Soon after the ceremony was finished and everyone had said their congratulations, Morgan grabbed Eva's hand and dragged her with him toward his cabin.nn"But, but.," she protested as she noticed the knowing glances the crewmembers sent them.nn"Just let them stare," Morgan chuckled. "They aren't mated so they must still be on duty," he sent his soldiers a knowing glance and saw them return to their work. nn"Come along here, honey," Morgan said as he opened the door to his cabin and took her inside. A short command and the door closed behind them. Locking them inside. "Finally alone," Morgan said in a relieved tone as he let his eyes roam all over her body, heating her once again. "Now, how about repeating that look-over you gave me in there?" he suggested.nnEva looked at him. Why not? It was embarrassing to know that everyone of his crew knew exactly what they were up to, but hadn't they known all along what had occurred in her prison cell? And now that they were mated they were allowed to have sex -- it was even anticipated. She shoved away any thoughts about them being enemies and gave him a sultry smile.nn"Why not," she said aloud, before moving her hand to her suit and slowly opening it, revealing her naked breasts underneath. At once she had Morgan's undivided attention and he stared at every part of her skin at she slowly revealed more to him. She moved her hands to her braid, and took off the hairpins, letting her long hair flow freely over her shoulders.nnMorgan gasped and came closer all of a sudden.

and then? Nothing.nnAfter that night ended, with me sneaking out of the door at one in the morning before her husband Paul came home? Nothing.nnBack in work after the New Year, she was the same as she'd ever been with me. I knew that she couldn't act differently in the office, but I'd thought that there would be a call, a message, or an e-mail ??“ something. Something to acknowledge what we'd done; done over and over, on her sofa, in the shower. Nothing.nnWork became torturous. As I say, she was the same as she'd ever been with me ??“ the same way she had been when just the thought of fucking her was driving me wild. After we'd actually done it, every smile as she passed my desk, every time I got her a coffee, watching her walk around the office; it was hellish. She was still wearing the same variety of either smart business suits that showed off her curves or just-about-appropriate-for-the-office dresses with high slits and low necklines that showed off everything. I obsessed over her at my desk, snatching glances when I could ??“ her desk was in my line of sight, sitting removed from me in it's separate office ??“ my eyes pouring over her.nnShe'd let her hair grow and it hung down to her shoulders, framing her bone structure, her high cheekbones and strong jaw-line that tapered off to her delicate chin, preventing her face from losing it's femininity. Her eyes, a delicate shade of blue that kept them twinkling and mischievous, always topped with a permanently arched eyebrow so it seemed. Her figure. Oh, many work-hours lost contemplating her figure ??“ it's outline against her clothes ??“ full, curved and welcoming.nnI'd pondered all this over and over, of course; but now I had immediate context for it all. Her hair? Remembering how it felt between my fingers or draped across my stomach as she kissed me.

NINEnnOn my way back to my office, I bumped into Jane in the corridor. She had a cup of coffee in one hand and a ream of copy-paper in the other. When she saw me, she dipped her head, muttered hello, and tried to move by me.nn'Back to your old clothes again,' I said, nodding towards her brown, calf-length corduroy skirt and olive-green long-sleeved t-shirt.nn'I'm late for a meeting,' she said, risking a glance in my direction.nn'I'm guessing you're back in the old underwear as well.'nn'You said this was over. You said if I . if I did what you asked, you'd leave me in peace.'nnI toyed with the idea of taking her back to my office, showing her the footage of me spanking her pert young buttocks, of her brown eyes widening as my cock slid in and out of her mouth. Instead I said:nn'Tell me if you're wearing the underwear, and I'll leave you in peace.'nnShe hesitated, her eyes casting round as if looking for help.nn'I threw them out,' she said.nn'Shame,' I said. 'Dave would probably have enjoyed them as much as I would.'nn'Please don't do this,' she said. 'Please just leave me alone.'nnWith that, she dodged past me and walked quickly away.nnI continued on my way back to my office, but at the last moment I took the stairs up another flight and went to Gemma's office instead. Catherine, her secretary looked up from her computer-screen.

It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.nnThe Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Company Manager's tale was of her oral exploits with a famous actor and the Marketing Director's tale of how the 'Wife of Bath', with her daughter, had seduced a whole management team. The Politician's tale was about the husband's revenge, and the Model's tale about a country girl finding heaven between her legs - with the aid of her vicar. For the morning story of the fourth day, The Stockbroker's Tale showed how two resourceful women turned the tables on their partners who were trying to deceive them, whilst the Aristocrat's tale was about a sexual orgy, incest and murder in the stately home. The TV Presenter's related her experience of group sex with an African Chief and his bodyguards, whilst Jake, the actor, had a delightful story about an African tribe whose Princess found her Prince.nnChapter Eighteen - The Author's Tale: Which one will win Delia?nnThe host, Robert, told the group over breakfast that the weather conditions were improving. It was confidently expected that help would arrive the next day. Just seven days after they were trapped inside the roadhouse. Although the guests had taken advantage of their situation, it would come as a relief to return to normal. Besides, the food in the freezer wouldn't last forever!nnSo they all set to after breakfast to do the chores, tidy the rooms, and generally restore the roadhouse to its pristine, top class condition, in readiness for a final day of erotic tales, of fun and games. All the guests except Susan and George, had recounted tales of a wide variety. Today, hey too would have a story to tell.nnSusan was a novelist. A short jolly lady of thirty-five, with red hair arranged in bubbles. Her green eyes and small upturned nose, were set in a round face. Slightly round shouldered, her breasts were long and pointed to brown cone-shaped nipples resting on her rounded belly.

It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.nnThe Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Company Manager's tale was of her oral exploits with a famous actor and the Marketing Director's tale of how the 'Wife of Bath', with her daughter, had seduced a whole management team. The Politician's tale was about the husband's revenge, and the Model's tale about a country girl finding heaven between her legs - with the aid of her vicar. For the morning story of the fourth day, The Stockbroker's Tale showed how two resourceful women turned the tables on their partners who were trying to deceive them, whilst the Aristocrat's tale was about a sexual orgy, incest and murder in the stately home. The TV Presenter's related a tale of group sex with an African Chief and his bodyguards. During the afternoon, adventures in the park during the dark hours gave Delia a taste of sex with strangers.nnChapter Seventeen: The Actor's TalennAfter dinner, the guests made their way into the lounge where coffee was ready with mint chocolates and liqueurs. The brandy decanter and port were placed on the centre table for the guests to help themselves. After everyone had settled down with their chosen partner, Julie invited Jake to tell his story.nnJake was an actor, a milk chocolate coloured young man of African origin, with a strong-looking forward thrust of his thighs. All the women guests had sampled the delight of his powerful, handsome cock sliding in and out of their well-lubricated vaginas, and some had tasted the copious emission from it. Enid in particular, had savoured the delicious sperm, rolling it round her cheeks and under her tongue, before allowing it to trickle down her throat with a cat-like smile.nnWith a friendly face, those smoky dark eyes coloured people often have, close-cropped curly hair and a firm jaw, he was fully relaxed. His six foot frame, seemingly all legs and arms, lounging all over the cushions of the settee. He glanced round the couples as they settled together. It was incredible to think that, since he had become stranded with the company manager, Emma, in this isolated, high-class roadhouse, he had screwed all the women there with the exception of Gertie. She was curled up beside him on a settee, her left breast visible in the top of the gown she was wearing.nnHaving inadvertently gate-crashed an exclusive week-end orgy party, with couples from the society pages of the glossy magazines, he couldn't believe his good fortune!

It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.nnChapter One: The Theatre Company Managernn'Shit!' Emma swore out loud to herself. She had left the new contract file on her desk at the flat. A file she would need with her in Cambridge. There! That's what comes of letting Rick have an early morning farewell fuck, instead of getting out of bed, she thought, stuffing her arms hurriedly into her coat.nnThat self-indulgence had delayed her. It meant that she'd had to rush round to get herself ready and pack her case. Still, when she recalled the exquisite pleasure of his Romeo deep inside her Juliet - goodness, she thought, the silly names we give to things - and the satisfying orgasmic relief, she reckoned it was worth the delay. After all, the journey was only about ninety miles so, providing there were no hold ups on the way, she would still get there in good time to meet Jake Castle and his agent by lunch time. And her flat was only a short walk away.nnShe snatched up her diary and her pen, dropped them into her bag, grabbed her brief case and hurried out of her office, calling to the secretary as she left that she was, finally, on her way. nn'I'll phone in tomorrow and check out with you. Don't forget that message for Douglas.' nn'OK! Have fun!' came from inside the other office.nn'I'll try,' she called, hurrying out of the door.

Buffy's cock bounced and her balls dipped and swayed as she ran, but she paid her male genitals no mind. Now that the novelty of having a penis and testicles had worn off, she found them not so much titillating, as they'd seemed at first, but, rather, something of nuisance. No wonder Xander and the rest of the boys at Sunnydale High had worn jockstraps to keep them in check. The sphere continued on its course, toward the distant mountains of ice in the frozen northlands, and the Slayer gave chase. She seemed to have run miles already, which, thanks to her Slayer strength and stamina, were nothing to her; she could run all day, if she had to do so, before she'd need to rest. She only wished she were at her destination--if, indeed, the ice mountains were her destination--so that she could rescue Willow from the clutches of her demon captors. Were they having their way with the witch, this moment, as the meadowland demon had tried to have its way with Buffy? The Slayer didn't want to think about it. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be ravished by demons, she thought. As if to disprove her notion that she couldn't imagine such a fate, images sprang into Buffy's mind--vile, hideous images of rape and torture.nnShe saw a gnarled and twisted cock, eighteen or more inches long and thick at the wide end of a baseball bat, oozing greenish-yellow fluid that smoked and made hissing sounds as it dripped onto the stone floor of a cavern lit with hot flames. The fiery curtains cast bright, flickering light--orange, red, and yellow--against the limestone walls. Willow screamed as the demon's abominable phallus penetrated her, searing the pink lips of her labia with the burning fluid that seeped from its bloated, knotted shaft.nnThis image was replaced by another, equally horrible. A short, squat, toad-like monstrosity with a thick, hard cock that branched into two shafts, was fucking the redheaded witch from behind. Its massive hands--or paws--grasped Willow's creamy hips, sinking its talons deep into her smooth flesh, and the longer, larger portion of its two-pronged cock rammed again and again into Willow's vagina while the shorter, smaller prong slammed itself repeatedly through the witch's anus. Willow screamed in fear, rage, and humiliation, tears streaming down her cute, heart-shaped face.nnIn the third vision that flashed before the Slayer's mind's-eye, Willow was being assaulted by three demons at the same time. One pumped its cock inside the witch's rounded mouth; the second, inside her cunt; the third up her ass. Willow wept silently, gagging and choking on the purple prick that filled her face.

Men were not always tossed into the exact cage they had been in previous nights, and each cage could hold two males. The cages were made of bamboo and about 7 feet high and 7 feet wide.nnJeff and Martin happened to be doubled in the same cage on this warm balmy evening.nnJeff immediately fell to the cottony strips of fabric on the sands of the cage. "Good Lord," he said in a faint whisper. "Is that all these women want from us? Tickling our feet and procuring our sperm?"nnMartin, who likewise lie on his share of the fabrics, said, "I guess you are new and don't know the story."nnJeff turned to him. "Finally! Can you tell me what the fuck is going on here?"nn"Since my charming wife, Madame deSade, has a big mouth, I learned a lot more than I think most men who've been enslaved here have," Martin began. "I am not sure of the origin of these savage ticklers, but I think they may have been young girls who crash-landed here years ago. There were men who tried to take advantage of them, and raped them, and the guys were summarily killed, I believe, but not purposefully. The leader of the men was apparently very angry every time one of the young things tickled him to try and get them off of their bodies, and damn," Martin cried, "I can understand that! Anyway, somehow, they stumbled upon this sappy substance out of one of the big trees on the island, and they found out it could immoblize a man, and they also found out it could make him extremely horny. Whether the men found it or the girls, I don't know."nn"The beeba powder?" Jeff asked.nnMartin grimaced and closed his eyes, "yeah, beeba!