"My Wife After the Party"
The Maid's Spanking
Gods and Goddesses of preceding times still march the land. These are the stories of the minor know goddesses.
She walks down the road looking for her next occupation. She was Irish once but enthused to America protracted ago. But period have changed; wars are no longer fought with respect. These days' wars are fought with guns and bombs, not with swords and axes. You no longer face your enemy and the victors are the ones with the preeminent machines not the unsurpassed warriors. While her beauty and depth intimidated a lot of men she hardly ever had trouble being paid thirty men a time here in this rich new world.
So she walks down the boulevard, her breast jiggling beneath her shirt. She doesn't wear and tear a bra, her 36 D's will never slump; it is one of the perks of being a Deity. She walks into a debar on the confront of 12th and Broadway and has a seat. There where 6 of them and she hears them speech about her as they hike by. After a few report one of them comes up to her.
"Hello," he says, "my name is Tease."
"Hi Chaff, I'm Maeve. She was also a Divinity of intoxication. She lets them take her back to one of their apartments.
She drinks some more and irrevocably she can't take it any more the first move will have to be hers. She sticks her furnish down the man's pants and begins to stroke him. One of the others suckle on her breast while another puts his head between her thighs and laps up her juices. The orgasm rocks through her and the one she was sucking moves down and thrust himself into her.
The one she was sucking moves down to take the position of the on that is used up and another take his place at her rudeness.
She goes off again as the one that is ramming her changes his stroke. First he goes fast then slows, only to haste up again. She moans and gasps as he hits all of her bad skin. She spits out the one she is sucking and pushes the one in her, back and begins to journey him. She does this feat without withdrawing him from inside her and without gone a stoke.
She rides him as she rode her mount in the older day, on her road to battle. She fabrication almost flat against him and uses her strong thighs. As he approaches the thresh take she puts as much of him exclusive herself as she can and grinds her pelvis against his as planning she wants erosion him down to the bone. He releases his seed exclusive of her and she explodes again.
The next one is on the sitting on the floor and leaning against the put. She lowers herself on him, but this instance she faces missing from him and cataract back into his arms. While he drives into her she takes another into her means of access.
When he is useless she stands on all fours to take the next one. By now the first two are arranged again and connect the ones who are sucking on her nipples or stroking her.
On and on it goes and she has countless orgasms; all of them have her at least double. After the last one empties himself into her he cataract back panting.
She surveys the extent and marvels how much be fond of a battlefield it is. There are washed out bodies spread across the stump, at some purpose a lap was destroyed, clothing litters the stagger like fallen weapons. The room has a smell, and though it isn't blood, it is a very decipherable smell. Everyone is enclosed in fluids. And of course of action there is but one conqueror, her.
She walks into the bathroom and cleans herself up. She creeps back into the alive room and see all of her lovers have conceded out from overtiredness. She puts on her clothing and foliage.
She walks down the lane wearing secret modest smile, one to rival Mona Lisa's, and modest else.
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