The Vixen Chronicles Ch 05

Her Master read a poem about Vixen in the wrong place

He was used to having his own way: after all, he was enjoying his role as Vixen's Master, spending many hours setting up very kinky situations for his favorite slut.

When the phone call came from his friend asking him to do a poetry reading, he was delighted.

That was how, on a sunny winter afternoon, he came to be standing before a group of over 70 women, members of a garden club, most of them over 50 and matronly, and read the poem about Vixen he had written the night before.

It did not seem inappropriate to him. Perhaps he had been spending too much time thinking about sex. But as he read, almost every woman in the room turned red. Several fled. Others wanted to, but were so caught up in the passion of the poem that they could not move.

Sir Edward, seemingly oblivious to the consternation he was causing, simply read on in a booming baritone voice.

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Vixen Slut

Hot blasting sex: torrid, blatant, carnal

Fucking on the grass

He came too fast, that one, but lovely to do it there

Such a lovely wife, quiet much too long

Now slut and whore and proud

Opening legs to adventure

Opening legs and taking it

Taking it up her

Pleasing him.

He wants a slut

He wants me.

Hot fucking cunt slut.

Damn shove it up me and fuck me hard!

Upon the bed,

Cunt dripping: wet open yearning

He smacks it hard

She shutters with delight

He makes her kneel

She looks up with eyes of amber,

And knows he is the one.

God. Sir, he is fucking me now

Give me all you’ve got

A harlot divine: rutting hard pumping in her cunt

Pushed against a railing, Master fucks.

Watchers in the dark but not too dark to see

They crowd around and show hard

Turn around, drop and suck him!

Then on her knees while they watch

While porno flickers and a flashlight appears.

When he cums he moans,

She swallows so they can see

Then licks the last short spurt off the end of his cock

Sitting in the car

His cock is hard

She sucks

He cums

She swallows

With another one, the same

Cocksucker!

Yes I am, thank you.

He tells her to stand, naked.

He looks.

He tells her to kneel on the bed for inspection.

He likes me, she thinks. I like him.

He makes me feel good.

Like a slut.

Sweet girl with perky ones.

Her man likes to share.

Leaning over the seat and kisses him, then her.

And knowing she will get that cock again.

My God his prick!

It can’t be that big!

Porno size.

Eleven inches! More?

She tastes the pussy.

She taste the cock.

The little one cannot take him all.

She opens wide and feels it.

God right in the cervix!

Pounding.

What a massive damn man cock up me!

No one can be that big.

No one can fill me, stretching my dirty cunt.

Like that dirty fucking cock.

How can she take it all

And then be so tight again?

She cannot see.

But she can feel.

Crop across her ass. It stings.

First long moments of his hands touching and caressing.

Then the flogger…on and on and on.

Varied. Soft, it is kind. Harsh, it is kinder.

And velvet touch between.

Take my ass, Sir, fuck me there.

Yes, yes, I love it when you fuck my ass

And tell me to cum all over you.

And then I lick your balls clean of me

And your hard prick, too

It taste of a different sort

But it makes me a dirty slut.

And for that kindness I owe him much.

Kinky Twister

One cock then another probe her

She doesn’t even know who is fucking her

It doesn’t matter

Just do it and do it

Fuck! That is good.

Flip is smiling, and stays hard

His is nice

They all are nice

Four, Five. It doesn’t matter

Just make them hard enough to do me again

And when it is over, she kneels before a chair

And licks a wife

His cock is in her ass

While inside her stretched pussy big big deep

A stranger with a nice one

A rod in more ways than one.

The ass is filled with cum

She changes, now astride, to ride that damn hard cock

So goddam hot

Big damn cock!

Fuck !

Big cock up her!

God she is so open!

Cumming on it

And wetting him

And loving it so full

So deep

Fuck me Fuck me

Then in her mouth

So big she has to work

On and on

Until precious white it flows from his prick

And she swallows and smiles

Cum Now

Vixen obeys

None of the other drivers see

That she can cum untouched

All that is needed is a truly dirty mind

And a man she can obey

Two men, both touch

Then play with canes and flogging things

Softly then hard

She moans

She recognizes that hard prick by its head

And later fucks it and makes him cum

Through the window of the door he sees a black one

Up her, stiff and thrusting, then behind

Cumming oh cumming so damn damn damn damn nice

Slut

Hot wicked slut being flogged

Prick up her ass, tight dark hole

Pleasure Pain

Shooting, her not him

Squirting hot sweet nectar

Gushing forth, fountain like

It cums hot, covering ball and cock

Then to his mouth, and filled

Then to her mouth, shared liquid of her lust

The muscles tighten and release

Pumping viselike

Legs raised and apart

So anyone can see her climax

Gaping open, then clamping tight

And hard

My thirty minutes, does it start now sir

Bouncing like a schoolgirl at recess

Through a club and saying sweetly

Would you like to go to a room?

Unsaid: And fuck my mouth and then my cunt

And make me a slut all over again?

Theater dark, so is the stranger

We met by accident.

He is stroking an arm, a tit

Master pulls the skirt up

His fingers play and slip in

She cums quietly

Call him and ask if he is free tonight

He wants to have drinks, sir.

Then go do it, but fuck him

Oh, Yes Sir

Toys up the channel and on the clit

Cumming

Your rug, your rug

Do it, shoot it

And later her legs are by her ears

And his big cock is slamming deep within

While she cums and cums again

‘Till he empties into her

She sucks him clean, and goes on

Until another load shoots

First deep down her throat

And then in the mouth

So she can taste.

She cuddles and looks up

Adoringly

Be careful what you wish for.

She would not dared to have wished for this.

The reality is so much more.

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Are you my slut?

Yes sir, and very proud of it.

Finished, he looked up for the first time, expecting acclaim. Instead, he saw a small covey of heavy women advancing on him, and they clearly meant to do him bodily harm.

From behind him a soft hand grabbed his and pulled him toward a side door. His copy of the poem slipped from his grasp and fluttered to the floor. He saw that a somewhat younger woman, very pretty, was pulling him to safety. He did not pause, but ran with her, the two of them jumping in an expensive car. She pulled away in a race car driver start and within moments they were safely away.

"Thank you," he said. "My, I suppose that was the wrong poem to read at the Ladies Garden Club, huh?"

"Yes, it was." She smiled at him, and he saw the light in her beautiful green eyes.

Hummm, he thought to himself, this could be interesting

"Did you like it?"

Now her smile was even broader. With a toss of her raven hair, she laughed softly. "Oh, yes. It was very erotic. In fact, I came hearing you read it."

"How nice. Well, thanks for saving me. Is there anything I can do for you?"

She nodded, but did not look down at his crotch as he expected. She looked him right in the eye. "Yes, there is. Could you introduce me to Vixen?"