2 comments/ 21193 views/ 3 favorites The Mystery of Lady Sienna By: The Mystery of Lady Sienna Finally, we reached our destination. I was led into a large formal dining hall. The brutish servant from earlier stood motionless at attention at the far end of the big room. A female dressed in what looked like a maid's costume from hundred's of years ago was busy at a sideboard. Two men and one woman also wearing velvet robes were already seated at the table. I was led to a chair next to the lone female guest and a man I presumed to be a butler stepped from an alcove and held my chair for me. I was totally taken aback by this sudden descent into the customs of a long gone era. The other guests did not speak but were clearly sizing me up. Just as I was about to speak to my dinner companions the side door opened and Lady Sienna entered the room on the arm of a handsome man dressed impeccably in a new looking old-style suit more suited to a swashbuckling movie hero than a modern man of wealth. My fellow dinner guests rose as the couple entered and I quickly followed suit. To my surprise the man that had escorted Lady Sienna into the room retreated as she took her place at the head of the table. "Welcome, my dear guests. We have a new member in our household this evening. This is Mr. George Miller. Mr. Miller your other dinner companions tonight are long-time guests in our home. Miss. Sarah Freedman has been with us about a year now. Mr. Derrick Berg and Mr. John Carmen have both been in our house for several years. Each of my companions nodded as they were introduced. Sarah was clearly a very pretty woman, however it seemed she was trying to conceal her beauty. I thought perhaps Lady Sienna did not want any competition and insisted Sarah try to appear plain. The gentlemen on the other hand were both clearly trying to accentuate their already handsome looks. Neither the man who had escorted our hostess or the various servants were introduced. I wondered if the servants had once been ‘guests' of the Lady Sienna. "Please, sit," Lady Sienna, said in a tone that was at once sweet and commanding. Lady Sienna stared directly at me as the servants set a bowl of soup before each of us. Her Dark eyes seemed to be boring into my soul. I shuddered and hoped my imagination could conjure up a story that she would believe well enough to keep me alive long enough to find an escape from my predicament. No one made a move to eat the soup that had been served. Finally, our hostess smiled and raised a spoonful of the thick white liquid to her lips. As she did so the other guests began to eat and I followed suit. It was the most delicious Vichyssoise I had ever tasted. The cold creamy potato soup slid down my throat as the delicate flavor tickled my taste buds. When the soup was finished, I complemented the lady on its quality as the dishes were cleared. "I am so glad you are enjoying your meal, Mr. Miller. Perhaps while we wait for the salad to be served you would care to tell us how you came to be on our lands?" I swallowed hard trying to conceal my nervousness. I had never been much of a liar, but I had never been in such dire circumstances before either. It took all of my willpower to keep my hands from shaking as I prepared to tell Lady Sienna the tale I had only partially concocted in my room before coming down to dinner. Somehow I kept my voice from cracking and managed to speak in an even nonchalant tone. "Well, ma'am, I am a traveler from a distant town. A simple man compared to you my Lady. My father's modest estate of course went to my oldest brother. I was apprenticed to a blacksmith, a most cruel man. After many years under his tutelage, it became clear he had no intention of honoring the apprenticeship contract. I would never be more than a servant to him and likely would have been worked to death. My breaking the contract of course brought shame upon my family and I had no choice but to leave my home and travel somewhere where I was unknown in an attempt to make my way in the world. I truly did not know I was on your lands. I am deeply sorry for the unintended poaching I did while traveling in this area. It was only to find sustenance and not for profit I assure you, my Lady. I am most grateful for my salvation at your hands, ma'am and I hope that my charming and beautiful hostess can understand my predicament and forgive my transgressions." I did not know where the story came from. It was likely something stored in the recesses of my mind from a long forgotten history lesson or a novel read in my youth. It mattered not; I just prayed it would be believed by my insane hostess and buy me some time. "Mr. Miller, that is a most interesting tale. You must be from a very great distance away from these parts not to know of our lands. Clearly you have had an arduous journey and an as yet unfulfilling life. I offer you my hospitality for now. I hope you understand the importance of proper behavior if you wish to remain a guest in my home." "But, I really…." I started to try to say that what I really wanted was to be allowed to continue on my journey when she cut me off. The salad had been served and she beckoned us to eat. We did as she commanded. It seemed her word was indeed law and no one here looked as if they had any intention of disobeying her. Like the soup the salad was amazingly delicious. It was a mixture of greens I was not familiar with and rather exotic looking vegetables. The dressing was a simple wine vinaigrette concoction. After the salad came a roast leg of lamb that melted in my mouth. Everything was so perfect I began to think I was dreaming. There had been little conversation during the meal except for an occasional comment on the deliciousness of the meal. It seemed Lady Sienna had accepted my story. Perhaps she would have accepted any story that fit with her reality. I was feeling a bit more comfortable. As the main course dishes were being cleared I attempted to start a conversation but was once again cut of by our hostess. "Dear guests please join me in the conservatory for desert and brandy," She said cheerily as she rose. The impeccably dressed gentleman that had escorted her into the room seemingly appeared from no where. She took his arm and the couple led us down a brightly lit corridor. To my surprise Sarah Freedman took my arm as the other two gentleman walked side-by-side in front of us. She whispered in my ear that it was nice to have a new handsome man in the house. "I do hope the Mistress allows you to stay," she said and kissed my cheek I was quite surprised by this sudden intimate moment. She had not spoken three words to me during dinner. In fact she seemingly had no interest in me at all while we ate. Was she also mad? Was I mad? Had I lost my mind and been committed to an asylum? Or was I in fact a traveler escaping a dreary dangerous life in a distant town? I was losing my grip on reality and growing increasingly concerned. The hall opened up into a large glass enclosed room. The thick old world glass was installed in heavy leaded framework. It reminded me of the pictures I had seen of England's Crystal Palace, though on a miniature scale. Candles burned throughout the room giving a beautiful soft glow to the exotic plants that grew in the exquisite ceramic containers in the room. The firelight danced against the glass beyond which only the dark foreboding abyss of the night could be seen. I imagined in the daytime one would see the delightful gardens I had viewed from my balcony on the other side of the thick glass. The marble floor was warm beneath my feet. When I asked about it later, it was explained that heated water was pumped through pipes under the floor to keep the room warm for the plants. We took seats on hand woven whicker furniture in the center of the grand sunroom. Our hostess once again took her seat alone, her escort having retreated to another room. Derrick and John sat together on a small two-seat sofa on one side of Lady Sienna and Sarah and I shared an identical sofa on the lady's opposite side. The sofa was small enough that Sarah's leg was pressed next to mine and she made no effort to stay to her side of the seat. The dessert was a rich multilayered chocolate cake that tasted has if it was laced with fine rum. Both tea and brandy were offered to accompany the cake. As we ate the group finally began to talk. They asked questions about my home and told me a bit of their homes and lives. The stories seemed familiar as if I had read or heard them before. The combination of fine Napoleon brandy and the rum in the cake had me feeling a bit woozy. I feared I would have difficulty maintaining my story if I was not careful. I wondered if perhaps the food and drink were drugged as part of a plan to get the real truth out of me. If that happened surely the big bastard I met earlier in my room would soon be enjoying torturing me to death. At some point I noticed Sarah's robe had fallen open a bit exposing her creamy, shapely legs. A familiar feeling stirred inside me. It had been awhile since I had had sex with anything other than my right hand. I quickly pushed aside those thoughts. It was not the time to be thinking about fucking the other guests. The last thing I needed was to displease Lady Sienna by choosing Sarah over her. Our hostess rose to her feet abruptly bringing the conversation to a halt. We all stood and waited for her to speak. "Bedtime my friends!" She said in a tone that offered no hope of protest. I had not been told when to go to bed since I was eleven years old, but I had every intention of honoring her order. "Thank you for a lovely evening my guests. We are very pleased to have you in our home. Perhaps tomorrow we will all get to know Mr. Miller a little more intimately," She said with a bit of a wry smile. When her escort returned and offered his arm she turned to us and said, "Sarah, please help Mr. Miller find his room, I trust you will all sleep well." Lady Sienna took the well dressed man's arm and disappeared down the hall. Derrick and John said a quick good night before rapidly exiting the room. I was left alone with Sarah and oddly feeling very nervous about being alone with the pretty stranger. However, I was also considering the possibility that it might give me a chance to learn more about this place. I smiled warmly at her as she placed her hand on my arm and tried to guide me out of the room. "How nice to have such a charming and pretty escort to show me around," I said in my warmest, most flirtatious voice. "Oh, sir I can not show you anything but to your room. The Mistress would be most displeased if I allowed you to roam about her home," Sarah responded in a very concerned tone. "I would never ask you to do anything that would put you in a bad stead with Lady Sienna. But, well perhaps we could sit and talk a bit before you lead me to my room. I am really not sleepy. Surely our hostess does not expect she can send us to bed as if we were children?" "I do not think it would be wise for us to tarry here, Mr. Miller. But I do not think the Mistress would mind if I sat with you in your room for a bit and talked before we retired." With that she pulled me to the door and I docilely followed her down the hall and to a different staircase than the one I had come down earlier. She explained that there were many passages and I should be careful if ever I was wandering around alone as it was easy to get lost. It felt like a warning for me not to try to get out of the house on my own. The stair case she brought me up was much narrower than the one I came down. I imagined this was the back servant's stairs in the original design of the home. After a long climb we arrived in a hallway. It was lined with heavy oak doors which I assumed led to bedrooms similar to mine. Sarah led me half-way down the hall before stopping and opening a door. It was the room I had been in earlier. I was surprised that there were no guards around and wondered if perhaps now would be a good time to make a break. But somehow I knew that would be a bad idea. Even if I could get away, I was sure my escape while being escorted by Sarah would result in a cruel punishment for the young woman. The thought of being the cause of her being harmed was too much for me, even at the expense of my own freedom. We entered the room and sat together at the table where I had eaten my first meal in the house earlier. As if someone had planned for Sarah and me to be sharing time alone in my room, there was a fancy crystal decanter and two wine glasses sat out on the table. The decanter contained a thick dark liquid that Sarah poured us each a glass of. It turned out to be the finest port wine I had ever brought to my lips. I thanked her for the drink and then decided to begin to find out exactly where I was. "Sarah, I do not wish to put you in any danger, but I must know where we are really? Who are you really? I was forced to make up a fanciful tale for Lady Sienna so she would not have me killed when she would not believe the truth. I know you are lying too, please tell me what is going on." I almost begged "I am sorry; I really can not tell you much, George. But no I am not who I said I was downstairs. That is my story for the mistress's pleasure." I saw a tear begin to form in her eye as she struggled with what to say to me. I placed my hand on her arm and gently caressed her wrist. "Please, you have nothing to fear from me, I must know the truth," I coaxed. "George, I simply just don't know the real truth of what this place is. All I know is like you when I told the real story of how I got here Lady Sienna called me a lying whore and the things she had her men do to me convinced me I needed a really good story if I wanted to live. The story I came up with is essentially the one you heard downstairs. She believes I am a poor unfortunate that was cast out by my step mother after my father died. She accepted that my presence on her property was forced upon me by some highwaymen that took advantage of me. For the past year I have been well treated and allowed to live a fairly luxurious if old fashioned life." "So what is your real story?" "Um, well, I allowed this guy I had been dating for a few months to take me camping in the mountains. It was really fun for the first few days; the two of us all alone in the woods enjoying nature and each other. On the third day we were skinny dipping in this little lake, just frolicking and having a great time. Anyway, we were having such a great time we didn't even notice the two young men that had snuck up on us. They were out hunting and all the noise we were making attracted them I guess." She was really crying now and her voice was cracking. Obviously these were painful memories that had been repressed and kept well hidden. I touched her cheek to reassure her as I encouraged her to continue her story. "Well when we did notice the guys watching us, Johnny, my boy friend asked them to turn around so I could get out and put my clothes on. Well as I am sure you guessed they refused. In fact they said they wanted us both to stay naked. Then the bigger one of the two opened his pants and exposed himself. He told Johnny to stay in the lake if he didn't want to get his ass fucked and told me to get out and come suck his cock. Well Johnny was brave and stupid and instead of doing as he was told, he rushed the guy even though they had loaded rifles. Before Johnny laid a hand on the big kid he got a rifle butt in his face. I ran over to him as he lay there unconscious with his face bleeding afraid they had killed him." She was sobbing hard now and could barely speak. I moved my chair closer to hers and put my arms around her. I told her that I had the picture and she didn't need to go on. She told me that she wanted to get it out; that she needed to tell someone who would believe her. "The one with his pants opened screamed at me that Johnny would be alright as long as I cooperated. Figuring I had no choice I went to him and got on my knees in the mud. He smelled bad; I guess he had been in the woods hunting and camping for a few days. I took his penis in my mouth anyway and fought the urge to vomit on him. He grabbed my hair and started humping my face while calling me all kinds of filthy names. Then his partner took his pants off and came up behind me. While the one was in my mouth the other started raping my vagina. Unfortunately, Johnny woke up. He charged them again and knocked over the one that was making me suck him just as his cock erupted. I tried to run away but the one that was behind me tossed me to the ground and made me watch as his buddy beat on Johnny. Johnny never had a chance. He was already dazed from the gun butt and the hunter was like a damn ox. Once Johnny was too hurt to move the big guy said, "I told you if you didn't want your ass fucked to be good, now you are going to be Billy's pussy boy!" Well the one that was holding me walked over to Johnny and made him get on all fours and then began to humping his rear end. Johnny's screams were awful. When they were through with Johnny they began taking turns with whatever part of me they wanted. After a few hours Johnny came to again and tried to help me. That time the big one just blew him apart with his rifle. That night while they were burying him I took off and hid in the woods. I guess they figured I would die out there alone and just took off with all our stuff and Johnny's car." I continued to hold her and started kissing her softly as she related the terrible story to me. But somehow I knew she had not come to the worst part of the story yet. "Well the next day I had no choice but to try and find my way out of the woods. I moved carefully; afraid I would run into the two guys again and they would kill me too. Sometime that afternoon a fierce storm like the one we had the other day moved in. I had no shelter and was naked and lost. I just kept wandering about until I came upon gardens of this house. One of the mistress's men found me scratching on the conservatory glass. He brought me in the house and the last thing I remember was being hosed off in a big tub and one of the maids attending to my cuts and bruises. The next morning I met Lady Sienna." She was drained and simply could not go on. I decided that the rest of the story could wait. I held her until she managed to stop sobbing. She looked at me and mouthed a silent thank you. I pressed my lips to hers and she willing parted her soft puffy lips and accepted my tongue. Even though my brain told me I was going down a dangerous path, I wanted her desperately. I slid a hand inside her robe and cupped her perfect round breast. She sighed happily as my fingers teased her hardening nipple. My cock jumped as I felt her warm flesh in my hand. "Please come to bed with me Sarah. I want you sweet lady. I want to make love to you and have us forget this place for as long as we can," I moaned. "No, wait. You need to hear the rest of the story. You do not know how cruel the mistress can be if she is displeased!" She pleaded as I continued to caress her warm soft breasts. "I do not care. I want to make love to you and then I will find a way to take you away from this place." "No! It is not possible! Do you think I have not tried? Do you think there is not anything I would not have done to get away; including seducing the vile man servants that do the mistress's bidding?" I was stunned for a moment. She was telling me she had let the bitch's evil bastard men use her in an attempt to get away and had only been fucked for her trouble. I didn't care, I wanted her and I was going to have her and then I was going to save her and myself. I kissed her hard, but she pushed me away. "You must listen to me, George! My Johnny was brave and stupid! Don't you be stupid; I can't watch another man die for me, please listen!" She begged with tears streaming down her cheeks. The Mystery of Lady Sienna "I am sorry, please finish your story. You are so pretty and desirable I just lost my head. I have never acted this way before. It must be this place," I said with growing despair. "On what I thought was the morning after I arrived here I met the Mistress. I actually have no idea how long I had been here, though a maid indicated I had slept for at least two full days. Anyway, when I awoke she was sitting in a chair watching me. I was naked and had no way to cover myself as there was no sheet or comforter upon the bed I was in. Instinctively my hands moved to cover my privates. Lady Sienna said that she was sorry but I had been found naked and suitable bedclothes were not available. She also told me that I would learn not to be modest in her presence." She spoke of Sienna in very reverent tones. But it did not seem to be a reverence brought on by genuine respect or out of feelings for the woman. Sarah was clearly terrified of Sienna. I wonder if I too would soon come to speak of her as my Mistress as Sarah continued the story. "Lady Sienna, then stood and came over to the bed and took my hand in hers, pulling it away from my privates. She touched my thigh and pushed it gently as if trying to get me to open my legs. When I did not spread myself for her she told me that I could comply with her requests or she could have her servants help me comply. As she said it two large men entered the room. The man that brought you down to dinner was one of them. I tried to yank my hand free to cover myself. Even after all I had been through I was mortified to be naked on display in front of the two strange men. The Mistress spoke harshly this time saying that if I did not open my legs immediately she would have the men open them. Having no choice, I closed my eyes and opened my legs. I tried to pretend I was not there as I lay with my privates fully exposed. Next Lady Sienna ran her fingers through my bush and then opened up my labia as if inspecting my vagina. I remember gasping when her fingers entered me. After she finished inspecting my most private inner parts she moved to my breasts. She squeezed them and pinched my nipples. When she returned to her chair she told me to tell her how I came to be on her land." I could see the pain on Sarah's face and felt her body shaking as she related the story of her arrival at Sienna's home. I was at once repulsed and fascinated by the story. I wondered why I had not been inspected intimately as Sarah was. Perhaps I had been inspected while unconscious. Anything was possible in the crazy world I found myself trapped in. I wiped away a tear from Sarah's cheek as she continued her tale. "I told Lady Sienna the story I just told you about Johnny and the hunters. That is when she accused me of being a lying whore. She also indicated that only a witch could travel in a fanciful vehicle like I had described. George, she really truly doesn't know what a car is! When I protested that I had told her the complete honest truth she stood and turned for the door. As she stepped out she said something about some time with her men would convince me to speak the truth. As the door shut behind her the big men began to shed their clothing. Once they were completely naked they moved toward the bed. As you know, the Mistresses men are large. Well they are large everywhere George and hairy. Their penises are unusually almost grotesquely large. They forced me to do things to them. They took me repeatedly in every way a man can take a woman. Then they left me stretched and sore from the huge penises and totally broken. I resolved at that moment to figure out what story the Mistress wanted and to do anything she asked of me. Another session with those two would surely have killed me." She fell into my arms sobbing and moaning that she was lost and that now I was too. She had lost all hope and become in her mind a minion of Sienna. I knew there was much more to her story, but I wanted no more of it tonight. I suggested she should get to her room and get some rest telling her I was worried that Lady Sienna might find out she was in my room so long and punish her. "No, that won't happen George. I am so sorry I was a bit deceptive with you. The Mistress wanted me to be alone with you. If you want me I am to let you have me. Don't worry though, I will tell her that as far as I can tell you told her the truth of who you are at dinner. George it is not so bad living here and serving her, you will see," She said with tears in her eyes. "Sarah, as I already told you I do want you. But, I do to want you if you are to be with me because Sienna ordered you to. If you want me then we can share my bed. If you are going to allow me to fuck you because that bitch ordered you to, please just go to your room," I said rather more angrily then I felt. "Please, don't be angry with me. Don't you see I had no choice but to be here? But now I do want you! You are a wonderful man. I just don't want you to start caring for me and get hurt over me. But please, I will sleep on the floor if you like, just don't send me away. The Mistress may think I failed to do as she asked," She pleaded with me. I told her I was not angry and that I understood. I also assured her I did not want Sienna mad at her and she could stay in my bed that night. She kissed me softly then asked that I please speak of Lady Sienna with respect. She said something about the guards and how their large penises might find other targets. Shivers ran through me at the thought of my virgin ass being ripped apart by the big-dicked apes that served Sienna. As much as the idea of being subservient to our captor repulsed me I decided that I had better be more careful, after all I had no way of knowing if my room was bugged. I suggested that we try to get some sleep. It was at that point that I remembered that I was nude under the robe and had nothing to sleep in. I also imagined Sarah was in the same predicament. As she slipped out of her robe she assured me that she was now quite used to being naked in front of others and had no problem sleeping next to me in the nude. Her body was nearly alabaster and almost perfect in form. Her medium sized breasts were delightful orbs with small dark areolas surrounding pert little nipples. Her pubic mound was completely hairless and smooth as if it had just been shaven. I recalled her mentioning Sienna touching her bush and figured the Lady had ordered Sarah's pussy hair removed. I would later learn that a special cream was used to destroy the hair permanently. Sarah realized I was looking at her in an admiring fashion and smiled at me. Then she turned to show off the rest of her body. Her ass was nearly as perfect and gorgeous as the rest of her. However it was marred with a few scars that I choose not to ask about. They were long healed and I imagined they had come during her first days in the house. When she turned back around she looked at me quizzically as if asking when her turn to see me was coming. I was even more apprehensive now that feasting my eyes on her body had caused my cock to begin to grow. She seemed able to sense the cause of my hesitation. "It is alright the other gentlemen guest's manhood all respond that way when the Mistress has me show myself," She said almost shyly. Damn, what sort of woman is Lady Sienna, I thought to myself as I let my robe drop to the floor. Almost as soon as it fell from my shoulders, Sarah ran over and scooped up the fine fabric. She folded it neatly and laid it over her own on a chair. "We must never disrespect the gifts our Mistress gives us!" She squealed. I could see she was genuinely concerned for my well being. I smiled at her and thanked her for helping me learn. I vowed to myself to let Sarah teach me to be properly subservient to Sienna. I would fool that bitch so as to gain her trust and then I would get Sarah and myself out of the nightmare. Impulsively I wrapped my arms around Sarah and pulled her into a tight hug. Her warm skin felt wonderful against mine and my cock continued to grow as it nestle against her silky white flesh. I noticed how tanned my own skin looked against her milky body just as our lips met. Our lips touched softly for a moment and then hers parted and I slipped my tongue into her waiting mouth. When her tongue touched mine it was like an explosion of pleasure coursed through my body. Our skin rubbed together as our tongues danced erotically in and out of each other's mouths. Our hands began to roam. Her touch was heavenly. All of the pent up desires from a long time without a lover and the frustration of captivity combined to build a passionate fire deep in my being. I no longer cared if Sarah wanted me for me or to please the bitch who seemed to own her. I wanted her and at that moment nothing could stop me from making love to that beautiful fragile young woman. In my mind we both needed to share the passion and forget our circumstances for a brief time. I broke our kiss and lifted her off her feet. She sighed as I carried toward the big plush bed. It was a contented sigh, the sigh of a woman who wanted to be carried to bed. I was convinced that our love making would be from our mutual desires and not the will of our hostess. I kiss her lips softly as I lowered her to the soft bedding. She held firmly to my neck, pulling me down on top of her enticing body. As I crawled onto the bed with her my throbbing cock brushed along her flesh sending shivers throughout my body. I feared I would cum from the excitement before I even entered her. She somehow seemed to know I needed time to settle down. She pulled her body away from mine as to avoid further stimulation of my cock as she took my hand in hers. She guided my hand to her pussy. She spread her legs giving me easy access to her hairless, hot, wet treasures. I gently opened her swollen pussy lips and slipped a finger between her moist pink folds. She squealed with delight as my finger tip found her already hard clit. I swirled my finger around her little button as I lower my mouth to her breast. Her nipple stood up as if waiting for my tongue. It did not have to wait long. I held her succulent tit in my lips as I flicked my tongue over her nipple. She was squirming on the bed, moaning softly, encouraging me to rub her clit with increased zeal. My thumb entered her hot, quivering pussy and she cried out in passion. Suddenly my hand was soaked. Her pussy gushed as her orgasm took hold. Unable to contain my own desires any longer, I climbed atop her writhing body. She spread her legs and wrapped them around me. Her silky thighs gripped me as I entered her. She pulled me deep inside her with her long surprisingly strong legs. I felt as if my cock had been encased in soft, wet mold. Her legs held me so tightly I was unable to move. However, I still felt a great deal of friction on my throbbing tool. She had such control that it felt like the walls of her pussy were rippling over my cock. The pleasure she was giving me so intense I was thrashing about even though I had no desire to be free of her grip. My tightening balls were dripping with her warm female cum and I knew I could not maintain control much longer. Suddenly she released me and pulled her knees up toward her heaving breasts. Her pussy was now wide open and the vise-like grip on my cock had been eased. She looked wide-eyed at me and moaned in the most erotic voice I had ever heard, "Fuck me! Hard! Now!" Her cry was both a plea and an order. I was helpless to do anything but what she commanded of me at that moment. I pulled back until my cock nearly left her tunnel and then drove myself back in to her depths. She gasped as my throbbing member impaled her and her quivering body told me she was cumming again. Encouraged by the lustful look in her eyes, I pulled back and drove forward again and again. The room filled with the sounds and the smells of raw uninhibited sex. I have no idea how long we fucked. I remember wondering how it was possible I could be in such a state of arousal for so long and not lose control. I later learned I had been given a drug that delays male orgasm; a drug that would become part of my daily routine. I do not know how many times my sweet partner came during the onslaught that was our love making that night. Her repeated moans and whimpers of release were like a grand symphony to me as our sweat covered bodies rubbed together. We were joined as one in pure animal lust. When finally my release came it was as if a flood gate had opened. My mind was spinning and my body alive with intense pleasure as I shot a torrent of my thick, hot seed deep inside Sarah's womb. When the last of my cream had oozed from my shrinking cock, I rolled off of her and lay unable to speak, paralyzed from pleasure and exhaustion. She rolled to me, laying her head on my shoulder. She softly kissed my stubble covered cheek and gently caressed my trembling body until I recovered my senses. We shared a brief, deep, loving kiss before drifting off to sleep in each other's arms. To be continued………….