noting the huge tent in his clothing knowing the reputation of the coloured men she was glad he was up not to use their own phrase a “down”, the nod then the ball clicked into the bag, the zip then his fingers hauled at her lips, stretching the leaking sexual target for his tool to fill, and with a slow but relentless pressure her body stretched to accommodate the huge member, she began to climax again instantly, her groans and gasps again eliciting a round of applause from the seated and the sated souls. This time though the steady thrusts did not fill and go, they went on and on, her climax becoming a huge rolling thunderclap of a fantastic climax, she began to feel faint, her heart beating like a drum, her breathing ragged now, as suddenly she felt his fire hose spewing its huge load into her very gut`s. She wondered if she would burst so full was she, her mind fluttering as he removed his tool from her body, his huge black paw walloping her backside harder than anyone so far. “Ten up sir” the self assured sway of his backside as he passed her by on his way back to his seat his smile at her and the little kiss blown at her told of his pleasure. She wished she had met in better circumstances where she could have enjoyed him more!“Number eleven up” she watched mesmerised as a little man stood, and literally trotted to the secretary, ignoring her as he passed, she barely felt him slither into her stretched vulva, his tiny tool hardly touched the sides as he did his thing, she mused that he must be single or married to an unhappy wife, she only knew he had finished by the fact he thanked her as he passed her, she had not heard him call his number or even felt his weak slap.She was looking at the last man, in perhaps a hint of terror, a huge black mountain of a man who she was already in fear of expecting that he would be equally gigantically endowed as his coloured brother.“Number twelve down” fear ran through her veins as the mountain grunted stood, bowed and then lumbered like a huge brown bear towards her, he sported a wide grin and a huge tent in his suit trousers, as he paused, kissed her on her forehead, and smiling at her said “sorry babe” shook his head at her, then silently left her line of vision.You could have heard a pin drop, as click went the final ball, and zizz went the zip, her mind doing cartwheels as she waited unable to do anything but await the pain she now knew would soon follow.The head of his tool slowly and gently slid into her, huge and frightening, the sphincter slowly giving the invader best, stretching and opening slowly, rendering her breathless, extending, gaping, to accommodate the purple head of the huge circumcised mans prick, the size of a babies arm it unbelievably slowly invaded her, it was the biggest thing ever to have been inside her body, she began to scream fearing she was going to tear, t
he remaining men were on their feet now, cheering as her pain became obvious to all the assembled crowd, they were revelling in her discomfort, loving the screams and the facial distortions as she tried desperately to accommodate this massive invader.She was vaguely aware of his balls slapping at her inner thighs like some gigantic bull servicing a heifer. Her whole being centred round her sex now, she had never known such exquisite pain, her body screaming for his, desperate to feel his seed deep in her guts despite the pain, his thrusts becoming urgent her head thrashing the tablecloth as her body convulsed in both joy and agony.The huge man bellowed as he began to climax, she screaming, her lungs bursting. Her bowel filling to the point of bloating her belly, her eyes bulging as the internal pressure increased.Suddenly it was over his tool subsiding and his body rising from her, tearing itself from her body as tears flat to the table top.The hand slapped her as all the others had, but harder and she heard his loud triumphant bellow of “twelve down sir.” The table`s occupants on their feet to a man, cheering and clapping this final act as he bent and kissed her. The rods lifted her exhausted body by the throat, her wobbly legs held her upright, seed drained down her legs from both front and back, tears still coursing from her eyes, as her was taken the length of the table this time not on the table top, walking or at least staggering exhaustedly the length of that giant table.She was made to kneel at the feet of the priest, and to take his rigid tool into her mouth, to the command “suck” he had her tiredly taking his seed into her throat, swallowing the warm jism rather than dribble it from her exhausted jaws.He thanked her on behalf of the assembled company inviting her to return the next year. But she quietly refused, saying “she would be gone by then!” A comment she knew he would not understand!The main course over, she was forced to stand yet again and was led to thunderous applause to the anti-room here she was laid on her back, her arms still trapped under her as the twin rod`s fell to the floor.She looked upwards expecting the ordeal to be over, however the secretary, the butler her partner and the two footmen had other ideas, and began masturbate in a circle surrounding her, then to spray her with their own climaxes, brought on by the spectacle, their hot cum spraying onto her breasts, hair and belly before they finally released her arms.The secretary paid him, she had no idea how much though she heard the word bonus, and though proud of her achievements this evening she felt like a well used common prostitute, an exhausted one at that.Her partner helped her un-showered into the tracksuit tucking her underclothes into his pocket and together they tottered to the now waiting taxi, the driver eyeing her in a most strange way as she collapsed into the big motors soft seat.He gave the address of the hotel, and they set off, the driver peering at her puffy eyed face, smiling wanly as her partner explained that she had taken 18 loads that evening, and was fairly tired. Laughing as he told the boggle eyed man that if he was to park somewhere he could add to her fill one more wasn`t here or there.Within seconds the car smoothly slid into a dark lay-by. The driver appeared at her door, his tool waving in her face, tiredly she sucked at the stiffening tool, his hands on her hitherto untouched breasts, within moments, the stiff tool filled her mouth, her tongue lapping at his balls his head lodged in her throat, as spluttering he filled her belly with just one more load. The remaining trip to the hotel was quick and smooth, , her d****d over her partners shoulder, the two staggered to the hotel lift under the eyes of the night porter who she just about managed to smile at, his face said it all, he had seen it all before, another pissed up d**ggy,!Little did he know?
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