The Covenant - Apprentice Basinger - Chapter 3
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I received another message from tormentor Cox this morning. I was to instantaneously report to bedroom 11 where I’d receive farther instructions.I’d heard nothing from him since my penalty a month ago. I’d been trying to keep my head down and work as rock hard as I could in the expect he’d hear good things about my progress, so I sincerely expected I wasn’t in grief again.I indeed really ...I indeed really want tormentor Cox to be pleased with me. In fact, for the last few weeks, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. He just exudes a sort of masculine energy which I find utterly forcing and hugely inspiring. It makes me want to be better… And I longed to perceive him inwards me again.So, I went to bedroom 11, heart thumping in my head. A note in the room’s antechamber informed me that I’d need to sundress myself in the milky ceremonial robes which were hanging, rather grandly, on a peg.It took me the longest time to figure out how to put them on. At first-ever view they seemed to be nothing but a mass of pleated milky fabric. I got into fairly a funk trying to put them on, worrying I was gonna get it all wrong and wind up being punished again. In the end I think I controlled to work it out. Of course, there was no mirror in the room, but I felt it looked like some sort of baggy toga.I took a deep breath, knocked on the door and was told to enter. As I opened the door, I heard a voice saying me to crawl, so I instantaneously got on all fours. The bedroom was blinding. nearly everything inwards was milky and it was indeed brightly lit. The walls were lined with yards and yards of opulent floaty fabric.I witnessed tormentor Fantana first, standing at the back of the room, looking impressively formal, in a unspoiled milky suit, t-shirt and tie. I couldn’t believe how jaw-dropping and wise he looked. The last time I’d seen his face, he was actually shooting a load inwards me!My eyes moved from Fantana onto a display of unspoiled red; an ostentatious, scarlet velvet blanket on a immense milky couch in the middle of the room. I don’t know why it took me so lengthy to notice it. It was the only bit of color in the bedroom and I guess it scared me a lil - nearly as tho that pool of crimson were warning me of danger.Then I witnessed tormentor Cox sitting on the couch and instantly felt this crazy bolt of electricity surging through my body. He was similarly clad to tormentor Fantana and looked every bit as wise and handsome… perhaps even more so. His dignified mustache was framing his face, making his beautiful, dark eyes look both doleful and dangerous.I crawled via the bedroom towards him and stopped at his feet. He told me to start washing, and some sort of instinct must have kneed in, because I knew I needed to cautiously liquidate his milky slippers and socks, gently dip a cloth into the cup of holy water in front of the couch and gently work it into his feet. I was half hoping him to stop me and tell me it was all wrong, but he said “very good” and told me to stand up.He revved me around and began to caress me so intimately. Fireworks instantaneously began exploding in my head and my entire assets began to shake. This was my master; the fellow who’d loosened me of my boyhood and made me a fellow in the most thrilling way. I was desperate to have him inwards me again. I needed to relive the energy surge which came when I felt his life-giving seed spewing out into my body. That moment, when he shoveled himself into me, I knew I was his forever. I was his to handle however he wanted. I would have done anything for him.He unzipped the fastenings on my ceremonial robes and they billowed down to the floor, leaving me totally bare and vulnerable. He instructed me to get on my knees before unbuttoning his belt and letting his pants and panties fall to the floor. His dick was rock hard and I deep throated it as lovingly as I could while he removed the rest of his clothes. I knew he luved it. He was sniveling gently.He sat back down on the couch and I continued to use my jaws to sheer pleasure him, taking my cues from the sounds he was making. I got completely carried away. I’d never done anything like it in my life before, but doing it with him felt right.He shoveled me on all 4s down onto the couch and I shovel my bootie towards him knowing what he wanted. A moment later, I felt the peak of his dick slipping over my slot and then leisurely making its way inwards me. I stayed as relaxed as I could, remembering from the last time that remaining quiet was important.And then he was making enjoy to me and my dick was rock hard as a rock. I could perceive the pre-ejaculatory fluid running in rivulets from my dick.I found myself looking heterosexual at tormentor Fantana, but he kept his eyes lowered, maybe out of respect. I desired him to look at me. I desired him to reminisce shooting his man-lava inwards me. I don’t know why, but I somehow needed him to want to do it again.But tormentor Cox’ dick felt so good. I loved that he seemed as sexually aroused this time as he’d seemed last month. If anything, he was humping me even harder this time. He got me on the bed, on my back, and told Fantana to hold my gams back so he could fuck me indeed deep and smooch me intensively at the same time. He seemed desperate for me. Addicted almost.Fantana was rubbing himself and gently touching my nipples. Then he pulled his rock hard dick out of his suit pants and I got on all 4s and deep throated it while tormentor Cox nailed me like some sort of crazy animal from behind.Then he began to convulse cruelly and roar and choke and all of a sudden I could perceive his life-seed entering me again, spewing out into me like he’d shoveled a hose fuckpole into my bootie and revved on the tap. As he extracted it squirted everywhere.Then Fantana told me to flip onto my back, and began fapping his dick right over my face, until he erupted into my mouth. Then he smooched me indeed passionately. And I lay there, total of the cum of these excellent men, perceiving stronger, bolder and more beautiful.
I received another message from tormentor Cox this morning. I was to instantaneously report to bedroom 11 where I’d receive farther instructions.I’d heard nothing from him since my penalty a month ago. I’d been trying to keep my head down and work as rock hard as I could in the expect he’d hear good things about my progress, so I sincerely expected I wasn’t in grief again.I indeed really ...I indeed really want tormentor Cox to be pleased with me. In fact, for the last few weeks, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. He just exudes a sort of masculine energy which I find utterly forcing and hugely inspiring. It makes me want to be better… And I longed to perceive him inwards me again.So, I went to bedroom 11, heart thumping in my head. A note in the room’s antechamber informed me that I’d need to sundress myself in the milky ceremonial robes which were hanging, rather grandly, on a peg.It took me the longest time to figure out how to put them on. At first-ever view they seemed to be nothing but a mass of pleated milky fabric. I got into fairly a funk trying to put them on, worrying I was gonna get it all wrong and wind up being punished again. In the end I think I controlled to work it out. Of course, there was no mirror in the room, but I felt it looked like some sort of baggy toga.I took a deep breath, knocked on the door and was told to enter. As I opened the door, I heard a voice saying me to crawl, so I instantaneously got on all fours. The bedroom was blinding. nearly everything inwards was milky and it was indeed brightly lit. The walls were lined with yards and yards of opulent floaty fabric.I witnessed tormentor Fantana first, standing at the back of the room, looking impressively formal, in a unspoiled milky suit, t-shirt and tie. I couldn’t believe how jaw-dropping and wise he looked. The last time I’d seen his face, he was actually shooting a load inwards me!My eyes moved from Fantana onto a display of unspoiled red; an ostentatious, scarlet velvet blanket on a immense milky couch in the middle of the room. I don’t know why it took me so lengthy to notice it. It was the only bit of color in the bedroom and I guess it scared me a lil - nearly as tho that pool of crimson were warning me of danger.Then I witnessed tormentor Cox sitting on the couch and instantly felt this crazy bolt of electricity surging through my body. He was similarly clad to tormentor Fantana and looked every bit as wise and handsome… perhaps even more so. His dignified mustache was framing his face, making his beautiful, dark eyes look both doleful and dangerous.I crawled via the bedroom towards him and stopped at his feet. He told me to start washing, and some sort of instinct must have kneed in, because I knew I needed to cautiously liquidate his milky slippers and socks, gently dip a cloth into the cup of holy water in front of the couch and gently work it into his feet. I was half hoping him to stop me and tell me it was all wrong, but he said “very good” and told me to stand up.He revved me around and began to caress me so intimately. Fireworks instantaneously began exploding in my head and my entire assets began to shake. This was my master; the fellow who’d loosened me of my boyhood and made me a fellow in the most thrilling way. I was desperate to have him inwards me again. I needed to relive the energy surge which came when I felt his life-giving seed spewing out into my body. That moment, when he shoveled himself into me, I knew I was his forever. I was his to handle however he wanted. I would have done anything for him.He unzipped the fastenings on my ceremonial robes and they billowed down to the floor, leaving me totally bare and vulnerable. He instructed me to get on my knees before unbuttoning his belt and letting his pants and panties fall to the floor. His dick was rock hard and I deep throated it as lovingly as I could while he removed the rest of his clothes. I knew he luved it. He was sniveling gently.He sat back down on the couch and I continued to use my jaws to sheer pleasure him, taking my cues from the sounds he was making. I got completely carried away. I’d never done anything like it in my life before, but doing it with him felt right.He shoveled me on all 4s down onto the couch and I shovel my bootie towards him knowing what he wanted. A moment later, I felt the peak of his dick slipping over my slot and then leisurely making its way inwards me. I stayed as relaxed as I could, remembering from the last time that remaining quiet was important.And then he was making enjoy to me and my dick was rock hard as a rock. I could perceive the pre-ejaculatory fluid running in rivulets from my dick.I found myself looking heterosexual at tormentor Fantana, but he kept his eyes lowered, maybe out of respect. I desired him to look at me. I desired him to reminisce shooting his man-lava inwards me. I don’t know why, but I somehow needed him to want to do it again.But tormentor Cox’ dick felt so good. I loved that he seemed as sexually aroused this time as he’d seemed last month. If anything, he was humping me even harder this time. He got me on the bed, on my back, and told Fantana to hold my gams back so he could fuck me indeed deep and smooch me intensively at the same time. He seemed desperate for me. Addicted almost.Fantana was rubbing himself and gently touching my nipples. Then he pulled his rock hard dick out of his suit pants and I got on all 4s and deep throated it while tormentor Cox nailed me like some sort of crazy animal from behind.Then he began to convulse cruelly and roar and choke and all of a sudden I could perceive his life-seed entering me again, spewing out into me like he’d shoveled a hose fuckpole into my bootie and revved on the tap. As he extracted it squirted everywhere.Then Fantana told me to flip onto my back, and began fapping his dick right over my face, until he erupted into my mouth. Then he smooched me indeed passionately. And I lay there, total of the cum of these excellent men, perceiving stronger, bolder and more beautiful.
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