0 comments/ 28675 views/ 0 favorites The Lecher Ch. 01 By: Second_Nature Chapter 01 (Zeal for Flesh) They waited. They waited and they waited. At the far end of the living room sitting on the brand new cream leather couches, William and Cecile stare at their glass door foyer, keenly anticipating some beautiful silhouettes at their doorstep. These two gentlemen try to represent success in the most ostentatious ways possible. Saying they splurged on this property would be an understatement. Even by the living room you can distinguish this; from the terrazzo-marble flooring, to the glass railings of the spiraling staircases, to the skylights, down to the Mojave plants by the entrance, these astute young men have it all and they pride in the fact that they are now big fish. Will and Cece' got into real estate in the mid-90s. These young and assertive black men established themselves early and surprised many. William, with his tall and lean build, strapping brown eyes, tightly coiled cornrows, goatee and nose ring, has the more hardened look of the two. After all, he came about through harder circumstances than his friend. He hails from Haiti where as Cecile grew up in suburban New Jersey. Cecile was always the more brazen of the two and made sure this Teaneck home was one of the most envied in the state of New Jersey. His friend hasn't the slightest idea about his beachfront purchase in Savannah, SC--yet. Both men are dressed sort conservative in button up shirts with ties (cecile's sleeves rolled up), slacks and loafers and they wait patiently on their plush couches, in silence. This has become a monthly routine for William and Cecile. Though they are reputable entrepreneurs and powerful figures within the local black communities, William and Cecile have a dark side- "I first get the blonde" said William, who doesn't care that he broke nearly 20 minutes of comfortable silence, "Yes, she's mine". Cecile gives William a quirky look and instead of responding rolls his eyes away. He knows he's the one getting the blonde first anyway. Both are more fond of the darker hair and darker eyes but they can appreciate an exquisite blonde mixed in with their bevy of brunettes, especially William. Will and Cece' feel they have a different standard of beauty. Cecile isn't shy about the manmade waterfall in the back of this $6.4 million dollar abode. Will, though more intense and reserved, gets keyed up when it comes to his automobiles. He once drew a crowd in a local neighborhood while parking his brand new jet black Maybach 62. The locals stood around and probably didn't realize how long they were, considering William's car-mantras often get lost in the over enthusiasm and Creole-English hybrid. "She's a beaut' though..." They like their women to go with the lavish scenery they've fashioned for themselves. They like sluts. This has been an on going procedure for 5 months now. The month before last (because of important business) , two nice young ladies from Czechoslovakia spent the weekend. Will and Cece' agreed that Henrietta and her petite friend Jaskova were the best...bar none. About 6 months ago Cecile was approached by one of his old clients after a banquet for inner-city youth. They loosened their ties, drank their brown liquor and laughed it up for a bit at a local bar ... "Sit down for this" said Cece' as he bursts into Will's office and takes a seat, "You're not ready for this!". William leaned back in his chair with his sleeves rolled up, "I am and I am ready for anything...". "Have you ever been with a white woman?" asked Cecile. William responded with a smug expression. "No, man. It's not what you think. I'm talking about good, decent, mature, drug free, top of the line sluts from Eastern Europe. This isn't about personal gain--or the affairs of state--the photo opts--or those augmented blonde whores working for Vespoli...this is about experiencing new things..." Cecile paused and shrugged, "Besides, it's free" "Now that's just beautiful" says William as he leans forward in his $2,000.00 leather chair. Cecile then leans in more with a whisper saying "I ran into Pallona from that big Princeton deal 4 years ago. He turned out to be a real nice guy. I sat down and had a few drinks with him at the tavern last night. He made me an offer I couldn't refuse." Both lean more into each other... "I shit you not, they have a secret society or something. While we were having our drinks he makes a call on his cellphone--which I found rude at the time--and then proceeds to talk-yadda yadda yadda--and before I knew it, this foreign girl comes up to me wearing a trench coat. She walked directly up to me, looked me in the eyes, said 'I need you'--and just started to get to all the sucking of the earlobes, squeezing on the arms—and just really invading my space here. This girl had to be about 23, from Hungary--she's really special. Pallona looked at me with a crazy look--then started motioning for me to take her to the bathroom. Mind you I don't speak madhar or whatever that shit is so I'm like what the fuck here. We are in a crowded bar and this very fucking gorgeous brunette--gets closer to me and opens her coat. She was completely naked man. She started pressing her body against mine and massaging my balls right there!--I swear to god—I had my way with her in that bathroom. She leaned against the wall, lifted up her coat and I nailed her—pulling her hair—ended up shooting all in her pussy, I just couldn't help it--Now that was beautiful!" "It's called Magyar" replied William. Cecile leans back in the chair and rolls his eyes, "Who gives a fuck? Isn't it ugly as hell anyway? Point is, Pallona tells me there are 'lots of girls like Sofianne, even better—" "I trust your judgment so I'm sure these girls you speak of--are great but what's the catch, buddy, lets get real here, nothing is free" says William. "I see Pallona differently now. Turns out he's well known in E. Europe. He has a strong pimp hand. He says there's no way out of this. We have to commit to this 100%. He said we can help ourselves as long as we keep it within the circle and keep our mouths shut." "Well I do love pussy...." The gentleman get a little restless as they check their watches and squirm on the now sticky leather couch, waiting for their acquaintances. The very thought of Sofianne from the tavern, Agi, Possi, Ornelia, Maya, and the very pleasant Henrietta and Jaskova, made both of their cocks unnervingly hard. They have developed a passion for these women. William and Cecile are not allowed to have any sexual relations outside of their circle. The rules strictly forbid this. After having breathtaking sex with seemingly flawless Eastern European women, they have no choice but to stay with that quality of slut anyhow. Here they are thinking Henrietta and her petite grey eyed friend Jaskova are as good as it gets, but they are wrong. "Holy shit they're here" says Cecile as he bounces up from the couch adjusting his tie, "there's four of them this time". William remains slumped into the couch and closes his eyes momentarily; anticipating the sexual bliss. The women have had pleasurable reactions to his melanin packed appearance and strong disposition. He knows he's getting the blonde first. "Come right in ladies" says Cecile as he let's the ladies in from the night, "Don't worry about your shoes, you'll be keeping those on" he says with a grin. Both fellows were a bit dismayed that of the four dazzling Eastern European women none of them were blondes, rather three brunettes and one unbelievably good-looking redhead. The ladies stand at the marvelous glass and gold foyer, as Cecile closes the doors, and they twist around in admiration of this lavish home. They often don't get to see such remarkable homes or gorgeous black men, much less in the same instance. Cecile is always aware of this. He stands at about 5'8 and his partner, who is 6'2, never fails to acknowledge his advantage in height, though Cecile is 5 years his senior. Cecile, with his bald head, hairless face, dimples and muscular build, tends to think the women are more attracted to him. If you asked him, Agi and Possi from the first month showed a little more curiosity towards him. He noticed that same look in the redhead's eye- "Me, my—uh-name is Victoria-I am from—Hungary" says the Redhead as she reads Cecile's eyes, somewhat embarrassed of her English, "We—all from Budapest". Victoria, who is obviously in charge and stands out anyhow, is quite beautiful. She is rather fair and has straight shoulder length hair, squinty blue eyes, and in conjunction with some light freckling, has astonishingly sharp facial features. A long pearl necklace wraps around her soft slender neck and lay atop her round medium sized breasts that all but burst under her sky blue crepe-backless blouse. Even with her matching-soccer mom sized Fendi-handbag, Cecile could appreciate the trim waistline, as well as the creamy and fleshy stems ascending up into her sky blue miniskirt--clad with white stilettos. She is to die for. "Welcome Victoria" as he kisses her hand, "Please, join me in the other room". The patter of their high heels into the living room quietly thrilled William. He felt the blood rush into the head of his cock as he shifted it upward under his belt. Though this will naturally build up into an array of kissing, choking and asshole stretching, he does not want to introduce himself with a hard on. "Victoria, meet our friend William—William—Victoria" Will stood up and smiled, slightly bowing his head to these beautiful women. He particularly was fond of the tall, radiant; reddish-brunette on the left of Victoria. He locked into her black eyes instantly. Aneta, who's really from Fejer Megye, outside of Budapest, is indeed the exemplary brunette beauty—enthralling facial features, tanned complexion, long flowing hair, perfect posture, small breasts, pointy nipples, slim waist and a defined backside—wearing a tight; lengthy red silk dress with spaghetti straps, diamond studded earrings and red open-toe stilettos. She and William could not help but stare into each other's eyes. There was an instance of uncomfortable silence, followed by everybody giggling. It is not the language barrier. It is the utter sexual chemistry densely filling the room. "So, you two" said Cecile as he hovered over these petite strumpets, "what are your names?"- Melinda and Belinda are twins from Budapest. They have sweet green eyes. Their hair flows down to the small of their backs. Their young powdered faces, pouting lips, big circular breasts, washboard abs, firm protruding asses and identical horse-like stances excited the men of their country, even more so; Will and Cece'. Melinda and Belinda dress in flimsy black tank tops with silver straps, black paten-leather miniskirts, black garter-belts, black fishnet stockings and matching stilettos--in addition to platinum chokers around their necks. They know they are princesses. They know they are precious. They know the men of their country dream of having them... but they are bred for black men. "We come all the way from Budapest—to see you!" said Belinda with a nefarious smile, lightly poking him on his puffy chest- "Take-long time" added her three minute and 35 second older sister. William and Cecile were taken back by the twins reassuring English. They soon realized Melinda and Belinda only wish to fulfill their life long fantasies —and that is to please black men. The twins, unlike Victoria and Aneta; whom have been active in the Union for one year now, have no experience with black men, but from a young age were always reminded of their purpose. Now of age, the irresistible twins are ready for the next step. "Please, ladies, take a seat" said William; still staring into Aneta's profound black eyes. Victoria opts to stand as Aneta crosses her everlasting legs; sitting closely to William on the couch and Melinda and Belinda snuggle up on both sides of Cecile on a reclining leather chair. "Mr. Pallona—not happy about last trip" said Victoria with a concerned expression, "that--can not happen no more". "Don't worry about Pallona, I can handle him" replies Cecile as he looks back and forth at Melinda and Belinda's gorgeous faces and awe-inspiring cleavage. Both lay on the arms of the chair with their legs slightly crossed; and are elevated just high enough for William to see their hairless pussies and soft bottoms. Melinda and Belinda refused to wear any sort of underwear with their tight; hip hugging miniskirts. They are ready. This is the scenery William and Cecile have become accustomed to; laissez-faire women from Hungary, Czechoslovakia, Romania, Belarus and Russia, lightly clothed and anxious to do whatever the men desire. Their monthly presence has made this million dollar home seem more complete. "O.K." said Victoria with her arms crossed, "But-please—take advize, please" Since the opening weekend with Agi and Possi, these men have heard the word please many times, so neither took heed to Victoria's banter. At this point, it was all about the untamed fascination between these men and women. "Come, Victoria, sit next to me" said William; motioning Victoria with his long willowy finger. Victoria then takes a seat next to William and crosses her legs towards him as he puts his arm around her. Aneta, who is ablaze with sexual urgency, inaudibly gets up from the couch and stands in Victoria's place. While continually gazing into William's eyes, she runs both of her hands through her hair, squeezes her breasts and rubs her pussy over her dress. As she speaks in Magyar, she frantically rubs her clit and gyrates her hips, ultimately laying down on the spotless marble floor and masturbating for him. Aneta raises her expensive silk dress above her hips and extends her legs open for William. She pulls her thong to the side with her right hand and runs her left middle finger up and down her shaved pussy, for William— "You get' em girl" grunts William as he loosens his tie with his unoccupied hand. "Engem nehéz helyzet ya apuka" whispered Aneta as she slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders; licked her fingers and pinched her nipples. She stares up at William; blowing on her rock hard nipples, whispering yet again "Engem nehéz helyzet ya apuka". William doesn't know Aneta is saying Me need you daddy and she doesn't know what he says to her, but their eye communication is much stronger than words. William takes his arm from around Victoria and removes his tie while watching Aneta grind her hips up and down, pulling her thong perfectly between her pussy lips. She is soaking wet. Aneta gets goosebumps from her bare ass on the cold marble floor and puts her weight on her upperback, stroking her hips up and down; faster and faster, as she widly runs her hands through her hair- "Engem nehéz helyzet ya apuka!" Victoria, who isn't into girls, but men—big; black men, enjoyed William's reactions to Aneta. William could feel Victoria's stare as he hastily tries to unbutton his shirt with sweaty hands. Victoria giggles and then assists with his buttons, crossing her leg further over his thigh- "You like that rossz hírű nő—yes?" asked Victoria as she loosens the final button on William's white dress shirt, "She--little slut—yes?" William, who at no point even glanced into Victoria's gorgeous blue eyes, rather Alena's piercing black eyes, nods 'yes' as he rises off the couch with a visible hard on, ripping off his shirt and revealing his perfectly athletic body. Victoria says "Oooh" as she tries to steal a feel of William's well defined 8 pack. Aneta rolls over as William comes to her. She lifts her silk dress above her waistline, gets on her knees; keeping her hands and upper body against the sexy marble floor, and shakes her ass for William. Her pussy is so wet for him. William towers over Aneta and plants a firm hand on her ass cheek as she shakes it faster and faster— "Yeah...yeah" murmurs Will as he spanks her ass cheek, "You're mine". "Engem igény magába szív aki fasz apuka" she mumbled as she catches her breath, ''Black-Férfi...ooooh" between breaths. William turned to Victoria, who is watching from the couch, and asked her what Aneta said- ''She-wants to suck your cock—she love black men" Victoria replied with a smile. William turns back to Aneta and looks down on her, ''Yes?" and Aneta nods 'yes' with her cheek against the marble floor. He grabs her by the hair and lifts her head, making Aneta arch her back on all fours. William releases her hair and gets directly behind her on his knees. He moves her thong to the side with his left hand and begins fingering her pussy from the back, taking his fingers out and sucking on them. "So sweet" says William as he licks his fingers. He grabs Aneta's hair again and stands her up. Cecile watches as the lanky and model-esque Aneta wipes the drool from her cheek and stands with a wound up look on her face. William pulls Aneta into him face to face and puts his fingers in her mouth. Aneta looks intensely into his eyes and sucks on his elongated fingers, bobbing her head up and down, tasting her sweet Hungarian pussy. "Yeah" said William in his barrel toned voice, looking down on her with his hard stare. He then lets go of Aneta's hair, crouches and cups her ass cheeks, lifts her off of the ground as if this 5'9, 120 lb delight were weightless, and puts her over his left shoulder. With her high heels swaying back and forth, William brings a subservient Aneta to his realm. Cecile, who at this point feels like an inquisitive little kid, squeezes Melinda and Belinda's ass cheeks as he watches his friend carry a marvelous brunette up the spiraling staircase. He is ready. "Noooo" said Victoria as she takes her attention off of William and catches a glimpse of Cecile kissing on Melinda's neck, "You—no touch". Cecile did not pay Victoria any mind as he goes back and forth burying his face into Melinda and Belinda's braless chests but Victoria made sure he recognized her- "You!--no touch!" yelled Victoria as she got up from the couch. Melinda and Belinda, though more than ready for their first black man, slid off the arms of the leather chair and stood next to each other behind it. "You will listen to me" she said as she walks over to the chair pointing at him, "Do as I say". Victoria straddles Cecile in the chair, making her miniskirt rise above her waist, and puts pressure on his hard cock. Cecile looks up into her eyes and runs his hands up her supple legs; grabbing onto her ass— "No touch" she said with a grim expression. Cecile then began wondering what do you mean don't touch? But he did not think out loud. He looked back into her gorgeous squinty blue eyes and simply rested his burly forearms on the arms of the chair. Maybe she'll give me a lap dance. Victoria gives Cecile a calculating look and uses her right hand to shift his cock upwards in his slacks. She wanted it to rest on his abdominal so he can feel the force and eagerness of her hips, as she strokes up and down on it. Victoria loosens his belt, allowing his cock to rise up well beyond his bellybutton. She rides up further and further with her hands in her hair. Cecile, with his debonair appearance and comforting dimples, returns Victoria's amazing glare and thinks... I'm on top of the world. I am getting some major pussy tonight. I'm gonna fuck this girl's brains out. Look at her shoes, holy shit this bitch is hot!- She rides up further and further, and looks back and forth into Melinda and Belinda's eyes. Victoria knows what she's doing and just when Cecile thought he could explode all over himself, Victoria strokes her hips all the way down in really hard fashion, effectively crushing Cecile's tender balls - The Lecher Ch. 02 He could see the SUV coming to halt at the gates and puts his cup of Turkish coffee down expecting the buzz on the prompter. He buzzes him right back and the tall gates open. As the truck creeps up the winding driveway, he watches on the security monitor and wipes the corners of his mouth, hopping up from the chair. He has more keys than a janitor but his wallet is heavy as well, so no matter how tight the drawstring, his velour pants always sag. He is at no shortage of velour paraphernalia, including hats and belts. His always fresh Nike sneakers squeak against the expensive flooring as he heads for the front door. "Come right in hombre" says Johannes vibrantly opening the door for his dear friend Maurice, "I see you got them." "Same ol' Jo'", replies Maurice with his friendly eye contact, "yeah, got'em." Maurice, over his right arm, is carrying three outfits. In his other arm, pink stilettos. "Come in and sit down my man, let's get down to business" said Johannes. Here you have another pair of utterly gorgeous black guys, well kept and smooth in speech. They speak with their eyes and familiar expressions more than anything. Though mere security guards and gas station attendants, and not nearly as wealthy as Johannes' cousin Cecile, they have their appeal. They know what they're doing. "Where..." says Maurice as he sits down on the couch but Johannes cuts him off- "Shhhh", he motions, "let me see what you got here." Johannes snatches the outfits out from Maurice's lap and holds them up- "Aaah, this will work" he said, particularly intrigued by the female attire, "it's perfect- for her." "Man, what the fuck-Will-man, what the fuck" grunts Cecile, squirming on the cold floor. William ignores him, gazing into Victoria's dazzling blue eyes, "by all means lovely, don't be alarmed by my bareness, finish your job." Victoria gives William a devilish grin then her eyes direct down to the floor admiring the dimples on Cecile's ass cheeks choking his Speedos. She thought, 'He is cute.' Victoria spanks Cecile on the ass and grips his ass cheek. Cecile, in the midst of kicking and squirming, rolls over and gets up on his knees- "No! What the fuck is this? This is not how things work around here bitch. You're assaulting me!" as he attempts to rise to his feet. Before Cecile could get to his feet, a very nude William interjects and wails on him with his left fist, hitting him square on the chin. Cecile falls onto the floor, un-cushioned, and unconsciously curls up like a baby. Melinda and Belinda were in shock, screaming at the blow that Cecile took. "What are you doing?!?!" yelled Belinda in a panic, "Don't do this!" Victoria was not alarmed. The way this beautiful man stared at her as he got up from the couch, completely nude, and took charge of Cecile appeared to her in slow motion. She is beginning to like William, but not more than Cecile-of course. "Poor baby" pouts Victoria as she looks at Cecile completely knocked out on the floor. "Dearest take care of you." Her precious blue eyes works like a mirror for long black cocks. 'Her' is Petra. The blonde Hungarian kitten confined to Cecile's wine cellar. She stands at 5'2 with a soft hour glass shape. Her tight waistline compliments her big perky breasts & perfectly chunky backside. Her face is sharp and angelic. Cecile's cellar has been an awakening for 19 year old Petra. After 3 weeks in this cellar she still isn't sure in what manner she should scream. For her one thing is for certain; she has developed a passion for black men. "These will work right?" asked Maurice as he pours himself a glass of Scotch. "Perfect" replied Johannes; smoothing out the outfits and laying them over the side of the couch, "so ...want to get down to business?" "You don't have to ask me twice." "I hope you like watching yourself on tape" said Johannes. "Don't tell me he wired the cellar too." "Of course" replied Johannes with a bright smile. "Fuck it." Johannes and Maurice are both tall and slender. Maurice is more slender, so slim that Johannes always jokes about punching him in chest and making his shoulders touch. Maurice, to his credit, has no problem getting the ladies with his father's features. He has a bright smile and squinty light brown eyes. Johannes has dark brown eyes and a equally bright smile. Their identical goatees make them look like twins. They carry on down one of the many halls of this old fashioned $ 1.5 million dollar villa and come to the cellar. Just the existence of this place puts Cecile's partnership with William in jeopardy. If only his partner knew about what goes on in his cellar. She could hear them again. Talking. Moving around. Drinking liquor. Loosening their belts. She closes her eyes briefly and sits up on the mattress only wearing one of Johannes tee shirts, wrapped in a velour cover. She leans over a little bit, looking down a long row of French wines, staring right into the dark stairwell. It's cold. Her nipples are hard. Her legs have goose bumps. The boys open the door to the cellar. "Whoa, it's cold down here" said Maurice, taking a swig from the bottle of scotch. "Of course it's cold down here stupid. It's always cold down here. Why do you think you brought those?" "Aaaah" Petra knows why. She is the one that should be complaining. She would complain but when Johannes arrives he brings body heat. He has weight. He has length. A big, long, warm cock and nice warm cum. She is dependant on 'Master'. He is the kindle to her fire. "Cece' says to always keep it cold for her. He won't have it any other way." "God, you talk about her like she's your pet" said Maurice, putting the bottle up to his mouth and laughing. "She is ..." Their shadows appear from the darkness at the bottom of the stairwell. Petra looked the dark figures up and down. "Hey baby doll" said Johannes. "Master" she said with a parched smile. The truth is Petra doesn't know many English words beyond 'master'. Her English is rather limited but with 'master' she seems to get by. Petra gets up from the bed and stands across the room from them, staring at Maurice. Johannes flips the switch and the murky cellar lights comes on. The boys approach petite Petra and tower over her. Petra could not help rubbing her inner thighs together as the cold air flows up her bumpy legs and right up the flimsy tee shirt. "Put this on" said Johannes, handing the plastic covered outfit and shoes to Petra. Petra holds up the outfit, looking it over, noticing that this see through number will not produce much heat. She must listen to master. The boys then retreat to the other end of the cellar next to the row of ageless Sicilian wines and begin changing themselves- "You sure she can handle both of us?" asked Maurice. "We're about to find out." "But she looked kind of scared Jo'..." "So? Looks like you're the scared duck kid. You want to do this or what?" asked Johannes. "Fuck yeah" "Well then, hand me mine, its cold down here." The boys change their clothes and appear in front of Petra who is standing beside the mattress wearing a pink-fishnet cat-suit; the material clinging to her skin, complete with matching 3 inch stilettos. Her piercing blue eyes glowing from out of the shadows. Johannes and Maurice are simply wearing white thermo outfits. Johannes requested thermos because of the cool temperature of the cellar. The crotch is cut out of both outfits and the boy's cocks hang, gradually getting harder, as they stare into Petra's eyes. "You" said Johannes, pointing at Petra, "Over there" as he motions her to sit in front of the bar. "Yes master." Petra, who is still rubbing her inner thighs together, patters along in her stilettos over to the bar. Johannes has her sit on a stool facing the bar and they approach the bar with their big black cocks swinging. Of course when wearing no panties, her cold; supple ass cheeks bound like jelly around the seat of the stool. She needs to be touched. She needs warmth. The boys recognize this as they approach in their thermos, only exposing their cocks. They get close to her, breathing on her neck. Groping her. Starving for her flesh. Squeezing her ass cheeks. Arms around her waist. They both sit atop the bar, facing pretty blonde Petra. She has her arms folded, sitting up straight as they sit on both sides of her. They inch closer to her, their cocks limp ...but hard. She looks back and forth at their cocks, not moving her head.. 'They look so warm' she thought. She needed that warmness as she unfolds her arms and begins stroking both cocks simultaneously. Master did not tell her to do so but she thought she should take initiative. Petra lightly strokes their shafts up and down in her small palms, making both of the boys fully hard. Johannes kicks the stool from under Petra and she is a little shaken, but left standing in front of the bar with two beautiful black cocks all for herself. "You" said Johannes, which always grabs her attention, "start sucking." The boys shimmy even closer to each other, thigh to thigh, crossing their arms behind each other. Petra did what master instructed her to do. Attack these cocks. She titled her head, running her mouth and tongue up Maurice's shaft as she looks into master's eyes. She comes to the tippy-top of it and swirls her tongue around the head, diving her head and sucking it up and down as she frantically jerks off master with both hands. She literally sucks on Maurice's cock, hard, and then stops with a loud pop. She begins jerking him off and switches to master, looking right up into his eyes, flipping her long blonde hair to the side. She kisses up his shaft, giving it little pecks, kissing the head, then spits on it. She wraps her lips around his long skinny cock and begins choking herself, with the help of masters hand mushing her down. Petra looks down, holding his cock in the back of her throat, and they both release, along with strings of saliva. Petra runs her hand up and down the shaft, feeling it and looking at it. She goes back in and sucks on the head while she jerks off Maurice with hard strokes, all the way down and all the way up, rolling the skin in her hand. Petra loves bbig warm cocks. She begins sucking off Maurice once again and this time has both hands free as master grabs her silky blonde hair tightly, letting the movement of her head guide his hands. Amidst the heavy breathing and taunts to go deeper, Johannes lets go of Petra's hair and gets off of the bar. He picks up the stool from the floor, lifts it up and Petra sits on the cold stool as she eagerly slobbers all over Maurice's cock. He tears a big hole in the crouch of her fishenets, and begins kissing and licking Petra's ass cheeks, going under it and running his hands up her velvety soft back; palming her ass cheeks, jiggling them, spitting on her asshole and fingering her. In effect Petra begins sucking Maurice's balls, juggling each one around in her mouth, running her tongue over them together; rubbing her spit all over his cock, making it as shiny as possible. Sucking on his cleanly shaven balls as Maurice's glistening hard cock stands perfectly with no assistance. Petra's eyes rolled. 'So warm' Johannes comes up for air, breathing heavy; his middle finger plugged in her asshole, with the other hand ripping the hole in the fishnets even further, exposing Petra's entire ass to the cold air. Petra lightly thrusts up and down on Johannes finger as she deep throats Maurice. "Thatta' girl" says Johannes as he watches his middle finger disappear in her tight pink asshole. Petra moans to herself as she slides her warm tongue up the shaft of Maurice's cock; rolling her eyes. Johannes made use of his cock and began spanking Petra's ass as she thrusts up and down his middle finger. Maurice tilts his head back as Petra wraps her little fist around the shaft; taking it in her mouth as deep as possible. He removes his finger from Petra's anus and her lithe ass cheeks squish against the stool when he begins licking her asshole, letting his saliva drip all over her hairless pussy. Johannes is only interested in the asshole, obviously. Master already knows the pussy is his. He licks her asshole around the rim and then deep inside, spreading her ass cheeks firmly. As Petra leans forward coating Maurice's cock with her soft tongue, large spit bubbles appearing and disappearing, Johannes comes up for air and plugs his middle finger up her ass again, spanking her left ass cheek with his cock. Maurice leans forward and momentarily catches eye contact with Johannes. 'Fuck her' He pulls out the lube and lathers it around her asshole and inside, fingering her more, making her asshole nice and moist. Blonde Petra liked the warm liquidly feeling of the lube and groans as she smacks herself on the cheek with Maurice's stiff cock. Johannes assesses the situation and pulls Petra's stool closer to him. Here he is with his best friend, sitting on the bar with a head bobbing up and down in his lap and himself in identical dress; with their cocks hanging out of their tight fitting thermo underwear, about to fuck this poor young Hungarian blonde up the ass. The way it should be. He grabs the base of his cock and makes the skin really tight and the head really fat as he begins sliding it into her asshole. Petra braces herself as she looks back at master with her soft blue eyes, squeezing Maurice's cock harder and harder as her asshole widens. Master slides it in, slides it all the way out, slides it in deeper, slides it all the way out, even deeper-until his long, skinny, fleshy shaft disappears up her ass. He looks down as she slowly begins circling her hips, watching his big black cock moisten within her powder white bottom. Petra deep throats Maurice's cock each time Master goes in deep. She wants to cry for Master. She needs Master to know she feels him all the way inside of her. Johannes grabs Petra's hair as he thrusts forward, bringing out the dimples in his ass cheeks, and she lifts her ass off of the stool just a bit and begins fucking master. Maurice looked down with a frown of pleasure as Petra's gorgeous mouth wraps around his big black cock; the head beautifully concealed in the soft inside of her cheek, watching her ass cheeks bounce off of Johannes' pelvis harder and harder. He pulls all the way out, slides it all the way in, pulls it all the way out, slides it all the way in, pulling out his glossy cock and spanking her on the ass cheeks. Petra could feel the coolness going up her asshole as she looks back at masters cock, jerking off Maurice with both hands. She moans to herself as it bounces off of her ass. Her ass cheeks are cold with goose bumps, her pussy is wet and warm. Johannes looks up at Maurice and motions him to fuck Petra. Much to his oblige, Maurice hopped from the bar top and positioned himself behind Petra, mindful to how hot and slippery her pussy must be. Johannes interjects for a moment and removes the stool from under Petra. She stands and almost stumbles, still clad in pink stilettos and pink fishnet, matching her tight yet sloppy pink pussy. Maurice completely palms her ass cheek as he maintains his own balance. He wasted no time sliding it all the way in, sliding it all the way out, sliding it in deeper and deeper, until it disappears in all her wetness. Maurice thrusts slowly and holds his cock deep into the softest place on earth, putting her hands on the bar then wraps one of his in her soft blonde hair. He uses her hair for support as he thrusts back and thrusts in harder, amazingly even deeper while Petra's knees touch, relying on her 3 inch stilettos for poise. Petra loves sex and she's not afraid to show it, even when knowingly expendable, privy to the fact that she's only a petite little slut in Cecile's cellar. With her eyes half shut and her bottom lip hanging, she too feels appreciative of new cock and being fucked in her pussy for the first time after 8 long days, a master's week-of anal training. Maurice rocks forward and pulls her hair tighter toward him, completely plunged in her pussy, the thermo material around his pelvis mashing up against her ass cheeks. He slightly moans to himself and then begins fucking her faster. Petra gradually responds and meets him half way with every thrust, moaning each time they meet. She's moans faster, then faster, then is forced to switch to an extended groan as Maurice holds his thrust, his long black cock deeply lost in her warmest of places. A single tear fell from Petra's eye. Petra frowns as she grinds on Maurice's cock, pushing it even deeper inside herself. Maurice, still with a fistful of her pretty blonde hair, pulls tighter as Petra leans her head back. She arches her back and grinds on his cock even harder until Maurice begins banging her quite squarely in solid synchronization. Maurice pulls out his glistening cock on a down stroke, then uses both hands to rip her fishnets even further. He then grabs her ass cheeks and places his long black cock between them like a heavenly hot dog. The soft skin of his penis rolls down and that beautiful head disappears, only to reappear as he strongly strokes upward, tightening the skin and making the head of his cock pulsate as it seemingly gets fatter with every up stroke. He squeezes her ass cheeks as he strokes up and down, up and down-until shooting ropes of warm sperm all over her ass cheeks. Petra felt weak at the knees. She could feel his cock pumping out all of that warm cum as it landed on her ass cheeks. The warmness of cum on her skin in this terribly cold cellar amazed her. Maurice continued stroking as it squirted out and dribbled off the head of his cock. He then stops and turns Petra around. Petra faces him and looks into his eyes, her's half shut. Maurice proceeds to rip Petra's fishnet outfit from the neck down to her crotch. Johannes joins him and they rip and tear at Petra until the 'outfit' lands on the floor. Petra drops to her knees and begins hugging Maurice's leg, getting warmth from his thermos. Maurice pushes her off and wipes his spent cock all over her neck. Johannes looks on with a full erection and pulsing head. "Suck my cock" he says forcefully. Petra, kneeling on the cold cellar floor, now only wearing her cute pink stilettos, wraps her fist around the base of Johannes' cock and begins greedily sucking on the big fat head. Johannes arches his back and puts both hands behind his head as Petra slobbers all over his cock. The warmness of it all made Petra masturbate as she sucked on his big black cock. Maurice re-hardens almost instantly as he watches this perfectly blonde princess please his friend. Petra reaches over and starts jerking him off with the other cock filling her mouth. They then stand pretty Petra up and escort her by hand to her bed, which has no box spring. She sits on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed and eagerly sucks their cocks back and forth for quite a while until Johannes lays on the bed and instructs his slave girl to ride him. Petra complies and looks down on his collected facial expression as she straddles her master. She continues to look him in the eye as she grabs the base of his cock and directs it into her pussy. Johannes quickly reaches up and wraps his hand around her throat, demanding she put it up her ass. Petra gives him an intense look and does what she's told as she presses the pulsating head of his cock against her tight little asshole. She guides it in as she leans back on it, feeling it slide all the way up her glorious passage. Petra begins riding her master slowly with her hands pressed firmly on his chest. He puts his hands on her waistline and gradually starts mercilessly pounding her ass. Johannes fucks her ass rather hard as Maurice comes over and stands next to Petra, grabbing her hair and making her suck his cock. Petra continues to get her ass fucked smoothly as she sucks on Maurice's cock and deep throats for him. She was doing such a great job that Maurice yanked her hair back, made her look him in the eye, and shook her head as the saliva dripped off of her chin.