9 comments/ 26400 views/ 5 favorites Swordplay By: fieryjen I can hear the air enter my lungs as I inhale, and it seems like the only sound in the room. Everything else is blocked out, the sound of our boots shuffling on the cold stone floor, the constant crackling of the torches. I can't afford to pay attention to any of it now. I don't have enough energy left to concentrate on anything but the task on hand: blocking the next hit. I raise my tiring arms once again, and just in time to meet Athei'an's vicious blow. I am knocked back a step as he pushes further, the tip of his right blade slipping under mine and slicing my wrist superficially before I can knock it away. "You need to be quicker," Athei'an instructs me, his whirling blades coming at me again without giving me a break. He is relentlessly testing my defenses now, and I know that it will only be a matter of time before I make a more dangerous mistake. "I see a hundred openings I could take," Athei'an taunts me, „a hundred different ways to spill your blood, should I wish to." He looks down at me as his tatooed face breaks into a smirk. I know that he is probably correct. My body is aching, my reaction is slowed, and although I realize that my defense shows big holes, I cannot fix them. I grimace and try to ignore his taunting, to shut out the ringing of metal on metal that vibrates through my arms, and to forget about the pain in my muscles that is steadily growing worse. Instead, I concentrate on the position of my body, line it up correctly and raise my swords in defense as he attacks me yet again. Both of his swords come down at me in a complicated maneuver, one that I am unfamiliar with. I blink my eyes in an effort to clear them from the sweat that is dripping down my face, and I grit my teeth as one of my swords connects with his and my muscles ache in protest. His red eyes glare at me mercilessly as he brings down his second sword with unhuman speed and strength, and I raise my weaker left arm to block it. The blow brings me to my knees, and Athei'an quickly points a blade at my heart, while the other one slips away from my blocking sword and tickles my throat. Once again, the only sound I can hear is that of my own breath, being drawn in sharply, but it is followed by that of metal on stone as my swords clatter to the floor. "You're dead," Athei'an growls, obviously displeased with my performance today. I lower my eyes as he pulls his swords away and sheathes them. My chest is still heaving rapidly and I struggle to stand, having given the fight all the energy I had. I am hoping Athei'an will leave, but he is standing a few feet away from me with no apparent intention of doing so, watching my struggle patiently. I close my eyes in shame as another attempt to get to my feet fails, and my knees and hands slap the floor painfully. "Get up, you pathetic little bitch!" No matter how exhausted or hurt I am, the fear he induces within me is always stronger. I bite my lip and try to ignore the pain, ignore the almost uncontrollable shaking of my muscles as I slowly and clumsily get to my feet. I consider picking up my swords for a moment, but I'm afraid I might fall over again should I try. Then I stand, looking down at the stone floor, waiting either for Athei'an's wrath, or for his mercy. "You disappoint me," he remarks after a few seconds, and I flinch. „You don't seem to understand a thing about your swords, and Hell knows I've tried to teach you. What else is it going to take to make you understand? Now, pick them up." I gulp, staring down at the two sleek pieces of steel. I am scared of what Athei'an will do to me if I don't obey his command, but I am also scared of what he will do if I fall to my knees again. My neck prickles with the anticipated fear as I stretch my lame arms towards the ground, then bend over at the hip and try to reach the hilts with my fingertips. What I don't expect at that moment is the aggressive push Athei'an gives my body, one that sends me flying and crashing into the wall behind me. The air is knocked from my lungs as I lay there, dazed. "This is pathetic!" Athei'an screams, starting towards me enraged. I yelp and cover my face as he draws his sword and lashes out, just to hit my upper body with the flat of his blade. I whince as the newly inflicted pain hits my consciousness. "On your knees," I hear him say, this time dangerously calm. I obey as well as I can, and a searing pain shoots through my scalp as he grabs my hair and pulls it straight up. I freeze, waiting fearfully for a blow that doesn't come. For a few seconds, it is oddly quiet, but I don't dare move. "There was a time when I thought you would actually be willing to learn," Athei'an states, drawing the tip of his blade along my upper arm without drawing blood. "There was a time when I was convinced that you would give the swords your all, that you truly wanted to learn how to wield them. I'm not so convinced anymore." The cold steel settles on my scalp, below his hand, and I gasp when I realize what he is about to do. "You are not willing to make sacrifices." The blade moves, subtly, but I can feel the release of tension from the back of my head before the few red curls softly touch the floor next to me. I keep quiet, because I know that any sound from me right now would just enrage him. "What do you say, my slave?" he asks, and the tip of his sword wanders off again, this time down my neck. I'm not sure what to say in answer to this, so I keep quiet while the metal slides over my skin, his other hand caressing the hair he still holds. "What do you say?" he repeats, placing the sword back below his other hand, and I realize that I had better answer him now if I didn't want to lose any more hair. "Please," I manage to say. "Please what?" "Please... I want to learn. I will give it all I have." He removes the metal from my head and suddenly pulls me to my feet by my hair, which makes me yelp out in pain and surprise. He twists my body viciously and throws me to the side, and my back crashes into one of the tall, slim pillars that line the training hall. Before I can slide down the cold stone though, he grabs my throat and holds my body up. "I seem to recall you telling me exactly this the last time," he claims, face close to mine. "And yet, it doesn't seem to be enough so far, does it?" My vision starts to blur as he keeps constricting my airflow. I try desperately to focus on something, and the arm he is holding me with is conveniently close. My eyes follow the blue veins that lie so clearly right below his skin, until I can't distinguish them anymore and give in to the tempting blackness that rises behind my eyes. I feel myself sliding for a moment, but I cannot figure out if the feeling is real or imagined. Two well-placed slaps in the face bring me back to consciousness. He has released my throat, but is hauling me back to my feet by my left arm now, and he seems annoyed. "Stand on your own," he orders me, and I do my best, grasping the pillar behind me for support. He steps away from me and walks around the pillar, out of my field of vision, which I don't understand at first. Then, he takes both of my hands and pulls them back, one on each side of the pillar, before laying his sword horizontally across my palms and wrapping my fingers around the blade. leaving my back pressed against the cold stone. "Don't let it fall," he warns me, and I whince as I realize the implications of my predicament. I am essentially bound, and mostly by my own fear of him. Almost carelessly, he holds out a hand as he walks back to face me, and I catch one last glimpse of him before the torches in the room are extinguished by a strong gust of wind, called by him. Only darkness remains. For a few minutes, he leaves me alone with my fears, my breath growing shorter and my hands growing moist and sweaty around the metal. I know instinctively that he is right in front of me, looking at me with those eyes of his that are not hindered even by complete darkness, but he might as well be miles away for how alone I feel. There is nothing but my pain and the darkness, and eventually I am so spooked that I start to shake. That's when I feel the tip of the blade on my throat. I will myself to remain calm as much as I can. The metal rests heavily on my skin, the coldness sending such extreme signals that I cannot tell if he has punctured my skin, cannot filter out if there is any actual pain. The blade lazily glides lower until it reaches the raised fabric of my tunic between my breasts. I can feel him pushing slightly, until the fabric rips with a soft pop and the blade touches skin again. He works his way upwards to the hem of my tunic, then lower again, until the rounds of my breasts manage to push the fabric away. My body is rigid and I hold my breath as the fabric on one side is lifted away even further, and cold, sharp metal touches my hardened nipple. For one agonizing second I am convinced he will slice it, will deliberately inflict pain in this tender spot, but then he draws away and towards my belly. More fabric is sliced apart. He makes one fast, hard cut which scares me at first because it appears as if he is about to hurt me in a serious way, but then I realize that it is my belt that is now falling away. The sword keeps going, faster now, until I feel a final, subtle jerk as the lower hem of my tunic is cut apart. I can feel the fabric parting with a swoosh. I can feel the cold steel trailing lower still, inevitably reaching its goal between my thighs. "Spread your legs." It is the first thing that he has said to me since extinguishing the torches, and somehow, the simple sentence seems to resonate through me as I comply. My boots slide outwards, inch by inch, until he is satisfied and stops me with a slap of the sword on my inner thigh. I flinch, then tense as the tip of his sword determinedly starts to part the folds of my sex. Once more, I am acutely aware of every breath I draw, trying hard to keep calm and not to make any movement at all. I squeeze my eyes shut out of reflex, but I can't help making the tiniest of sounds as the metal slides ever so slowly over my clit, which pulses in response. My heart bangs against my chest in sheer silent terror as my inner folds are parted as well, and the metal tip stops at my entrance. "Are you scared?" I can hear his hoarse voice, and despite the tightness of my throat, I force myself to answer. "Yes." By the way he exhales, I can tell he is pleased at my answer. I don't know why. The sword remains in its dangerous place, however, and after a short moment I gasp at the new sensation of his finger stroking my clit. I am not sure if it is actually his finger, or one of his telekinetic tricks, but the sensation is the same either way. There is no way for me to completely keep myself from shaking this time. My hands grip the blade behind my back more tightly, and I can feel a burning sensation in both of my palms. Almost at the same time, I can feel the blade being removed from between my legs, and his warm breath on my cheek indicating he is close to me. "You look beautiful when you're scared," he tells me and slips one of his fingers smoothly inside my tunnel. I gasp, I didn't realize I am this wet. I turn my face in the direction where I assume his to be, but he pulls away from me again. I stand, alone. I feel one of his hands on my wrist after a few seconds. He has moved behind me. "Let go," he commands, and my hands uncurl from the sword, which he catches. "On your knees." I obey, turning around, my knees scraping on the rough floor as I bend over, using the pillar for support. He grasps my hands on the other side of the pillar, forcing the sword back into them and leaving my head in a very uncomfortable position pressed against the pillar. "Don't drop it," he reminds me while walking back around to my side of the pillar, and positioning himself behind me. I can feel one of his hands on my backside for support, and the other one stroking my clit once again, very softly. "Let's see if you have learned that lesson," he murmurs, and both of his hands move, first to part his tunic, then to grasp my hips on both sides. I know what is coming, but I still can't help whimpering when I feel the tip of his swollen cock touch my folds. Although I cannot see, I remember his cock from previous occasions, remember how my lips could barely manage to stretch around his width. And I know this is going to hurt. He starts out very, very slowly. I can feel the constant pressure, but the head of his cock stretching out my entrance bit by bit does not yet hurt. It's when he grips me harder and starts pushing more aggressively that I let out a moan of pain, but I grit my teeth and continue to push back against him as my body tenses. My hands grip the blade harder once again, causing slight, burning pain in my palms. I moan again as he slides further, deliberately slow, but it still almost feels like I have his fist inside me instead of his cock. I can feel every single vein of his member grazing the walls of my tunnel in an exquisite but painful friction. Also, there is the odd sensation of feeling my own heartbeat on the exact spots where his cock is pressing against me the hardest. When his hands tense once again, I squeeze my eyes shut in anticipation, but my body still shakes and I scream when he shoves my body forward with one good, hard thrust. My head knocks against the pillar, I can feel blood flowing freely down my fingers, and after a moment of searing pain I realize that I can feel his balls against the skin of my inner thigh. He is all the way inside me, a sensation I am strangely glad for. Athei'an gives me a moment to adjust, to get used to the sheer size of him inside me. I realize that I am covered with cold sweat, that my hands are shaking and so tightly clamped around the blade that I am beginning to worry. But I have no time for that. Athei'an uses the moment to pull himself almost completely out again, a feeling so exquisite that I can't help but moan again. He doesn't seem to mind, but still, when he sheathes himself inside me again, he does it so hard and fast it's almost brutal. More blood on my hands, and an excitement about this act that is starting to build inside me and kind of hard to ignore. He pulls out again, going steady, but faster now that I have stretched out and gotten used to his size. His movements evolve into a continuous pounding that knocks my head into the pillar repeatedly and leaves me breathless. I can feel that his hands are starting to get slick with his own perspiration, and so are mine, which makes the burning sensation from the cuts so bad that I almost scream. Almost. But I promise myself that the only sounds I will make will be in response to Athei'an himself. And as far as I can judge from the way I tighten around Athei'an's cock without my will, and from the way my clit pulses to every one of his strokes, louder sounds will soon be inevitable. I can hear his breath going faster now as well, and I know it excites him to have me so submissive and unresisting below him. I push back against him with all my might, allowing him to thrust into me as hard as he can, which makes me groan as the tingling sensations grow and the pulsing of my clit gets almost too much to bear. "Please," I beg, my mouth suddenly dry as he slams inside me agressively, and I feel something big build up from the tingling excitement that threatens to sweep me away. I feel his breath on my back, short, shallow gasps, and I know he is close as well. "Please," I say once more, and he finally gives in and, with one final thrust, sweeps us both away. I can feel him spurting his cum inside me as my mind spins wildly and my body shakes, my hands clench around the blade as hard as they can without regard to injuries, and I scream, long and hard and loud as my body spasms in ecstasy. I can feel the heat run through every single part of me, and I can feel the pain too that spreads through my tired muscles, but in this state I just don't care about it. Finally, my body gives in and I sink onto the floor, hands still raised so the sword will remain lifted up. Athei'an slips out of me and simply kneels there for a few moments. This time, I can hear his breathing along with my own, and for a few minutes those sounds are the only ones in the room. My arms are starting to shake uncontrollably, and I know that I need to be released from this soon, or else the sword will inevitably fall. Athei'an notices. I can feel him getting up, and he reaches around the pillar and carefully lifts the sword from my grasp. Searing pain greets me once again as I attempt to move my hands, and I hiss through my teeth. "Don't worry. They will heal." Athei'an wipes the blade on the remnants of my tunic before sheathing it, then helps me straighten up. I want to stand, but at this point, my body just doesn't heed my directions anymore, and so I sink back toward the floor without a sound. As soon as Athei'an notices me slipping from his grasp, he hugs me to keep me from falling, then scoops me up and proceeds to carry me towards the exit of the training hall. I can only see my surroundings dimly as we step outside, back into the torchlight, and I decide not to fight unconsciousness. Swordplay WARNING: The following story depicts fictional people, in fictional erotic situations. Do not attempt to emulate them. Playing with swords is dangerous. Sword-swallowing, let alone having sex with a sword, is not something you should try at home. Ever. If you are intelligent enough to understand the difference between 'reality' and 'fantasy,' I'm sorry for this warning. Read on. If not, then you are a moron and nobody else is legally responsible for your stupidity! * The camera zoomed in, focusing in on a tall and elegant middle aged brunette woman. She was wearing a short red sequin dress that showed off a more than generous portion of both her legs and cleavage, as well as the tattoos that formed a pattern up and down her arms. She smiled, her lips heavily made up with a deep red lipstick. "So this is Audrey," came a voice from off screen. "Hello," she said, making a little curtsy as she continued smiling at the camera just as she had practiced. "And she came to us because she wanted to be in one of our videos," the voice continued, "Why don't you turn around and let them get a nice view of that big sexy ass of yours." Audrey complied, rubbing her hands over across her breasts and sides, slowly sliding down to her hips. She turned around, gently thrusting her hips and sticking her ass, giving the future audience an incredibly erotic view of her curvy backside. Slowly turning back around, she slid her hands back over her body, stopping to squeeze her breasts together, emphasizing her cleavage once again. "Mmm," she literally purred at the camera, her voice husky with desire, "Do you like that?" "Oh yeah," replied the cameraman, "I think they'll like that... I like that!" "Yeah," Audrey whispered, "I bet you do!" She continued to make her sensual poses, playing up her sexuality for the sake of the camera. Audrey smiled as she noticed a bulge slowly starting to rise in the cameraman's pants. She still had it! "So... ummm... Audrey," the cameraman continued, trying not to get distracted by this middle aged vixen, "Why don't you... ummm... why don't you take a seat on the couch..." "Anything you say lover," she said, putting a definite emphasis on that last word. As Audrey turned and walked towards the couch, the camera focused in on her delectable ass as it swayed back and forth temptingly. She climbed onto the couch, sprawling herself out with her legs up on top of the couch. One got the distinct impression that you could just see up her skirt if you were at the right angle. Unfortunately, the camera was not, only going far enough to give the viewers a better look at her shapely thighs. Knowing the effect that she was having on the cameraman -- and hopefully the future audience as well -- Audrey simply smiled and rubbed her hand across the creamy white skin of her legs. "So... umm... Audrey," the cameraman finally managed to stammer out, still trying to regain some sense of composure, "Why don't you... umm... tell us something about yourself." "Of course," she said, "My name is Audrey, and ummm... I don't know." She just giggled, acting like a woman half her age. "How old are you Audrey," the cameraman asked. "I'm forty," she said. "You're forty," the cameraman exclaimed, "Well you don't look like it! You're a freaking cougar is what you are!" "Growl," Audrey replied, doing her best to flirt with the camera. "Is that the noise that a cougar makes," the cameraman chuckled. "I don't know," she laughed, "Probably." "Cute," said the cameraman, "Now you told me that you were in the circus, right?" "Yes," said Audrey, "I was." "And is that where you got the tattoos," the cameraman asked. Audrey leaned forward, trying to give the camera a better view of the various patterns that were inked up and down across her arms. "That's right," she said, "It was part of my act." "And why don't you tell the audience watching this what your act was," said the cameraman. "I was a sword swallower," she smiled. "You hear that guys," the cameraman said, "Audrey here was a sword swallower. And guess what? She's actually volunteered to give us something of a... demonstration of her *ahem* talents, isn't that right Audrey?" "Mmm hmmm," Audrey nodded. "Okay," said the cameraman, "Well why don't you go get your swords." Audrey slowly got up from the couch, carefully to make sure that her dress was just short of riding up. She intentionally shook her shapely butt as she walked past the camera, hoping that the audience who viewed her performance would appreciate that move. And then Audrey disappeared off screen for a moment. The cameraman left the camera running while she was gone, and after a little while, she sauntered back, carrying a handful of swords with her. Audrey smiled at the camera and set them down on the couch, giving the viewers a good look at her ass when she bent over. "Can I get a little music," she asked the cameraman. "Sure," he responded. There was a clicking noise as he pressed a button, followed shortly thereafter by the sound of vaguely Oriental music -- sitars, tablas, and a woman with a high pitched voice chanting in some Asian language or another - filling the room. "That good," the cameraman asked. "Perfect," Audrey exclaimed. As the rhythm of the exotic music playing off screen began to pick up, Audrey slowly began to fall into the familiar steps of her dance. She'd be doing it for so long that it was almost like a second instinct to her. Slowly, she began to work her hips, shimmying them back and forth suggestively. She turned back around, making sure that the camera got a good shot of her sexy ass. Then she turned again and arched her back, making sure that her ample breasts stuck out. "You like this baby," she asked, half-whispering. "Oh yeah," the cameraman replied. He wasn't quite sure if that question was directed at him specifically, or if it was meant for the future viewers at home. He didn't really care either. All he was concerned about was getting a little piece of ass once this shoot was over. Audrey just continued her dance, slowly slipping out of her red sequin dress. She was not wearing anything underneath, much to the cameraman's delight. First, she let her right boob pop out, tantalizing him with the sight of her nipple. Slowly, the rest of her dress slid down, until both of her magnificent breasts stuck out. Despite her age, her breasts were still very firm and perky with only the slightest hint of sagging. If anything, it was a testament to her daily exercises that kept her in shape all of these years. The cameraman snapped some still pictures of the topless middle aged woman as she continued posing for him, slowly turning her back to him once again. Another series of tattoos, only now visible, ran across her shoulders and down her back. Letting the rest of her little red dress slide down her shapely backside, Audrey finally revealed her delicious looking ass to the cameraman. She was not wearing panties either, so her whole butt was exposed, right down to the tattoo of a leaping tiger on her right butt cheek. Audrey let the dress slide down her legs and fall to the floor, slowly stepping out of it. She was now entirely naked in front of the camera, and continued to pose a few more times in the nude as her companion furiously snapped photos. "Great, great," he exclaimed, "This stuff is pure gold!" Audrey smiled, and then walked over towards the couch and picked up one of her swords. "Why don't we get a couple of you posing with the sword before we get going," the cameraman said, stepping out of the role of horny pervert and back into that of a respectable (well, semi-respectable... maybe...) professional. Audrey happily obliged him, taking the sword in hand and posing with it, as if she were some sort of big breasted Amazon warrior out of a Boris Vallejo painting. She held it, over her should, pointing down towards the ground, and even pointing it directly at the video camera, which was still filming her as this bizarre, yet strangely erotic, spectacle continued on into the night. It was all very well and good, but after a while Audrey began to grow impatient. She couldn't very well keep up posing and wearing nothing but a fake smile all night. "Can I start my act now," Audrey asked, perhaps a little too eagerly. "Yeah," the cameraman replied, "Sure." He set his camera back down and went back over towards the camcorder, making sure that he caught every moment as Audrey began the world's first erotic swordplay act. Holding her longsword aloft high above her, she opened her mouth as wide as possible and slowly began to insert it in her mouth. Carefully, she began to push more and more of it down her throat. Still completely naked, Audrey's breasts jutted out, her nipples rock her from excitement. She tried to remain absolutely motionless as the sword finally went as far as it could go. After pausing for a moment to let her cameraman snap some more pictures of her with her mouth stuffed by the metal object, Audrey pulled it out, and then began the entire process over again for good measure. She then returned to the couch, slowly working her way through everything from a Medieval looking broadsword to a curved scimitar from the exotic east, using each one in a similar act. The scimitar, with its fearsome looking curve, was by far the most impressive, as she had to take extra precaution not to cut herself as she accommodated the entirety of its length in her esophagus. For a brief moment, the cameraman wondered if it was strange that he was getting aroused by this once in a lifetime show. After all, this naked and sexy middle aged woman was standing in front of him, completely naked, and essentially giving fellatio to a series of giant metal cocks! He tried not to think about it too much, and perhaps unconsciously rubbed his hand across the ever expanding bulge in the crotch of his pants. Whether or not the cameraman actually noticed that move, Audrey certainly did. She smiled a little as she finished up her series of sword swallowing routines, making certain that he got enough time to snap some more photographs (and get even more aroused by her act, if that were even possible), and then returning to the couch to pick up her original sword. Walking over towards the video camera, Audrey once again began her sword swallowing routine, only this time, she began to feel up her body, gently moaning as she shoved the sword down her throat. She had to be careful. Audrey knew that even with all her years in the circus, this was the most dangerous performance she'd even attempted. But if she could pull this off... she would be a legend! And so, egged on by her overly horny photographer, she continued with the act. As she slowly took the sword out of her mouth, Audrey wrapped her lips around it as if it were a man's cock, leaving a smeared trail of lipstick along it. She then posed with the cold metal weapon pressed firmly against her warm, middle aged body. Audrey closed her eyes, leaned forward and kissed it, gasping like a woman in the throes of pleasure for the enjoyment of anyone who saw her performance. She then reached down and began to stroke her clean shaven pussy. "You ready for the next part," Audrey cooed seductively. "Fuck yeah," the cameraman exclaimed. Sitting her big, shapely ass down on the couch once again, Audrey spread her legs and began to finger her cunt. Starting with only a single finger at first, she slowly worked it up until she had two, and then three fingers ramming in and of our her cunt. She was slowly beginning to get sticky. The cameraman knelt over at his camcorder and zoomed in on her already juicy wet pussy. Audrey began to thrust her hips back and forth, tightly closing her eyes. With her head thrown backwards, the tattooed brunette started to scream out in pleasure. "Oh yeah," she said through her clenched teeth as she rocked back and forth, "Oh fuck yeah!" Certain that the former circus performer couldn't see him, the cameraman briefly snaked his hand down his pants and stroked himself. His cock was fully erect at the sight of the masturbating lady sprawled out before him on the couch, and a few drips of precum started to form, soaking through his boxers. The cameraman quickly snapped back to his senses, though, pulling his hand out from inside of his pants and taking a couple more pictures of Audrey. Once she felt that she had satisfied her carnal desires and was nice and lubed up, Audrey reached over to her side and picked up another one of her swords. Smiling for the camera, she brought it over to her face and licked it, running her tongue along the (intentionally dulled) edge of the fearsome looking piece of weaponry. Then, taking hold of it once more, she lovingly rubbed it across her body. Audrey gently poked her erect nipples as she slid it across her chest and then belly, adding a few sighs and moans for dramatic effect. Once she reached the end of her honey trail, Audrey carefully dragged the tip of the sword across her sensitive clit, toying with it while the cameraman zoomed in. Surprisingly, she wasn't done yet! Audrey continued to massage herself with the sword for a while, but then she sat up and spread her legs, slowly working the sword into her sticky wet cunt. Audrey knew that she needed to keep herself properly stretched and lined up for this trick to safely work. Already more than lubed up, the sword slid in, albeit slowly. It had to, though. Audrey didn't want to risk accidently cutting or stabbing the sensitive flesh inside of her reproductive organs. Once it had gone in a safe enough distance, Audrey slowly pulled it out. She moaned with real pleasure, and more than a little relief, as the few inches of the metal object came out of her, now sticky with her own juices. The cameraman was quite impressed, eagerly snapping photos of her as he filmed the bizarre (and yet strangely erotic performance), preserving it for all time. Audrey just smiled demurely and carefully worked the tip of the sword back into her cunt. It was tricky, but Audrey managed to get a rhythm going as she fucked herself with the weapon. With her shapely legs spread wide and raised up in the air, the cameraman was able to get an excellent shot of the woman's stretched out cunt, and of course her big sexy ass too. A small trail of her juices built up around the edge of her cunt and slowly dripped out onto her ass and couch as she continued to fuck herself. She was too lost in her own lusts to care at that point. "Think you can take more," the cameraman asked. "Mmm hmm," Audrey said, her breathing heavy and muffled. Stopping only briefly, the mature brunette reached across the couch and grabbed another one of her swords, carefully sliding it into her cunt alongside the other one. She then resumed thrusting the two swords in and out of her cunt, slowly stretching it wider as she did so. Audrey continued to process until she managed to work several swords up inside of her. Even she wasn't ambitious enough to try working all of them up in there though. At least, not yet... Finally, once she was stretched to her limited, Audrey managed to reach orgasm. Her eyes closed tightly, she breathlessly tried to word something as her entire body shook with pleasure. Her mouth, the bright red lipstick now smeared, went into the shape of an 'o,' but she made no sound. A thin coat of sweat covered her shapely body, and her breasts stood up as she was brought to the most intense ecstasy she had ever experienced in all of her forty years of existence. "Wow," the cameraman said as he continued filming. As her orgasm finally subsided, Audrey opened her eyes and looked up at the cameraman. She laughed slightly, and then began the arduous task of removing each sword from her womb individually, once again being carefully not to accidentally carve up her reproductive organs from the inside. Each sword was coated with a thin sheen of her womanly juices. She simply set them down on the floor. She would have to clean them when she got back to her trailer. The cameraman, still impressed by her unbelievable performance, watched as Audrey took the last few out, then after making sure he got one last shot of her stretched out and leaking pussy, shut off the camera. "That was amazing," he told her as he walked over and sat down beside her on the couch, "Do you... ummm.. have any other talents or..." Audrey cut him off before he could even finish that sentence, gently rubbing her hand across his still fully erect member. "Oh, I think I've got some more tricks you would like to see." As the tattooed, middle aged brunette sank to her knees, the cameraman unzipped his fly and let her take the full length of his shaft into her mouth. It looked like she really was a sword swallower after all...