Mind control meets history in this series, each episode independent of the others. A little favour: Power of Words Ch 08 needs one more evaluation to reach ten. Maybe you've read it but not rated it yet? Thanks.
Catherine the Great of Russia used the ladies of her court to 'performance test' candidates for office before she brought them to her own bed.
Journey to Russia
Ivan knew that Catherine was going to enjoy this evening. There'd been a sumptuous state dinner and she'd advised him not to eat too heavily. At the same time, he noticed that she consumed a lot of wine. The other guests had retired for the night, probably to be privately entertained by her ladies. It was Ivan's time now.
"Undress me, my sweet, and you'll find my treasure," Catherine urged as they entered her very private quarters.
"My pleasure, madam," Ivan replied and reached for the hooks and stays that held her formal dress together at the back.
"Much better. Now the rest. My good man, you come highly recommended by my ladies. I've longed to be naked with you tonight."
"Just as I have, my lady. Just as I have."
"I'll help you with your tunic, my lover. Quick! Quick! My body is on fire!"
Marie Benoit was a history teacher by day, but tonight she was Catherine the Great, 18th century Empress of Russia. And she was about to get a serious fucking from her current hot lover, a young courtier half her age, Ivan Rimsky-Korsakov.
It had been a few weeks without any sex for Marie, so she looked forward to what was about to unfold with hungry anticipation. The Power of Words from an old history book had taken control of her mind again, lifting up off the page and carrying her to Russia. This wasn't the first time she'd travelled to the past, and she knew from experience that sexual fulfillment was close at hand.
Ivan led Catherine to her feather bed and lay beside her. Both were naked and she could see that he was erect and eager. But the night was young and so was he, so why rush into the main course? Instead, she came close, offering him a taste of her painted lips. He didn't disappoint, grabbing her tightly and pressing his tongue between them. They murmured with satisfaction as they explored inside. While they were thus occupied, Catherine circled her fingers around his meaty cock.
"What have we here? Does my naked flesh excite you, Ivan? Do you want to take me? Well... no. At least not yet. Not until you are at the edge of control. Only then will you know the meaning of real pleasure."
"At your service, my Empress. Take my stiff member to that satisfying place."
"Ah yes. It's right here, ready for you," she whispered, bringing his cock to her moist pussy. "This is where you will have passionate enjoyment as we come together. But not yet. I must taste you first."
"By all means! I'm your willing slave tonight."
"Yes, my slave of love. Mmmm.... A fine cock. And so hard. I must have more of it."
Marie Benoit skillfully licked down the underside of Rimsky-Korsakov's rod, at the same time slowly stroking its length. She marveled at the girth of the thing in her hand and wondered if she would be able to take it into her mouth. But not yet.
First there were his sac and balls to worship with lips and tongue. They hung like tasty fruit and Catherine delighted in licking, before taking first one, then the other right into her mouth. She rolled them around with her tongue, as Ivan slowly began to lose his mind. Marie's best talents went to waste in school!
Ivan groaned with satisfaction, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as she took him close to the edge. Then Catherine kissed her way back to the tip and slowly began to wrap her lips around his organ. It was tight, but with enough saliva, her head continued to slide lower and lower down his thick cock.
She was so deep now that the tip touched her tonsils, and she began to gag. Go quickly to the top again. Swallow and take a big breath. Then dive right down to the base once more! After a few minutes of this treatment, Catherine judged that she would soon be swallowing what she wanted deposited elsewhere. She removed her mouth from his fat cock.
"You must taste me, my lover. I'm yours now," and with that she spread her legs and pushed his stylishly curly head down her body to its intended destination. Ivan Rimsky-Korsakov didn't need further instruction. In no time, his strong fingers had opened her wet pussy wide, and his lips were exploring hers- the lower lips, that is. Sensations rippled through her body as he found her engorged clitoris, beckoning like a sweet candy.
"Oh yes. Yes! Take it into your mouth now and suck! Suck it hard!" Catherine the Great commanded.
Ivan raised his head and grinned up at her with a wet face.
"You must be patient with me, my lady. I am but a young man, scarcely trained in the art of love."
"Your Empress commands you to suck hard now, young man!"
He laughed and complied, drawing her entire swollen clit deep into his mouth and sucking it like ripe fruit. The tart flavour coated his mouth while the tangy aroma filled his now-wet nostrils. But the lady was beginning to gasp and lift her entire body hard against his face in her arousal.
Now that the delicate appetizers had been consumed, it was time to begin the main course of this sexual feast. Ivan clambered to his knees and began to feed his stiff cock into Her Majesty.
"Fuck me, my lover. Fuck me now," she begged urgently.
"You command and I obey, my Empress," Ivan replied, knowing that he was going to fuck her right now whether she told him to or not.
In the missionary position, Rimsky-Korsakov slowly pushed down into Catherine's sopping pussy, stretching its pliable limits as he went. He could feel that she was a bit tentative, and he understood the reason. So many others had told him that his big cock was legendary, so he realized he mustn't rush, at least not at first. There, he was all the way in now, and just touching bottom.
"A fine cunt, my lady. A very fine cunt. Shall I take it for a brisk ride?"
"Yes. Yes. Do so. Yes!" she gasped and grabbed the bedsheets between her fingers to hold fast while this young stallion plied her pink flesh.
The ride was marvelous, thrusting and return pelvic lifting like she hadn't experienced with some of her more recent lovers. The young man was every bit as good as his reputation in court- and then some. But by now Catherine was breathing hard, her late-forties body not quite up to the endurance demanded by a fit and virile mid-twenties male. Perhaps a new position was in order, a more relaxing one for the flagging Empress?
"Stop! Stop! Come behind me now while I offer myself that way," she begged him.
"Delighted, my lady. And will you climax that way? No.... So, reach back with your hand to caress your organ, that you might complete our performance this evening."
The words sounded like the lovers were attending a music recital, but both knew this was simply sex- delightfully sensuous experience and nothing more. What could be more important than finishing with orgasms, however achieved?
This time Ivan pushed between her parted thighs and eagerly plunged as deep as he could. Catherine gasped at the intrusion but gripped the sheets and levered back against him. He grabbed her full hips and drove his magnificent cock home again and again, while the Empress squealed with delight.
"Oh... fuck me, Ivan! Fuck me! Oh.... Ugh!.... Ugh!... Ugh!... I'm cumming!... AhhHH!!!"
Catherine's fingers strummed her clitoris feverishly as her entire mid-section clenched tightly, encasing Ivan's rigid cock in an iron grip. The increased friction was all he needed to join her in a smashing orgasm. His rod came alive, shooting once, twice, thrice... again and again until the Empress of Russia had been filled with his seed. Finally, he arched his back one last time, then fell to the soft bed beside her. They both lay searching for breath, Catherine gasping for a long time.
"Well, my lady. I trust that was to your liking?"
"My ladies sung your praises, but mere words fall short of your deeds."
"With my thanks. I must say that you are as skilled in the bedroom as you are in the affairs of the nation, my Empress."
"So.... You must come to me tomorrow afternoon," Catherine ordered.
"Yes, my lady. My equipment will be primed and ready again, I'm sure."
Marie moaned aloud as she thought back on Rimsky-Korsakov's 'equipment', that fat cock which had driven her to ecstasy. She smiled as she remembered how it had come to pass that she was in bed with that gorgeous young man who gave her such immense satisfaction. Actually, It was her own doing, back there at the beginning of all this time travel.
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"So, do you want this box of old books I just found in the closet? Or will you be tossing them out?"
"I don't know," her friend Vanessa Wordsmith had replied. "It depends what they're about, I suppose."
"Let's see. The Story of Civilization, The Rise and Fall of...," Marie began to read out.
"Oh, history books. Yes.... Certainly, I'll keep them. Maybe we could use them in our lessons?"
That was how the books were intended to be used. However, Vanessa and Marie soon discovered that there was something magical about them as the stories about people came alive. The Power of the Words could seize control of their minds and transport them to other times and places. They'd been back thousands of years into the past and they hadn't just visited. They'd had rampant sexual adventures with historic figures.
The power in the books had carried Vanessa to ancient Sumeria, Egypt, Rome, and Italy during the Renaissance. Then Marie joined her for shared adventures. The Crusades, Shakespearean England and the chateau of the Marquis de Sade- they visited them all and got themselves thoroughly fucked every time. However, Vanessa was tortured by the Marquis and refused any more time travel. She gave Marie the box of old books and wished her well.
One more thing: the people from the past were not complete strangers. They were the living dead, spending this life right in Vanessa's apartment building. In the past they had been high priests and pharaohs, barbarians and painters, princes and perverts. By travelling to meet these historical figures, Vanessa and Marie were learning the lessons of history and getting laid at the same time.