It's FINALLY here - the naughtiness that happens in Albrecht Stables finally comes to a climatic end. (18+ Audience Only)
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If you want me to utter that safe word, you’re going the wrong way about it,” breathed Jenny, who was still struggling to rub her body against his.
He barked out a laugh. “Oh you’ll utter your naughty little word before the night is out,” whispered Mark, nuzzling his lips against her neck, “but at the moment, I want to lick, bite, nibble, pinch, tweak and chew every inch of you. She made a face at him and he shook his head, amused. “Relax, you’ll enjoy it.” She narrowed her eyes at that. “OK,” he amended, “you’ll enjoy most of it.”
Whatever Jenny’s reply to his comment might have been was lost, for his mouth descended quickly upon her sex and employed every trick in the book to get her to panting level in record time. When she’d reached the ‘ten-seconds-to-blast-off’ point, he abruptly stopped and moved on to other ‘less sensitive’ body parts. She made lots of funny gurgling noises, and some interesting Kung Fu moves against his knot-work, but ultimately, she just had to wait and endure. He planned to cover her entire body with his tongue-work and lips, and he started high, tracing the delicate lines of her cheekbones, the ridge of her lips, the line of her nose, and the arch of her neck. Nipping at the tightly pointed buds of her nipples and palpating the soft flesh of her abdomen, he then moved to bite the tender inner flesh of her thighs and tongue a wavy line of worship down to her ankles. He sucked toes, pretty little red-tipped toes that were stretched high in the air, and then he got down low and traced a path around her plugs with his tongue. Under her arms, over her shoulders, down to her tight little waist, he suckled, blew, kissed and even hummed tunes against her skin. She smelled divine. She tasted better. It was a shame she was not edible, for he could have eaten her whole. When he had covered her body from top to bottom at least twice, only then did he return to his shot glass.
With his long fingers, he gently pried the glass loose from the tight confines of her pussy, not able to contain his smile of satisfaction when she groaned at its removal. “You like being filled.” It was a statement, not a question, which was just as well, because he didn’t get an answer. “Do you like being stretched, I wonder?” Inserting the middle and index finger of his right hand into her dripping wet channel, he began to stretch the soft, wet walls of her sex. There was another groan. “I guess I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured. Making slow scissor motions with his fingers, he began to stretch the tight flesh of her pussy, opening her up. “Can you guess what I’m going to do next?” With his fingers still slipping and sliding inside her, he held up his shot glass and twirled the remaining liquid around. “You only get one guess, Princess.”
“Oh God, please tell me you’re not,” said Jenny, who spoke thickly and with stilted pauses. His fingers appeared to be quite the distraction.
“Oh,” breathed Mark happily, “I’m afraid I am.” Tilting the glass to a forty-five degree angle he let it hover for just a second, and as soon as Jenny grimaced and closed her eyes, he slowly began to pour.
“It’s still warm,” she whimpered in a pained voice.
“It’ll be nothing compared to the temperature I’m about to rocket you up to, given a couple of a minutes.”
“How are you going to get that out again? You can suck it out, surely?” Jenny opened one eye at him and gave him a nasty look.
“We’ll have to hope, for your sake, that I can. Otherwise I’ll be searching the apartment up and down for a straw, and then I might get distracted and feel the need to blow bubbles.”
She gave a horrified shudder beneath him, but then his mouth was upon her and it was all about pleasure. He flipped the stereo on with his spare hand and the shuffle function found the ‘Flower duet,’ from the opera ‘Lakmé’ which usually reminded him of the British Airways commercial, but tonight he had other things on his mind. It was a strangely appropriate piece, but he hadn’t the time to consider the intricacies of opera at the moment. He was focused. He had his goal in sight and he was nothing if not an overachiever.
He suckled, tongued, stroked and slurped. Light trickles of Sambuca ran into his mouth, flavoured with her unique, spicy essence that made the subtle hint of elderflower and the strong tang of liquorice seem like nectar from the Gods. Speaking of Gods, she tasted heavenly. Earthy, musky, flowery, and there was a hint of sweetness he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She seemed to have a particular scent and taste that drove him wild, and tonight, he intended to indulge himself. She wouldn’t be getting a sip of this particular vintage. This was all for him and he savoured each drop. When her thighs began trembling beneath his hands, he increased the suction of his mouth and captured her clit. In a few artful flicks, he had her screaming and then he could wait no longer. He was inside her. With long, tortured thrusts of urgency, he finally found solace within her body. She squeezed him tightly, somehow remembering what she had been taught and as he ran his fingers up and down her body, caressing and stroking her arms, breasts and thighs, he lost himself. One moment he was a sensible, control-freak style dominant and in the next he was a rutting beast. He needed to pull himself back and rein it in, or this session would not end as planned.
Pulling out of Jennifer Redcliff’s body was one of the hardest things he had ever done. Considering how long it had taken him to immerse himself inside it, it was hardly surprising. Breathing hard, he withdrew his aching cock, and it was clear she felt the same way for her body tried desperately hard to hold on to him. “They’ve taught you well, I see,” he said with a sardonic smile, as he finally gathered his breath back.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
“I’m that good, huh?”
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“We need to work together, you and I,” said
Mark, and his lips descended to nuzzle her neck, “because I suspect we want the
same thing.”
“You want ten tonnes of sugar and a three
litre vat of coffee?” She was rewarded with a sharp nip for her troubles.
“Don’t go vampire on me,” she threatened, “I’ve already got you down as the big
bad wolf.”
He laughed. “Because I can see you, smell
you and eat you better than anyone else you’ve ever known?”
“No, it was a ‘whose afraid of the big bad
wolf thing,’ but you’ve been replaced in that department. Anyway, tell me what
we’re working together on.”
“You’re not afraid of me any
more? Hmph. We’ll have to work on that.” He ignored her question and let his
lips travel along the line of her jaw as his fingers gently kneaded her
buttocks. The feeling was electric on her bright pink skin.
“I’m never especially
comfortable around you,” she yelped as she received a backhander on her left
butt-cheek, “but I’m not afraid of you, no.”
“Good.”
Her right cheek was subjected
to the same treatment and it felt divine. He then pressed something cold and
hard against the entrance to her pussy, and she instinctively moved upwards to
avoid it.
“Relax. It’s just a set of Ben
Wa balls. They’ll help improve your pelvic floor muscles because you’ll have to
squeeze tightly to keep them inside of you. Lots of squeezing makes my fun in
the bedroom infinitely more entertaining.” Another slap on her backside, but
the first ball was already being worked inside her and it felt sublime. It was
heavy, smooth and almost certainly made of some kind of metal. Her money would
be on stainless steel.
“These are some of the
heaviest ones I can find, mainly because I don’t like to make my games too easy
for you. If you live under my roof, you’re going to have to work for everything
and I mean everything, but that’s all
part of the fun. If you can figure out a way to please me, I’ll make your life
bearable.” He stroked the line of her throat and tongued the unbelievably
sensitive spot just behind her earlobe. She shuddered.
“Does bearable include
unlimited amounts of coffee and chocolate?” There was another petulant yelp as
he increased the strength of his swats, but she didn’t wiggle out of the way.
“No, and never tell me stuff
like that, because now I’ll ration both coffee and chocolate until you’re
begging for the stuff. I like watching women beg. There’s something amazing
about watching a woman beg, especially for sex.” He winked at her. “I’ll
remember to cover you from head to toe in chocolate body paint frequently, in order
to torment the hell out of you.” The second kegel ball was slotted into place,
as deep inside her as his fingers would go. There was a pause as her body took
a moment to spasm all over. Mark aroused her just by speaking, damnit, and all
the rest of the stuff was just overkill in her opinion. Biting her tongue
sharply, she managed to get a hold of herself.
“That might be OK, as long as
I get a chance to lick the stuff off,” said Jenny thoughtfully.
“Oh no. I’ll be painting your
chocolate rations somewhere far more interesting.”
Mark pulled her away from the bed and stood directly in front of her. Jenny was
trying hard not to laugh. She couldn’t help it. The image of Mark with his cock
covered in chocolate was doing strange things to her libido.
“Now I’m curious. Would you
like your chocolate rations orally or as a suppository? I’m sure the sugar
would hit you quicker if we…”
“Nooo,” Jenny bit out, and the
man had successfully wiped the smile off her face in an instant, which she
guessed was his goal.
“Right, enough distractions. The name of
the game is this… I have a pair of bolt cutters that will make moving and
walking far less embarrassing for your restaurant visit. You keep those balls
inside you for the next ten minutes, no matter what I do to you, and I’ll see
what I can manage with regards to your restraints. You’ll still have the cuffs
on, of course, but you’ll lose the chains – so more freedom for a little bit of
effort. What do you say, Miss Redcliff?”
“Game on,” came the reply.
The pressure of the heavy metal balls
within her had seemed fine at first. Mark made her crawl around the floor a
bit, and introduced a flogger to the proceedings, but it was not particularly
hard work to keep them securely inside her. She had to squeeze the muscles of
her vagina tightly together, but the initial effort required to do so was
sustainable, or so she’d thought.
Moving around proved difficult, not because
of the chains, she’d almost become used to those, but when the balls vibrated
and bounced together they sent shock waves of pleasure radiating through her
body. The flogger drove her this way and that throughout his apartment, and
each twist and turn was murder on her insides.
“I’ve waited a long time to fuck you,
Jennifer Redcliff.” His voice echoed in her ears but she didn’t fully
comprehend their meaning until a few moments later. “Whatever I want is usually
delivered immediately to me, with no questions asked. I guess that’s one of the
perks of being me. Having to wait over a week for something I really want is
unheard of, and yet here I am still as excited by you as the first day I laid
eyes on you. Scrap that, even more so. I want to pin you to the wall like a
fucking Van Gogh, Miss Redcliff, and just like the Van Gogh, I wouldn’t mind if
you graced my wall for several years or more. Does that scare you? Do you want
to serve, Jenny? Do you want to serve me? Or are you, perhaps, just telling me
the words I want to hear so you can run out on me at the first opportunity?”
To prove his point, Mark had scooped her up
off the floor and slammed her backside against the bright white wall behind
her. He obviously preferred the minimalist look, because not a single painting
adorned it, which was probably a good thing when your head was being slammed against
it. Not that she cared. Her body was buzzing with an intensity that had little
to do with the vibrating balls inside her. Just one look from the annoying man
in front of her and she was reduced to speaking gibberish. He had his flies
undone and his cock nudging for entrance at her pussy, which might explain her
inability to articulate words, but then again those smouldering brown eyes
could produce naked flames if one weren’t careful. When he thrust himself
inside her and smacked into the two balls, she nearly exploded on the spot.
There was no question that she was wet.
Dripping wet. These days she was always soaked. But having two heavy, vibrating
balls slammed into your cervix was an experience she was not going to forget in
a hurry. Finally she got a grip on her tongue. “So,” she said breathlessly,
feeling his mouth hovering above her nipple, “where are the Van Gogh’s?” Bathing in the hot air from his mouth, her
nipple pleaded for more, and finally he teased it with his tongue. Small licks
and flicks was all it was treated to, but it cried out for more, stretching and
straining its little self until it could grow no more.
“I already told you, you are the Van Gogh, and if you don’t shut up, I might decide to
hang you here permanently for my own personal use.”
His strokes were blunt but fierce. He
worked the balls inside her as deep as they would go, cupping her reddened ass
in his hands and tilting her towards him. Grinding against her clit, she was
once again mute, so his threat had been a pointless one. Her head was in
another place entirely and it was a happy place. Each thrust knocked the balls
about inside her and they played a decadently wonderful tune.
“Madam, I am at your cervix for the entire
evening,” Mark whispered, barely holding back a chuckle. Jenny didn’t care. She
was almost at the point where she was hoping his earlier threat might come
true. Being pinned against his wall for this kind of regular treatment wouldn’t
be a hardship. Au contraire. It would be a fucking amazing. Before that thought
had a chance to be examined, he pulled out of her.
Two heavy metal balls plummeted downwards
and she did her best to slow their descent by clenching her PC muscles as hard
as she could. Her face twisted as the effort of gripping them took hold.
“I’m not going to make this easy on you,
Pet. You’re going to have to work to keep those balls inside of you. Grabbing
her wrists, one at a time, he slammed them into the wall above her head. “Tell
me what you want,” he growled.
But she wasn’t going to give in that
easily. If he wanted to play nasty, then so could she, and the chocolate
episode was still fresh in her mind. “I want,” she breathed in sexily and
fluttered her eyelashes in great swoops that Cleopatra would have been proud
of, “the largest cup of coffee that you can find.”
He grinned evilly, and she knew instantly
that she’d made a mistake, but controlling the things that flowed out of her
mouth had never been one of her strong points, and even less so in the heat of
the moment. His cock slid between her legs and gently strokes the edges of her
labia. Moving back and forth he teased her gently and she groaned in arousal.
“There goes your ‘before-dinner-orgasm’ darling, and you’ll be lucky if I don’t
take you out to dinner stark naked and wearing even more chains than you are
already. Does that appeal?”
“No,” she mewled, swiftly curtailing
anything else that might have threatened to spill out of her mouth. She had
more important things to worry about. The heavy balls inside her were slipping.
If she’d have behaved herself, she would barely have had to work for her bolt
cutters, but now, without his help… things were getting difficult. Clamping
together her tiring muscles, the lines of strain became evident upon her face.
“So let’s try that again. Tell me what you
want.”
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So what's new in the latest instalment of Pony Tales?Imaginative Bondage - Jenny is about to find herself centre stage in Leyland Forbes palatial mansion as he works to entertain his guests in what will be the BDSM party of the century. She will find herself sprayed up in body paint and forming part of a moving exhibition - a carousel - before being dipped several feet underwater for experimental underwater games.
Marianna and the 'No Panties' rule - What happened to Marianna after we left her in Atlantisse? Well, she's about to feature as a human dessert plate for the entertainment of Mark Matthews and a few others, besides. Then, when she arrives back at the office, she will have to face her 'no panties' punishment - which involves her walking around the office with... yes, you've guessed it... her panties around her ankles.
Mark and Jenny - Finally some alone time for Mark and Jenny! Lots of shocking, naughty games ensue and she'll have a rather intimate experience with a shot glass. A safe word will be chosen and Mark will do all he can to make sure that it is uttered before the evening comes to a close.
Redcliff - This man wants to watch Mark squirm, and preferably at his feet. The tactics he will employ to make sure that will happen are going to make your eyes water!
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