Beast_(2) free porn video

This is a FigCaption - special HTML5 tag for Image (like short description, you can remove it)

-Angela Carter, "The Infernal Desire Machines of Doctor Hoffman."

***

It was agreed: Leona would stay with the Beast for 12 days, and then decide whether or not to marry him.

Rupin and Leona’s father brokered the deal during Rupin’s Christmas banquet, at his castle in the countryside. Rupin seemed quite taken with her father, asking him all sorts of questions about his trading with the Indies, and even inviting them to stay overnight after all the other guests had gone.

Only later did Leona learn it was not her father who so fascinated Rupin, but herself.

The agreement was only that she would stay with him and then hear his marriage proposal. She was under no obligation to say yes, or do anything else except keep him company for the holiday.

"Time enough for us to get to know one another," Rupin told her, kissing her hand like the perfect gentleman. That had been the second day of Christmas, after the banquet, and those were the first words he spoke directly to her.

From that moment on she hated him, and it was then she nicknamed him “Beast.”

Judging from the gifts he offered, he must be nearing the point of desperation for a wife. Leona wondered why he’d never married anyone else in all these years, but her father showed a remarkable lack of curiosity about it.

“You could do much worse for a husband,” he told her as he climbed into the carriage that morning. He’d fixed a single winter rose from Rupin’s garden in his buttonhole, still red and vibrant despite the snow on the ground. “And if you for some asinine reason decide to tell him no then there’s no harm done.”

Leona had no intention of accepting any proposals, of course. Rupin was charming, she admitted. He was also handsome, and scholarly, well-spoken, well-dressed and well-groomed, with a pleasant voice and a habit of always saying just the right thing.

His conversations were enlightening, and he made it clear that he prized her opinions. Plus he was fantastically rich, and from a prestigious family. There was even an air of mystique about him, with his unidentifiable dark complexion and accent, and the oddly superstitious way that the townsfolk (particularly the women) regarded him.

She, a merchant's daughter of no particular lineage and no particular beauty, who had lived in the region for only three months, could never have dreamed of attracting such a suitor normally.

Nevertheless, she hated him.

Generally they saw little of each other, which was a relief. He attended to "business" most of the day, though what that consisted of in the darkened rooms of the drafty old castle she had no idea. Only at dinner and the hours immediately after did she have to tolerate Rupin's presence.

Though she vowed never to say a word to him, he always somehow wheedled her into a conversation. He was witty and incisive and sometimes close to brilliant, which of course was incredibly annoying.

She was consistently rude and unpleasant in return, but he never seemed bothered. He was mild and amiable company at all times, never becoming angry no matter how hard she tried.

After dinner they would retire to the library. Rupin had an abominable fondness for fairy tales and he would usually read a selection to her. He seemed fluent in virtually every language known, and translated exotic volumes with ease. That evening, the fourth day of Christmas, he was in the midst of "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight," a particularly atrocious article, in Leona's eyes.

She waited until the part when the Green Knight challenged Gawain to a contest (even though Gawain knew the knight was immortal and could never be killed) and then spoke up.

“And did he accept?” she broke in. Rupin’s eyes flicked up from the book.

"Yes," he said.

Leona snorted. "Idiot. It would have been smarter of him not to show."

"But that would have been a mark against his honor."

Rupin sat in an overstuffed chair with his legs crossed, one slippered foot dangling. Leona, who could never bear sitting still in Rupin's presence, paced the room, occasionally stabbing the fire with a poker. There was a lion skin rug in front of the hearth that she took particular joy in trampling.

"I'll take a live man over an honorable corpse any day," she said. "At the end of the day it's the dishonorable man who walks away."

"Maybe," Rupin said. "But, if you'll hear the rest—"

"I will not," said Leona. "I've already taken what lesson from it I care to. Let my husband, whoever he may be, be a dishonorable man. I don't care if he lies and cheats and whores every night of the week if the alternative is him lying in a ditch with his head cut off because he daren't impugn his honor to stop it."

She thought she detected a rare mark of dismay on Rupin's face, and this pleased her.

"Now my lord, I'm afraid your story has given me a terrible headache. I must retire."

"Of course. Nothing is more important than your wellbeing.”

Rupin set the book aside. "But if at any point tonight you find your strength returning, do consider going for a walk with me in the garden?"

This was the offer he made every night after the conclusion of the evening's tale. The first time Leona was startled; they were in the midst of a never-ending snowstorm and Rupin meant to go out walking in it, in the middle of the night?

She hadn't the first idea what he intended if she ever agreed, but naturally she never had, so it remained a mystery. He kissed her hand again.

"Until tomorrow night. You remain, as always, the highlight of my day," he said. Then he left.

"Beast," Leona said to the closed door. Then she went to the windows. This spot afforded a good view of the garden where Rupin took his otherworldly constitutional.

Snow piled high outside. It had snowed every night since she came here. Frost tinted the petals of the roses in the garden. Yes, the roses blossomed even in the winter, and never wilted in the cold, and were fresh and red all the year around.

Rupin's roses were quite famous for that, though he claimed not to understand their special qualities, saying that they’d always grown here, long before he lived in the castle.

There were many strange things about the castle: For example, Rupin seemed to have no servants or staff, but the rooms were always clean and tidy, and food appeared for supper every night without fail.

Again, Rupin credited this to the castle's nature and claimed no understanding of how it all worked. Leona wasn’t sure if she believed him.

Now she watched him as he wandered back and forth through the maze of rose hedges, until eventually he disappeared from sight. She didn't bother snuffing the lamps in the library or dousing the fire when she left; it would take care of itself, like it always did. She went to bed.

Lying in bed that night, she declined to count sheep in favor of counting the ways she’d be revenged on her father when this confinement was over. Each little torment made her smile. With that smirk on her face she drifted off to sleep…

And woke hours later with a start. The room had become hotter than hell. She threw off the covers and ran to the window, throwing it open, heedless of the snow blowing in. She stripped off her night clothes and gasped as the icy air stung her naked, sweat-drenched body.

It should have helped, but it didn’t. The heat was not a principle of the room but of something inside of her. She pushed her knees together, feeling self-conscious despite there being no one around. Her hands crept down her body, gliding over the curve of her thighs and—

She saw something. Across the way, in a tower room she believed was Rupin's, a light shone on the balcony. Was something moving out there?

Yes: The balcony door was open, and a shape was silhouetted against it. It was not a human shape. She leaned out, unmindful of her nudity. Rupin's window (if it was Rupin's window) opened fully and the thing, whatever it was, climbed out.

It was some kind of animal, as big as a horse but as lithe and graceful as a cat. It paced the length of the balcony on all fours, its tail twitching, perhaps waiting for something. And then, in one bound, it leapt the balcony railing and was gone.

Leona was so shocked she ran out onto her own balcony and looked down. She expected to see the broken body of some animal lying there, but instead the creature appeared to have landed on its feet. Visible only in the dim light reflected off the snow, it took off as quick as you please, running for the garden and vanishing behind the rose hedges.

Leona waited for several minutes more, but it didn’t reappear. After a while, the light went off in Rupin's window.

She fastened the doors. Her feet ached from exposure to the snow. Somehow, a blaze had kindled in her fireplace. Wrapping herself in a robe, she sat and pondered the flames.

What had the half-glimpsed creature been? Did Rupin have some kind of exotic pet? Was he planning an absurd holiday surprise for her, the enormous feline part of some circus show?

No: One look had been enough for her to know that it was no tame animal. It had been sniffing the air as it paced. It was a hunter. It was out after something right now.

And what, she wondered, was its prey?

***

Christmas passed one aggravating day at a time. Rupin's treatment of her became even more lavish, the food at dinner even more decadent, and the gifts he gave all the more extravagant. Her dislike for him throbbed like an infection.

She felt she might have left the castle altogether in spite of their agreement (Rupin was so callow she doubted he would seek reprisal against her father even if she welched), but the few times she gave serious consideration to it the mystery of the giant animal made her disregard the idea.

Though she'd seen it only once more, again leaving via the balcony window across the way, she was certain that it stalked the grounds every night, and now that she knew what to look for she found signs of its coming and going every morning.

The resident creature was an object of intense curiosity for her. She wanted to know what it was, and the idea of leaving the castle without plumbing the mystery further was unacceptable.

Naturally her first idea was to ask Rupin, but something made her stop. The animal, whatever it was, must be some secret of his, and it seemed to Leona that she could antagonize him more by finding it out on her own.

Once, excusing herself for a morning walk, she ranged as far afield as she dared and discovered signs of the midnight hunting: blood frozen in the snow.

That the creature was dangerous she was certain. That its inexplicable but undeniable habitation in the castle put her in danger was certain as well. But she wasn't afraid.

In fact, she enjoyed the idea. And she enjoyed the sure knowledge that Rupin didn’t suspect she knew anything about it. Indeed, she once or twice became almost pleasant with him, which he seemed to take as encouragement, though in reality she was only enjoying a private sense of superiority about having ferreted out some part of whatever it was he wanted to keep from her.

On the eighth day, Leona found an appointment card in the tray by her door. They sometimes appeared there when Rupin was planning something special. She groaned; the Beast was calling.

The card asked her to meet him at six o'clock, an hour earlier than usual, in a room in the east wing. She had explored the castle extensively her first days here and knew the chamber in question to be only an empty study. Rupin must have done something with it. A waste of time in the making.

When the hour approached she made certain to arrive inconveniently early. She’d observed that this annoyed him more than being late, and so the extra few minutes in his presence were worth it.

She was about to knock when she corrected herself. No reason to start being polite now. So she simply barged in, but when she saw what was inside she stopped, wide-eyed, and then, careful not to make any noise, crept back out.

She flushed and looked at the blank face of the closed door. Had she really seen what she thought she’d seen? She bent down to peer through the keyhole.

The room, formerly empty, was now covered with oil paintings of singular and exquisite quality. And Rupin stood with one hand pressed to a table for support, and his other hand was…Leona squinted.

There could be no doubt about it: Rupin was masturbating, fondling his long prick right there in the middle of the room.

Even through the heavy door she could hear his grunting. He almost sounded as if he was in pain.

Why in the world was he doing this here and now? Did he do this every time he planned to meet with her? The thought simultaneously sickened and amused her.

She looked at his prick. She couldn’t help it. The engorged head appeared shiny in the lamplight. Surrounded as it was by the blue velvet lining of his breeches and the gold-fringed hem of his coat, it put her in mind of a naval officer standing at attention.

Still, there was something crassly appealing about the sight of him bent like a jackknife, face knit with effort. She saw how taut the sinews of his arms were as he held himself up and how firmly he planted his slippers on the carpet. She even wondered if she was dreaming.

Leona realized that she had long regarded Rupin as if he were some sort of eunuch, and maybe even thought it was really so. The concept of Rupin and sex normally seemed as far apart as any two things could be.

It wasn't that he wasn't attractive, but more that he was the sort of man who would be afraid to make love to you for fear that it might somehow offend you.

Now Leona wondered, what kind of man was Rupin in bed? And how often does he take someone there? He employed no maids or kitchen girls to have his way with. But he had courted nearly every woman in the township, according to local gossips.

Was that the reason he never married? Was he a secret Casanova, smuggling his would-be betrotheds off for long nights of furtive but passionate fucking in quiet corners of the castle and then growing bored of them?

Or was this lonely, earnest masturbation his only outlet?

She wondered what would happen if she opened the door right now. Assuming Rupin didn't die of shame on the spot, how would he react? What if she were to go take his cock in her hands? What if she got on her knees and licked him up and down it, savoring the taste before popping him into her mouth?

She assumed he would be utterly ashamed and melt into self-loathing, which was a pleasing thought. Then again, maybe he’d surprise her even more by throwing her down and having his way with her right there on the floor.

That made her queasy, but might be just uncharacteristic enough to be worth it…

But she stayed where she was. She wanted to see him finish. Minutes passed though, and it became apparent that if she didn’t interrupt then he would just keep going on and on. So, straightening herself and hoping she was rid of her telltale blush, she knocked as firmly as she could.

She imagined Rupin jumping up and trying to cover himself in a panicked rush. She knocked a second time, then entered. He looked for all the world like his normal self when she came in. When he kissed her hand she noticed he was not wearing gloves, meaning that the bare hand that a second ago had been fondling his penis was now caressing her fingers…

"My dear lady," he said. “How are you?”

“I'm exquisite, thank you so much for asking," she said, and she gave him her most dazzling smile.

Rupin let only a half second's surprise show before regaining his usual demeanor. "Lovely," he said. "I'm so glad you've joined me. I wanted to show you the new acquisitions.

The old, empty gallery was no longer empty. Framed oil paintings hung on the walls, a series of artful nudes. Leona had little patience for art, but she feigned interest and made a point of standing very close to Rupin as he played tour guide for her.

Each selection was even more explicitly erotic than the last, but Rupin never commented on this. Instead he lectured quite tiresomely about the technique of each. She watched him to see if his face would give away any hint of an ulterior motive, but he never flinched.

Her curiosity aroused even more, she stopped him in the middle and said, "Do you mind if we retire to the study? I’m suddenly in the mood to hear your reading voice."

"Of course," Rupin said. If he was surprised again he was better at hiding it. “Your pleasure is always the most important thing.”

Leona put her arm through his as he escorted her down the hall, leaning into him just a little. She neglected the chairs in the study and instead reclined on a couch, crossing her legs in such a way as to ensure that a few inches of her pleasing, round calves were visible. "Do you mind if I request something?"

"Whatever you like."

She indicated a volume on a nearby shelf: The 1001 Nights. Rupin handled the book with the air of a dutiful retriever. Leona searched her memory for the perfect selection, finally requesting "Julnar the Mermaid and Her Son, Badar Basim."

Though not so well-read as Rupin, she knew the material. She waited for the moment she knew was coming, when the sultan goes to spend the first night with his new virgin concubine (actually an enchanted mermaid, although he doesn’t know it yet), then interrupted.

"That's not how the story goes,” Leona said.

Rupin looked up. "Pardon?"

“You skipped a part. Let me see it." She snatched the book right out of his hands. The language on the pages was just gibberish to her, but she pretended to read it:

"The king discovered that the girl was a pure virgin, and he marveled that she should have remained unspoiled in the hands of the slavers for so long. She still did not speak to him, but neither did she object when he laid her on the bed and disrobed her with trembling hands.

“Her moon-white skin sent a hot flush all through his body as he examined her well-shaped legs, curved hips, flat stomach and round, generous breasts. She was like a perfect sculpture all in white marble, and yet her flesh was warm and alive.”

She looked up. “See? You left this part out. What a slipshod scholar you must be.” She “read” on:

"He tested the inviting, pliant smoothness of her maidenhead, expecting her to wince or cry out but instead finding that she was receptive. She watched him with her dark eyes and spoke not a word. What a wondrous creature, thought the king as he disrobed and prepared to rend the girl's maidenhead and claim her for his own. He nearly ripped his garments as he stripped down. She watched him with detached curiosity."

"I don't think I recall this part of the story ever being quite so…vivid,” Rupin said. Leona ignored him.

“His mouth covered hers. His fingers explored her body. Her skin was like the petals of a soft, delicate rose. He thought, for a moment, What a shame it would be to pick the beautiful blossom…but of course, he could not help himself. He was made for such things, and she, he was convinced, was made for him. There was no decision to be made, only nature to be obeyed.

“So he covered her with kisses and prepared, in body, mind, and soul, to claim her. He felt a heady rush, as if he drank too much wine at once. She was intoxicating all on her own. He felt the aching burden of his want to indulge fully in the sweet pleasures promised by her body and by the furtive, secretive glances of her dark, silent eyes.”

She looked up at Rupin again. He hunched in his chair, like a small child being scolded.

“Her legs parted. She accepted him in. He wished only that she would look him in the eyes and speak his name, but she stayed mute. Perhaps she cannot speak at all, he thought, instantly heartbroken at the idea that he would never hear this beautiful bird sing. Or perhaps, he thought, she will sing when I give her a proper reason. Yes, perhaps then she will sing as long and loud as a nightingale.”

Rupin cleared his throat. Leona leaned back, lifting the book so that he would have a view of her breasts straining against the neckline of her dress. She parted her legs the tiniest bit.

"Her hot, soft flesh was completely pliant underneath him. He mastered her completely. They spent the entire night on the divan bed, the king lost in hot ecstasy, the slave girl as mysterious and aloof as ever. Her breasts shook and swayed with the motion of their lovemaking, a hypnotic rhythm that held the king's eyes.

“She was sweet cream from the pitcher. She was the gentlest of waves on the beach. She was the most delicate, inner petals of the flower. Sugar on his tongue.

“The motion of them turned hard and insistent, even violent. The king was afraid he may hurt the girl, but no, she was more than able to accept the most fervent of his attentions. Perhaps she was even matching them, as if he had awakened something in her, or she was coming into the discovery of it now, a door that, once unlocked, could never be closed again.

“What kind of satisfaction was this that only birthed a new and more fervent desire? Where was the final the relief from this hot hunger? Where was the line between them? Had they always been two separate halves waiting for this moment when they would finally and eternally become one?

“This was the fevered thought the king had as soon as the aching, shuddering, crashing, all-consuming force of his—"

“I have to go," Rupin said, standing up like a shot, teetering on his feet for a moment as if he might fall and then all but running from the room.

Leona watched him go and then laughed.

She thought about following him…but no, she decided, let him go, off to his bedchamber or to his gallery or wherever. She hugged the book to herself.

Maybe Rupin would be so embarrassed now that he'd send her away early. That would be the most gratifying victory of all, to know that she'd deprived him of the extra time in which he might have hoped—

There was movement down below, in the garden. Was it—? Yes, it was Rupin. From the window, she saw that he'd gone out for an evening walk in the snow, just like usual. Leona sagged a little. Was that all? Had she not antagonized him enough to warrant even a minor interruption in his routine?

She went to her room, taking the fur-lined boots from the closet (a gift from Rupin; everything in the closet was a gift from Rupin, but thus far she'd elected only to wear her own garments, sent from home) and the fur-lined coat as well, wrapping herself tightly and then barging out into the elements.

The snowfall was gentle but thick, and it obscured her view. She took a single covered lamp, and Rupin's tracks were still fresh enough that she could follow him. What she would say when she found him she didn’t know. She only knew that she was angry, and her anger demanded confrontation.

Her pride was much-abused by this entire affair, and she'd held her tongue until now, but there were limits. If her father had ordered her to marry Rupin she could have lived with that, much as she hated him. She could have played the martyr to her satisfaction then; lots of women had.

But this ritual of lending her out, like a good draft horse, borrowed for the season? That was simply barbaric. And the suggestion that she would ever, ever consent to marry Rupin of her own free will? That was the ultimate insult.

She might be forced into such a thing, for lack of the power to prevent it. But she would never choose it. That he thought such a thing was possible was the most beastly thing about him. His presumption was why she hated him. And the reason why he had to pay.

She worked herself into such a fury that she almost didn’t see it right in front of her: a splash of blood, frozen in the snow. A little at first, and then more, and when she turned the corner around the hedge of a rosebush (unnatural winter blossoms shifting in the win) it was as if the ground itself bled.

Here was the body of the fawn, its neck bent and legs tangled together. It must have been lost and crept in to nibble the foliage on the bushes. And then…

Leona heard the crunch of heavy footsteps on the snow. Her light flickered with the shaking of her hand. Don't turn around, she thought. If you never see it, maybe it won’t really be there.

But of course, she wanted to see it. Even if it meant dying.

Later, she’d comfort herself that at least she didn’t scream when she turned. It helped, perhaps, that she saw it for only a second. Any more of those agate green eyes, those powerful paws, that lean, muscular body, and the lustrous texture of its fur smeared with blood would have been too much.

It was a leopard, she saw, but many times larger than any other of its kind. The king of cats. The shifting wind brought the scent of its carnivore feasting to her nostrils. The animal stared through her. Though it had just eaten, its hunger would never be satisfied. It could gorge on her unspoiled flesh and be hungry again before the meal hit its belly. This was the story its eyes told her.

And then she dropped the lantern.

It shattered, and darkness took her. She held her breath and waited for the killing moment. At least it wouldn’t take long. A virile hunter can kill in one swipe of its paw. She imagined her body sprawled out next to the fawn, their blood comingling, her skin as white as the snow beneath her. She waited with arms spread…

But it didn’t happen. She stood there in the storm, holding her breath, but inexplicably she kept on living. The great cat, it seemed had gone, and she was alone again.

***

Twelfth Night. The final day of Christmas. Tomorrow Rupin would hold the Feast of the Epiphany and again invite the entire village into his home, including her father, and it was then he meant to formally ask for her hand.

He was in the midst of reading her some horrid Russian fairy tale, but Leona wasn’t paying attention. She was busy trying to burn a hole through him using just her eyes. Yes, he'll make a big show of it, she thought. The great Rupin, deigning to marry a mere merchant's daughter. How gracious, the people will say, how gallant!

And she is a lovely girl, they will whisper (lovely, but not beautiful). Yes, that much they'll grant her, though their voices will have an edge of pity, as if to say it was a shame that such a lovely girl with such a noble husband could never be a true noblewoman in her own right. How perfectly tragic…

"Beast!" she muttered.

Rupin glanced up from the book.

"Yes, I was calling you a beast," Leona said, louder. She went to the fireplace, jabbing at the burning logs. The light from the embers reflected in the glass eyes of the lion skin rug, gilding its bared fangs. "Do you find me charming, Beast?" Leona said.

"As sunshine on a winter morning," he said, absently. "I seem to have lost my place. I think it was—"

She threw the book across the room. He crossed his arms.

"Forget that," she said. "I asked if you find me charming."

"I already answered you."

"I didn't like that answer. Give me another one."

"Which answer would you prefer?”

She switched tracks. "You mean to ask me to marry you tomorrow. Do you think I’ll say yes?"

The storm was particularly violent tonight, and the wind howled against the windows. At times Leona thought the old castle might shake to pieces over their heads.

Things had been different since the night of the gallery. Her victory over him was short-lived. From that point on he'd seemed increasingly sure of himself, and all of her efforts to fluster him wilted.

And the great animal was no longer about the grounds, it seemed. She hadn’t seen nor heard a trace of it since that night. Its absence made her edgy. She was sure Rupin was responsible.

“You know you’re not a real man, don’t you?” she said, still holding the fire poker.

"What am I then? A beast?"

"Not even that! A beast has mettle. A beast feels. You're more like a painting. A figure without substance. Have you ever fucked a woman? I bet not. I think you'd break. Like a doll."

Still he didn’t react. She sneered and pulled up the hem of her dress, revealing the long, sensuous curves of her well-turned legs. She pulled them up a long way.

"I’ve slept with men before. If you’re going to propose you should know that. Let me tell you about the last one: He was a young trapper. He came to sell pelts to my father. I snuck out to the stables with him after midnight. It was dirty in there. Do you want to hear how he did it to me?"

She thrust her hand into his lap, and now finally he moved. He bolted to his feet, in fact, and the look on his face stopped her dead in her tracks, but only for a moment.

"You shouldn't talk like this," he said. He ran his hands through his hair, a distressed gesture she'd seen him use only once before. He left, and she knew without even going to look that he was going to the garden.

She sat with her back to the window, refusing to watch him. Tomorrow it would all be over. But no matter what happened it couldn’t erase the embarrassment of it all. She wanted to wound Rupin's dignity as badly as he had hers. She wanted him never to recover.

She had a vision of herself hanging from an elegant noose twisted out of the lace curtains in her room. Yes, that would be a scene he'd never forget, wouldn't it? Not that she really wanted to die, of course. She just wanted a gesture grand enough to convey the proper, stinging rebuke. It would be just as good to—

The sound made every hair on her body turn upright: the call of the great cat, as loud and as bloodthirsty as ever. Coming from…just the other side of the library door!

Leona held her breath, and her heart froze. She heard the click of its claws dragging across the tiles just outside. The whiteness of a blizzard outside blotted out all of the windows. Leona approached the doors, touching the cool brass of the knobs and turning them.

It was there. Its eyes made her knees weak. They were so close that she could have counted the spots on its hide.

She backed away as it came in, the whiskers around its muzzle twitching as its lips pulled back around the warning growl. She backed up until her spine was against the fireplace stones, and when there was nowhere else to go she slid to her knees. Is this really happening, she thought? Please, whatever happens, don’t let this be a dream…

The animal shouldered past the tables and chairs, knocking everything out of its way. Soon she was on her back on the lion skin rug and it was standing over her, peering down. She felt the tips of its fur, soft and coarse at the same time. Its breath (and the scent of blood) choked her. She gasped as its rough tongue licked her cheek.

This is it, she thought. This time she would really die. She was afraid, but still pleased. They’d find her here, sprawled out on the floor of the library like the body of the fawn in the snow. It seemed as beautiful an image as any in Rupin’s art gallery. A shame she hadn’t thought to take off her clothes. It would have made a picturesque nude scene….

Without thinking, she raised her head and gave her killer a kiss. It was a small gesture, pressing her lips to its muzzle for less than a second, but it engendered a tremendous reaction.

The animal backed away, as if her kiss had been a spark from the fire. Leona sat up, afraid at first that it was about to run. But something else entirely happened: it changed.

The great leopard grew smaller, and as it diminished its hide rippled and its limbs changed shape, and the spots became a constellation of freckles against tanned skin. The proud, defiant cast of its face gave away to all-too familiar features. Only the eyes stayed the same: hard and staring and deep.

Eventually the cat was gone, and in its place was a dazed, huddled, naked man, his body still racked with the pain of the transformation, sweating and panting as if he’d just finished a fight or a race or a nightmare, or something in between all three. Leona blinked several times, expecting him to disappear, but he remained.

Of course, it was Rupin.

***

Another log on the fire. His face glowed in the flames. She sat at his feet like a dutiful daughter, listening.

"It was seven years ago," he said. "I was young. Thoughtless. I spurned lovers without a care. One of them decided to teach me a lesson."

He shifted in his seat. “

A curse, naturally: that I would take the form of a beast every night, and that the curse wouldn't be lifted until a woman agreed to be my bride." He traced the roses in the chair's upholstery with one finger. "Of course, no one would marry me when they found out."

"But why?" said Leona. "If marriage would end the curse then what did it matter?"

"The taint of the devil was all over the thing. You don't know what these superstitious country folk are like. I'm lucky they didn’t burn me at the stake. Besides, who would savor the idea kissing a mouth that’s tasted fawn's blood?"

He laughed. Leona, unconsciously, licked her lips.

"You can see, of course, why I asked for you. You and your father are outsiders, so you don't have the same…prejudices, as these people. I thought you might…" He groped for words. "Well, it was a foolish notion. I'm sorry to have brought you into this.”

Leona rubbed his bare arms. "Oh, Rupin," she said. "I'm…" The lump in her throat was pride. She swallowed it. "I'm sorry. How you must have suffered…"

He looked away. "Not suffering. Just shame. I might have killed myself, but would the curse even end then? Or would I be a beast in my tomb, forever? It was unbearable…"

"Please accept my apology anyway."

"Why are you apologizing now? What difference does all this make?"

"If I had known you were a man with such a capacity for…well, anything at all, I would never have treated you this way. But it's all right, darling. Don't think about it.”

She combed her fingers through his hair (thinking about the shaggy, clean, beautiful fur of the Beast as she did), and leaned in, her lips finding his. She kissed, and kissed, and kissed, and as she did she drew him up out of the chair and down onto the lion skin with her.

The animal pelt felt so good against her naked back. Rupin was on top of her. Together they fumbled with her clothes. When she closed her eyes she saw the stern, calculating face of the Beast in her mind. It was coming up on midnight and the heat was creeping down into her body. She flexed against him, again, enjoying the sensation of the fur rug on her bare back. So comforting, that feeling. And so alluring…

Rupin's mouth on her mouth; Rupin's hands on her breasts; Rupin's thighs pressed against hers. These things were solid, tangible, real. But hat the same time, in some corner of her mind where thoughts and memories became equally as real, she relived the memory of touching the Beast.

Its body had been intensely hot. The Beast was made of heat. She let her hands crawl down Rupin's bare back and pushed her mouth up against his harder. A log cracked on the fire and a single orange ember spat out, landing just next to her face. She ignored it.

She remembered the delicious thrill of the Beast pinning her on this spot, and the feeling of its rough tongue on her skin. She imagined running her hands across its flanks, feeling the rise and fall of its ribcage and the hot breaths steaming from its muzzle. She imagined splaying her hands across its hide and tracing invisible lines between its spots…

"Not like this," she said out loud. She turned so that she was up on all fours, her rear arched into the air, inviting. "Take me like this," she said. "This is how I like it."

His cupped her behind, squeezing. She had never noticed before, but Rupin's hands felt rough. Not like the hands of a pampered lord at all, really. She braced herself for what came next. Was he hesitating? Or savoring the moment?

The Beast would have done it right away. The Beast would be hard and immediate, like with the fawns. Even Rupin didn’t keep her waiting all that long; his calloused fingers held her in place while the tip of him searched for entrance and then, finding it, slid into the wet ache at the center of her. She purred.

Her body flexed back and forth in front of him. Yes, this felt right. Even better when he fully mounted her, lying across her back, his hands braced on the floor, his arms running over hers, so that their bodies were locked in the same position, neither able to move without pushing against the other and driving him further and harder into her.

She pictured the Beast mounting on her this way, almost crushing her underneath it. The muscles of its inhuman frame would be as strong as steel. It was a beautiful machine, and she was caught up in it. The throbbing, insistent push of its cock deep inside her would be hard, too. Her nails raked the floor and a chorus of growls, shrieks, and squeals slipped out of her.

She was going to scream, but even as she opened her mouth the Beast's jaws clamped down on the nape of her neck. She froze; it held her like that, helpless and trapped in place while it continued having its way with her. One bite and she would die. Its claws splayed out on the floor next to her hands (so small in comparison). Could her body contain everything the Beast was putting into it? Or would she break into pieces?

Her knees were sore and her arms were close to giving out, but if she let herself fall her own weight and momentum would snap her neck in the Beast's jaws, so she had to remain upright.

She pushed herself up with all her might, but it was harder and harder with all of the power of the Beast pushing, pushing, pushing her down, the muscles of its flanks flexing. It couldn’t go fast enough, she realized. Even its strength was inadequate next to its want. There was still hot blood on its breath. She loved the smell.

Her fingers clawed at the furry hide of the rug. "Oh God!" Leona cried, a strangled sound. The Beast growled under its breath, and then it was spurting and filling her up. It was a surprisingly potent sensation. It released its grip at the same time and she fell, panting in a heap. Her hips and rear stayed arched in the air so that it could continue pumping her again and again. She purred at the hot, satisfying feeling and buried her face in the floor. The fire burned low.

They stretched out on the rug, twined in each other's arms. Of course, it had been Rupin making love to her, not the Beast. But she liked to imagine it had been the other way. Maybe, on some level, it really had.

But now a curious anxiety hung around her. The impression of a task left half-finished lingered but refused to take definite shape. Rupin also seemed to have more on his mind.

"Perhaps this next matter should wait until your father is here…" he said.

She nestled closer to him. "Midnight has come and gone. It's the morning of Epiphany. You can ask me."

"Can I? Very well. Leona: Will you be my wife?"

In answer, she grabbed his hand and kissed it. It seemed good enough. They held onto each other a while yet. Then, almost hesitant, Leona asked, "Do you feel…different?"

"I'm not sure."

"How can we tell if the curse is lifted?"

"I don't know. I don’t have any experience with curse breaking.” He shifted a little, sitting up. "Now that you mention it, I do feel a bit odd."

"Odd how?"

"It's like…a straining. Like a lock that's just had the key put into it. I feel—"

"Your hands!"

They had become bigger, and his fingers were thick and padded. When he flexed them, they both saw the claws.

And now spots traveled up his arms and over his body. He tried to talk but his mouth was no longer shaped as it should be. Leona backed away, confused. She shook her head. “I don’t understand. Shouldn’t the curse end when I agree to marry you?”

"Yes!" Rupin said, with some difficulty. He dropped to all fours, an upright stance rapidly becoming impossible. "Or I thought…Leona, you DID want me to be a man, didn’t you?”

Leona thought for a moment. Then she laughed. She didn't mean to, and she regretted it right away, but she laughed all the same. "Oh Rupin," she said. "I'm sorry. No, that's a lie: I'm not sorry. I'm just sorry for you. I'm afraid that's all I can do."

If Rupin had an answer it was lost forever. He shook out his fur and flexed his long, powerful legs and tail. Tears welled up in his great green eyes. Leona, still naked, threw her arms around his neck and hung there, kissing them away.

"Oh, my Beast," she said, stroking him. "How beautiful you are."

***

It was the morning of Epiphany. Smothered in furs, Leona walked the garden path with the Beast at her side. The castle doors locked behind them, never to open again.

The roses on the hedges drooped, already starting to wither in the cold. She hung a garland of them around the Beast's neck. Their fragile petals scattered across the snow.

They went over the frozen river and down into the valley, away from prying eyes. And that was where they would stay.

-->

Same as Beast_(2) Videos

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

Beastly

My husband does have to be a human being most of the time. His job is the one that pays most of the bills. He’s a contract mediator, but if you ask him he’ll sigh and say that he’s a ketchup popsicle salesman. Degrees in psychology, philosophy and business. He doesn’t talk a lot, but if you spend half an hour talking to him? At the end of it, he’ll give you two sentences that make everything he wants sound reasonable.He likes people. He likes to listen to them. But he does seem a little lost at...

BDSM
1 year ago
  • 0
  • 29
  • 0

HentaiBeast

Reddit HentaiBeast, aka r/HentaiBeast! Hey guys, it’s The Porn Dude back at it again with another review of a NSFW Reddit sub, and this one is a bit more taboo than the shit you’re used to from me. Listen, I’m going to be straight with you from the get-go here. If you like the shit I’m about to show you; I really don’t want to be seen in the same room as you. It’s basically bestiality and I’m pretty sure that shit is illegal in many countries. Well, on /r/HentaiBeast, we have a bunch of...

Reddit NSFW List
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 32
  • 0

Beasts

Vampires are not fertile. Vampire female cannot bear a child and similarly, vampire male cannot conceive a child. Dead flesh is not able to produce life. But that doesn't mean that they cannot indulge themselves in pleasures of the body. What I have in mind is not mating between vampire noble and human girl, so very popular. Typically, vampires do not mate with humans for other purposes than for gaining power in human society. They do not derive pleasure from this, they derive pleasure from...

Supernatural
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 27
  • 0

The Making Of A Gigolo 12 Janet GriswoldChapter 6

By March, the twins had been out on enough dates to suggest that they were thoroughly interested in boys now. The problem was that they always went out together on these dates. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem. Most parents (or older brothers) would actually prefer that a young, inexperienced girl be with her sister on a date. What could be better, in terms of being chaperoned? What made it a problem was that neither Bobby nor Mirriam understood the intricacies of the twin relationship,...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

NeighborsChapter 8

Ben and Julie continued to be secret lovers, while they pretended to be lovers with their neighbors. Ben and Abel decided to stay in town and go to community college while the girls finished high school. Once Julie and Yvette were ready to go to college, the foursome got an apartment and lived together. They fucked and experimented more with each other as the college years went by. It wasn't until after college, when Ben and Abel decided that they needed to settle down. It would be a hard...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 50
  • 0

Eager to Learn ch1

I’m sitting in class, and I can’t seem to pay the least bit of attention to the what the professor is saying. It’s incredibly boring and I think the professor is very good looking… I start thinking about him, and my hand slides down to the outside of my skirt. I’m getting so horny, and I glance around to see if anyone around me is looking. They aren’t. So I pull up my short skirt and start rubbing my clit feverishly with my fingers. I don’t notice when class ends, and then there’s just me and...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

DavidChapter 4

Posted: April 24, 2007 - 10:14:10 pm David awoke from a strange dream he could not remember to a stormy night. Lightning flashed in the night sky lighting up his room. Next to his window stood a dark lady that David immediately recognized from the past memories of his ancestors buried in his Harreden DNA: Te'henna the Harreden version of the devil. She was the enemy of Pree'mus the Creator and was everything he was not; his opposite. The Harreden worshipped her for the power she bestowed...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

A Fun Filled Trip To Bangalore

This happened when I was in Bangalore on a business trip along with my friend Sunny. One evening on a weekend my friend and Sunny and I decided to go and freak out. So we went pub hopping. After visiting a few, we came back to our hotel and hit the bar. It was crowded, with not a single table free, so we went and settled at the bar on the bar stools. We sat there sipping our drinks, looking at the crowd hoping to find someone. We noticed a good looking woman sitting alone. Soon the glancing...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 367
  • 0

Extreme Prejudice

Jizzy swallowed his thirty-fourth load of cum. The prick inhis mouthpulsed and spewed forth a spray of slime which ran over hiscum coatedtongue and throat down into the lake of cocksnot forming inhis stomach. Theguy he was sucking was just a kid, probably nineteen likeJizzy himself. Hepulled out and the dick which had not yet finishedshooting, sprayed theyoung African American cocksucker's face. Globs of cum hung from Jizzy'sthick lips, swollen even more by the hours and hours of...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

A Camping Affair

As we watched the embers of the fire die, Shannon and I grew quiet. Neither of us knew how to broach the subject of what we agreed would happen this weekend. The other adults had already gone to their tents for the night. This was the first time Shannon and I had were all alone since we became more than casual acquaintances. Well well alone if you didn’t count the 12 other adults and the 35 scouts we were camping with at the local scout camp for the weekend. 8========D< Shannon and I...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 28
  • 0

Deal I get to Fuck You Both

I was in a bar with Tina, this gorgeous, sleek, nineteen year old fox I had been seeing and screwing for the last six months, and an old buddy of mine, Bobby. Bobby had moved back into town after being away for a year and we were catching up on things. And of all the new things that intrigued Bobby, it seemed that this cute college sophomore I was dating topped the list, if the kind of attention Bobby was paying to Tina was any indication. I sure didn't mind. That's the way Bobby and I always...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

Monika Ke Kuwari Chut

By : Yadavankit2011 Dear All main Ankit ek baar phir hajir hoon apna ek aur sex ex. Laker. First of all I want to thanks to all frns jinhone muje mail kiya nd fb and orkut per frn request send karke mujse dosti ke. Tyme na waste karte hue main apni story per aata hoon baat aaj se kareeb 3 yr poorani hai. Mere mamaji ke sister ke nai nai shaadi hui thi. Tho summner vacation main maine apni didi ke sasuraal ghoomne gaya. Wahan per unki kaafi badi family thi ek jiju ke bade bhai the unki sabse...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 40
  • 0

Medieval Marriage

The following story is COPYRIGHTED. The author, kaja_m, reserves all rightsto this work. It may be freely distributed online, posted and archived electronically,only in its entirety, including all header material. It may not be changedor altered without the author's permission. It may not be sold in whole orin any part, or as part of an electronic document, printed material, voicerecording or any other manner without proper copyright clearances being obtainedfrom the author. MEDIEVAL MARRIAGE...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 36
  • 0

Burn The Witch

In the middle of the forest, there was a wood cabin, circled with willow trees and lit by the reflection of the moon, with a crooked oak door and a twisted chimney; it was the witch’s cabin, and Dave knew the place very well. He had grown to like the location over the years: for instance, he enjoyed the colorful variety of flowers and plants around the wooden house, or the slanted roof that always looked like it was about to slide off, or even the constant mist coming from the swamps behind the...

Love Stories
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 22
  • 0

My Brothers Wedding a short Great Shift story

Part i Thomas Carter walked down the isle of the church, with Maria Garcia Miranda Estrada, everyone called her Maria Estrata though. Thomas was my brother, he was 16 years older than me. I am Alex Carter, I'm a bit on the short side for 13 years old, but it never bothered me. I have short red hair. I was a classic 'nerd', large thick glasses, and acne that could stop a train. Thomas was wearing a tuxedo, and he was the captain of the regional rugby team and kept in very good...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

Crosswinds 2 Dark CurrentsChapter 3

It took Diana a moment to pull all the excess hair from her face as she sat up in bed. She said nothing but glared at Ellen through pale green eyes. “You’re going back to the general population tomorrow.” Ellen continued. “I just wanted to make sure there wasn’t any reason to keep you here any longer.” She added and smile and wink. But Diana just sat there, her bitter stare with folded arms strengthed her resolve. Still, Ellen attempted to penetrate the girl’s defenses. “Maybe I can give you...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

When it turned Chapters 1 and 2

1. She knew something was up when she went through the garage.   There were lights on that shouldn’t have been.   Coffee cups on the table.   Two of them!   There was music coming from the back of the house.   Her first instinct was to run out and call the police.   But her curiosity got the better of her and tipped toed into the back of her house.   Halfway down the hall, she heard grunts and squeaks of pleasure, groans.   She reacted on two levels.   While her reality state told her that she...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

ComrieChapter 30

In the hangar on Dóchas, several choir members, Shannon, Natalia and Bev, were waiting as the door to the Alpha2 opened. Marge, Evelyn, Fred and Chad emerged from the shuttle and Evelyn introduced their visitors to the choir members. Steve and Carl, the TV cameraman, managed to get some photos of their arrival. Greetings each other had just ended when the chime sounded, signifying the start of lunch. "Ladies and gentlemen," said the choir members, in harmony, "the chime signified the...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

My Sister The Alcoholic

My Sister The Alcoholic My sister wouldn’t admit it but she was an alcoholic. I should know because both of our parents were alcoholics too. They drank themselves into a stupor every night. That’s what made it so easy for my sister to get drunk, booze was everywhere. My parents would let us kids run out of food before they would run out of booze and cigarettes. It was disgusting. When I told my sister that she was an alcoholic she called me a fucking liar. So I challenged her to go...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 31
  • 0

Jessie The Tornado Ch 03

Again, I suggest reading the first two chapters before beginning this one. Also, I want to emphasize that if you are expecting a story with non-stop sex, then you will be disappointed. Jessie & the Tornado, Ch. 3 In March, I began doing some work on the outside. There were three very large flower beds in the front yard that had become completely overgrown and filled with weeds, and one warm day in mid-March I put on a pair of gloves and started pulling all the weeds out. I was wearing an old...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 34
  • 0

Rachel and Stephanie part 6 The Phone Call

The Phone CallWhen we came into the house from the patio we had both started to shiver a little, it was a warm evening but eventually the rain had started to chill us both. It was almost 10.30 now and Stephanie should have been in bed half an hour ago.I still intended to get her into her bed soon but after our fun and games outside I had no intention of leaving her alone there to sleep. First however we both needed to warm up and then dry off.Stephanie took me by the hand and pulled me through...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 27
  • 0

Replacement Daughter

Replacement Daughter Chapter 1 - Meeting Hailey My name is or was Dylan Anderson. I was fifteen when I was taken by biracial White-Asian couple as a replacement for their daughter. I was, for the most part, just your average white guy in a suburban Philadelphia neighborhood. I had two parents and twin younger siblings who were thirteen, Talia and Taylor. I did get into trouble more than regularly. I drank alcohol, did some drugs on occasion, and shoplifted sometime; just for the...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 31
  • 0

Sex with my Jaya aunty

Hello friends, I am back again with my experience, first of all I would like to thanks to ISS and it s readers who had read my story & replied me, I am really very thankful to you all that you had encouraged me to write this story again. Dear friends, my name is BOBBY, 24 years old from Hyderabad and I am doing BHM, which is a highly professional course with Rs.70,000/-, per year and for that reason I made SEX as my part time job where I have 3 regular customers. And dear girls and aunties, sex...

Incest
5 years ago
  • 0
  • 33
  • 0

Stacey in Trouble

Please feel free to comment on my stories. All comments both positive and negative are welcome or feel free to email me with your comments or ideas for stories on [email protected]. Stacey – In Trouble My wife was away for the weekend and I had just returned to my house after having returned from a Sunday drink at my local pub. It had been some weeks since I had seen Stacey in her bathroom although I did still wank over her images in my head. And with the wife now being...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 32
  • 0

My Little Star

I was in Moscow meeting a business contact for a possible sale of a little mechanism we made that he wanted to use for a kitchen appliance. These things were reliable and would last forever. It wasn’t one of our big selling or normal line items, but it would be lucrative if I could sell this guy ten thousand or so of them. We did mostly government stuff, but one of my engineers came up with this thing to fix his wife’s stand mixer and patented it. He’s making a fortune off of them, but...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

The Breakup Part 3

The Breakup Part 3 - Just a Kiss As they drove, Jamie started to feel a bit worried, that second coat of lipstick was making his lips tingle a bit or was it just the nerves of having to pay his driver with a kiss. He had heard stories. Of women having to pay the fare with their bodies. Though it was terrible it still turned him on a bit but right now, with him in the role of the woman, he was hoping that they were just stories and more importantly he wished that Trev had never heard...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

White Farmers in The South Africa II Teacher

Actually she is not his first white woman whom he entered her body but it's his the first big prey. Before the family moved to the rural area, his son's teacher invited him to the classroom after the classes to talk about his son's terrorizing manners. She was also a white teacher. She had a lot of events of his son to tell to him and complain about the boy. She was telling about speaking loud during the lesson, beating the other boys, harassing the girls and finally harassing herself. He asked...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

Mixing Pleasures

It had been atleast a year since my sister in law and I had seen each other. She stayed in Portland and I made my move out to Washington for a job promotion. There was never anything serious that I can attribute to what was to come other then the time I put some sun tan lotion on her body one summer and immediatly headed for the privacy of my own room to jerk off over it. She is a beautiful woman who is very forward about her sexuallity. I learned a few things. A) She got her first fuck...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 29
  • 0

Smoke gets in his eyes

He sat at the edge of the bed, naked and full of anticipation. She was topless, her full breasts swinging as she moved. She was beautiful, with short, dark hair done in a pixie cut. She bent down to take his penis in her hands, but he stopped her. "You know what I like", he said, pointing at the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. The woman took a cigarette from the pack and put it in her mouth. Her mouth was painted in deep red lipstick, which stained the end of the cigarette as soon as it...

Fetish
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

Working Wife Trapped And Humiliated

Hello, everybody, I am Yogita, I am back with another real life experience not mine but one of my friend. She is a good friend of mine as she doesn’t want to reveal her real identity she asked me to share her experience. Now here onwards please read the story in her own words. Let me introduced first I am Amruta 32 years working wife with loving husband and blessed with a baby boy. I have maintained myself well with a fig of 36-28-35 and glowing fair skin, many people try to hit on me but till...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

Ms Clark after Vegas

The morning came so swiftly, I was feeling relaxed and satisfied, and this was only Saturday, we were supposed to go home Sunday. As I laid in bed trying to remember how many guys used my little pussy and how many loads of cum I had received, Bonnie awoke and rolled over and looked at me, she smiled and said "Was that a great party or what?" I had to agree it was super. I moved a little in the bed and felt crusty in the crotch so I told Bonnie "I need a shower", I got up and was getting my...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

Private Simony Diamond Anal Legend

Today we reunite you with the legendary Simony Diamond, a sexy pornstar who once came to Private Specials, EuroAnal Chicks, and finally we get to reveal this incredible scene right here on www.private.com! Simony could put on a show all by herself as she masturbated and took a dildo to her ass, however this horny chick deserved more and so we gave it to her… Zenza Raggi was the perfect man for the job, a stud that would show her the anal fuck of a lifetime as she took it hard and deep in her...

xmoviesforyou
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

Private Jasmine Luna Gold Enjoys Gonzo Threesome with DP

Private has another blast from the past in store for you today and this time it’s with the sexy teen Jasmine Luna Gold who came for a phenomenal DP threesome in Private Specials, Euro Chicks Love 2 Dicks and you can see it for the first time right here on www.private.com! In her lingerie, high heels and fish-net stockings, Jasmine kicks off the fun with some solo masturbation before studs Greg Centuaro and Sabby join in for a wild gonzo ride that includes quality deepthroat, anal and DP action...

xmoviesforyou
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

GangbangCreampie Kay Carter G265

Remember that sexy, see-through top from Kay’s interview? It was pretty revealing then, but now it’s become nearly translucent under the bright lights of the pedestal. Her big, natural areolas and her artsy tattoo under her boobs shine right through before that barely there top finally disappears (it doesn’t take that long). Eddie is the first to go down on Kay to GREET THE PLEATS, followed by Chris before all the FIVE COCKSMEN start diving into her with their rods. As they...

xmoviesforyou
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

TeensDoPorn Bambi Black A Fresh Face To Cum On

Starting a new career can be a very exciting thing, especially when that career involves fucking on cam. That is the case for Bambi Black today as she gets a very warm welcome to the world of porn. She tells our stud that she secretly fantasizes about being fucked on stage in front of a full crowd. Then, she takes her clothes off to reveal her sexy, petite body. But do not let this girls small figure fool you. She can definitely suck and fuck a huge cock like a pro. She takes our studs long...

xmoviesforyou
4 years ago
  • 0
  • 40
  • 0

Crystal The Hot Neighbour

Crystal always had me fascinated from a young age. The eldest daughter of Mr and Mrs Clifton nextdoor, she was older than me by about 5-10 years. She was more mature than the rest of us k**s growing up, but still cooler to hang out with than the grown ups when our parents would get together for one of the many neighbourly BBQs on their back deck. We had a close relationship with the Cliftons. I was about 4 or 5 when both our families had moved into the street about the same time. The summer...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

Helping a friend move

I helped a lady friend move some stuff from a storage unit last month. She told me that she wanted to finish clearing out the unit but it would have to wait until later. She called me yesterday and wanted to know if “tomorrow would be a good time to finish clearing the storage even though it was supposed to rain.” I told her sure as I had nothing planned for tomorrow. I told her I would be at her place at around 9AM. When I got there it was raining pretty hard but we decided we had already...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

Saving Gina Ch 12

I had two assistants now. Three if you count Tinba. One came to me and said, ‘The Prince wants you to be at his Palace, Friday at one p.m.’ ‘What is the rest of the message? What do we prepare for? Am I to stay?’ She was flustered, ‘I tried to find out, I even called Prince Tulan’s secretary. He confirmed that was the entire message.’ I hated things that are out of the normal. Never had the Prince communicated such an incomplete message. I thought and though about all I had done. Could he...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 27
  • 0

CharlotteInThrall

Table Of Contents Back story 1 Charlotte accepts being permanently collared 2 Real-estate Trip to the North 7 Marvelous Evening out. 10 Back in the suite 16 A new morning dawns 26 This story picks up the Charlotte Saga from her first introduction in "CharlotteInStitches". Back story Our heroine starts as a life long submissive, BDSM loving, CD, married for more than 30 years to an equally kinky woman who supported and shared all this interests. Over...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 39
  • 0

Robins Loving FamilyChapter 35 Back to normal

With the house population back down to normal Jax wrapped an arm around Robin’s shoulders. “Come with me back to the bedroom, I am not finished yet. Maybe you should invite your brunette friend over sometime. I think it would be fun to tie her up and see how long we can keep her on the cusp of cumming without pushing her over.” Robin nodded, “Sure, um, I bet she would ... and Samantha wants Cyndi back over in a couple days ... we should pick a different day I suppose?” Following her brother,...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 42
  • 0

Satans BrideChapter 19

It was almost eleven-thirty when Darius and Mioki reentered the house to see the dog riding the young woman mercilessly, her whimpers those of a woman, her spirit broken. Draped across a low stool, her arms and legs had earlier been chained. That was no longer necessary, however, as much like a horse broken to saddle, the young woman was now accepting her fate without resisting. She grunted as the Labrador thrusted especially vigorously, but made no attempt to scream, her gag no longer in...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 27
  • 0

1 Educating Kaylee Ch 07

Just as quickly as the Christmas break had come, it was already over, which meant both cheerleading and choir were also over. It was a new semester, everyone had new classes and different teachers, and the dreadful prospect of homework was just around the corner. But most importantly, Kaylee’s play practice was now in full swing. Casting had begun for A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and Kaylee really wanted to play the role of Hermia. Despite how hard she studied the lines, the cruel fates just had...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 22
  • 0

NFBusty Dorothy Black Peneloppe Ferre Lesbian Love Story

You’ve never seen anyone as scrumptious as Dorothy Black as she lounges in her bedroom wearing lingerie that clings to her supple curves. She’s busy with her phone as Peneloppe Ferre sneaks up on her and smacks her with a pillow. Soon both busty babes are engaged in a playful pillow fight. Even when Dorothy’s breasts pop out of her top, Peneloppe keeps going. Their playtime comes to an end as their lips meet in a mutual surrender. When the girls come together, each of their...

xmoviesforyou
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 29
  • 0

My First Seduction

The two women were standing together. Very closely together. The more curvaceous, chestnut haired one was standing behind the slimmer blonde. She had her arms around her. Her full breasts were just brushing the blonde woman’s back, her tummy was touching the pert bottom. The more curvaceous one was holding the wrists of the slimmer one. Not tightly but with a firm grip.“One of the most important things with the golf swing is the takeaway,” the chestnut haired one said to the blonde. “It has to...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 30
  • 0

Marks

Her hands caressed the marks, bright red against her skin, and thought of him Her hands caress the marks, bright red against her skin, and thinks of him. Wonders where he is, what he?s doing, is he thinking of her at all? At this last she shakes her head to clear it and stands. What does it matter? He?s hundreds of miles away at the very least, and she has no idea when she?ll see him again. If ever, the cynical part of her mind adds. She pushes the thought away and forces herself to dress...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 46
  • 0

All about Worship Sessions

A Worship Session is the culmination of a pervert wanker’s worship of a girl, a goddess. There are many ways of worshipping your goddess – emails, worship sheets, worship videos, stories, poems, Explicit Messages, GIFs and more – but a Worship Session is worship in person. You get to meet your Goddess. To say it’s nerve-wracking the first time you meet Her is an understatement. It’s not like you’re a normal bloke – if you were, why would you be having a Worship Session? – you’re in awe of Her,...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 59
  • 0

Supermans Boyfriend Jimmy Olsen Part 8 Final

Superman's boyfriend, jimmy olsen from rent boy to cub reporter by mistress tawny suede chapter thirteen - building tension! Clark couldn't help gazing across the newsroom floor at jimmy as he set up his small desk. The lad looked great! He had put on a bit of weight. But gone was any hint of makeup or other feminine mannerisms from his days as a rent boy. Or at least, clark assumed he was no longer selling his ass on the street. Jimmy's hair was well maintained. He was wearing...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

TheDickSuckers Jasmine Wilde When I Swipe Right

Thank goodness for today’s apps. As you probably know, they work. People get laid off them — especially good looking women with big, natural tits. Enter Jasmine Wilde. Jasmine is a big slut, and to quench her naughty thirst, Jasmine’s on her phone — swiping right — just like you are. Let’s face it, modern technology is the best for hook ups. Just watch. Jasmine starts with attempting to suck her new pal’s over-sized dick, which she can barely wrap her...

xmoviesforyou
4 years ago
  • 0
  • 28
  • 0

Carnal Adventure

Terri 33 year old divorced mother of one child and small business owner. She has long blonde hair, is 5' 5" tall with a curvy body. Today promised a warmth later in the day. As she stood peering out the kitchen window, she could see that, although it was still slightly overcast, the sun already shone cautiously through the light blanket of mist over the trees. Terri went to the bedroom to get ready for work. Terri looked in the mirror as she finished getting ready. Today, she dressed...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 27
  • 0

P Fogg A MEMOIRPart 26

THE CARNATIC, setting sail from Hong Kong at half-past six on the 7th of November, directed her course at full steam towards Japan. She carried a large cargo and a well-filled cabin of passengers. Two state-rooms in the rear were, however, unoccupied-those which had been engaged by Phileas Fogg. The next day a passenger with a half-stupefied eye, staggering gait, and disordered hair, was seen to emerge from the second cabin, and to totter to a seat on deck. It was Passepartout; and what had...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

Lost EmpireChapter 14

Joseph Hartwell was standing there with his mouth hanging open there was no way in hell that he was going to believe that O'Toma was emperor. Shaking his head he had to sit, almost as if by magic a seat appeared under him. "I'm sorry I am finding this a little too hard to swallow." That was when Hartwell started to laugh. "It's a good one I have to admit, now then, I really need to meet or talk to the man. The genius, that brought about the capture of over 100 pirate ships, near the...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 51
  • 0

A Spiders Web Ch 04

The characters in this story are property of Marvel comics. I have used them in honor of the comic series and admiration for the characters. This story is original and is in no way tied to any of the canons of the Marvel Universe (to save myself the grief of working with time lines). This story contains adult material of a sexual nature. If it is illegal for you to view such material, turn back now. This work is copyrighted to the author. Do not post this on any other site or use it for...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 78
  • 0

Wishs Chapter 2 A Business Trip to Houston

As you may recall from Chapter One, upon returning from a week long business trip, my husband, Aaron, introduced me to a porn site he claimed that he had stumbled across. Initially, I was reluctant to watch these very graphic videos, however, Aaron persuaded me to give one video a try.He selected a fourteen-minute clip from the genre of amateur wife sharing. I sat on the couch next to my husband riveted as we watched a video of a very attractive blonde wife being soundly fucked by a powerfully...

Wife Lovers
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 30
  • 0

April May

Chapter One – Tramp On The Run There was a girl running through the forest. Poor thing. She had shoes, that wasn’t the problem, although they were a pair of white four inch heels, which certainly made the running difficult. She had clothes, a loose grey sweat shirt cut at midriff and cutoff blue jean shorts, tailored so tight at the crotch that even a camel would’ve cried for a size larger. I mean, they were comfortable for running. But she wasn’t comfortable. For one thing, she was being...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

Cents and NickelChapter 5

She had tears in her eyes. "Should I leave, Abraham, or can this be fixed?" "Fixing would work." I replied. She said, "You called me 'Cents' back at the swing. I would like to be worth a dollar again in your eyes. I think I need to explain more about me and my history." She looked at me very troubled. I nodded. "Abraham, I am a virgin. Only once before have I kissed or held a man like I have held you. There is a reason. I have always felt that or been concerned that I might be a...

Porn Trends