1. CAW 22 Entry: Marcus


    Date: 11/7/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Snuff, Author: stex, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    goddess.” She laughed, “Maybe I shall not kill you, Cupid and Venus might be angered. Do you find me alluring?” Of course I did, but I did not want to anger Venus, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, only Venus herself is more so.” She smiled, she raised the spear from my chest and stepped forward, standing over me, her legs parted to span me. Her lower lips were exposed smiling sideways at me, glistening. Not only was she beautiful, she was inflaming me further. My stiff dick was aching for her. She knelt above my head, her lips engorged, her hair tickling my chest. I just wanted to please her, I opened my mouth, but my tongue would not reach. Her strong womanly scent filled my nostrils, I breathed deeply of the intoxicating scent, it inflamed my desire manyfold. “You want to do that to please me?” “I would do anything to please you.” She lowered her lips to my mouth, my tongue could now reach her treasures, her taste was even more intoxicating than the scent. The scent was intense now, her juices were nectar, my tongue glided across her silky lips. I became just a tongue, my only existence to please my goddess. My tongue spent an eternity pleasing my goddess, I existed with her only on Mount Olympus. Then I was cruelly exiled from Olympus, my goddess removed herself from me. I wept, “How have I displeased you?” was my anguished cry. A softer voice told me, “You have have not displayed me.” I looked up at my goddess, her alabaster skin had taken on a rose ...
    hue, her breast heaved. “You are too pretty to displease me, you will please me further.” “Anything.” She reached behind her neck and drew her flaming read hair over her shoulders, so it spilled over her breast and onto my chest. She moved herself back to my stiff, aching dick, it met her lips and was swallowed by her sheath. She lent forward, her hair trailed across my chest, her bosom was presented to my mouth. I suckled on her as the most hungry infant might. Her hips moved inflaming my dick further. Again a cloud took me to Mount Olympus with my goddess I existed in just two places, my lips and my dick in her hearth. Again I spent an eternity before I was cruelly exiled. Her teat was ripped from my mouth, she rose up above me and rent at her hair. “My sisters I avenge you!” Her heaving bosom inflamed me even further. She picked up the dagger from where it was lying next to us, she held it high in the air in both hands, pointing down at me. I again spread eagled myself before her opening myself to her attack. She cried out, “Roman! Know your fate. I am Boudica, Queen of the Iceni.” Her passion was too much for me, my dick discharged itself into her sheath. She plunged the dagger into my heart. — Translators note. The above fragment entitled “Marcus” was translated from Latin and is attributed to Paullus Flaminius Flavius, around AD62. Other surviving fragments indicate that Paullus fled from his Villa, somewhere South of modern day Bury St Edmonds, ahead of the revolting ...
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