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 guest room 11 where I’d receive farther instructions.I’d heard nothing from him since my penalty a month ago. I’d been attempting to keep my head down and work as firm as I could in the expect he’d hear fine things about my progress, so I honestly expected I wasn’t in distress again.I truly really ...I truly really want tormentor Cox to be sated 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 immensely forcing and hugely inspiring. It makes me want to be better… And I longed to sense him inwards me again.So, I went to guest room 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 look they seemed to be nothing but a mass of pleated milky fabric. I got into quite a funk attempting to put them on, worrying I was gonna get it all wrong and wind up being disciplined again. In the end I think I controlled to work it out. Of course, there was no mirror in the room, but I sensed 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 guest room was blinding. nearly everything inwards was milky and it was truly 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 exceptionally formal, in a unspoiled milky suit, t-shirt and tie. I couldn’t believe how killer and wise he looked. The last time I’d seen his face, he was actually shooting a geyser inwards me!My eyes moved from Fantana onto a flash of unspoiled red; an ostentatious, scarlet velvet blanket on a immense milky sofa 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 guest room and I guess it frightened me a tiny - nearly as however that pool of crimson were warning me of danger.Then I witnessed tormentor Cox sitting on the sofa and instantly sensed this insane bolt of ems unit surging thru 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 throughout the guest room in the direction of him and stopped at his feet. He told me to start washing, and some sort of instinct must have punched in, because I knew I needed to cautiously eliminate his milky slippers and socks, gently dip a cloth into the cup of holy water in front of the sofa and mildly 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 paw me so intimately. Fireworks instantaneously began exploding in my head and my entire bod began to shake. This was my master; the guy who’d loosened me of my boyhood and made me a guy 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 sensed his life-giving seed exploding into my body. That moment, when he shoved 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 unbuckled the fastenings on my ceremonial robes and they billowed down to the floor, leaving me completely nude and vulnerable. He taught me to get on my knees before undoing his belt and letting his trousers and panties fall to the floor. His dick was firm and I deepthroated it as lovingly as I could while he liquidated the rest of his clothes. I knew he liked it. He was whimpering gently.He sat back down on the sofa and I continued to use my jaws to delight 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 sensed right.He shoved me on all 4s down onto the sofa and I shovel my donk in the direction of him knowing what he wanted. A moment later, I sensed the tip of his dick sliding over my plumb hole and then leisurely making its way inwards me. I stayed as relaxed as I could, remembering from the last time that remaining silent was important.And then he was making enjoy to me and my dick was firm as a rock. I could sense the preseminal fluid dribbling from my dick.I found myself looking gay-for-pay at tormentor Fantana, but he kept his eyes lowered, maybe out of respect. I dreamed him to look at me. I dreamed him to reminisce shooting his mancum inwards me. I don’t know why, but I somehow needed him to want to do it again.But tormentor Cox’ dick sensed so good. I luved that he seemed as excited this time as he’d seemed last month. If anything, he was plumbing 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 plumb me truly deep and smooch me energetically at the same time. He seemed desperate for me. Addicted almost.Fantana was rubbing himself and gently fondling my nipples. Then he pulled his firm dick out of his suit trousers and I got on all 4s and deepthroated it while tormentor Cox poked me like some sort of insane animal from behind.Then he began to twitch violently and roar and choke and abruptly I could sense his life-seed entering me again, exploding into me like he’d shoved a hose pipe fuckpole into my donk and revved on the tap. As he pulled out it squirted everywhere.Then Fantana told me to spin onto my back, and began stroking his dick right over my face, until he erupted into my mouth. Then he smooched me truly passionately. And I lay there, utter of the jizz of these great men, feeling stronger, bolder and more beautiful.
I received another message from tormentor Cox this morning. I was to instantaneously report to guest room 11 where I’d receive farther instructions.I’d heard nothing from him since my penalty a month ago. I’d been attempting to keep my head down and work as firm as I could in the expect he’d hear fine things about my progress, so I honestly expected I wasn’t in distress again.I truly really ...I truly really want tormentor Cox to be sated 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 immensely forcing and hugely inspiring. It makes me want to be better… And I longed to sense him inwards me again.So, I went to guest room 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 look they seemed to be nothing but a mass of pleated milky fabric. I got into quite a funk attempting to put them on, worrying I was gonna get it all wrong and wind up being disciplined again. In the end I think I controlled to work it out. Of course, there was no mirror in the room, but I sensed 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 guest room was blinding. nearly everything inwards was milky and it was truly 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 exceptionally formal, in a unspoiled milky suit, t-shirt and tie. I couldn’t believe how killer and wise he looked. The last time I’d seen his face, he was actually shooting a geyser inwards me!My eyes moved from Fantana onto a flash of unspoiled red; an ostentatious, scarlet velvet blanket on a immense milky sofa 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 guest room and I guess it frightened me a tiny - nearly as however that pool of crimson were warning me of danger.Then I witnessed tormentor Cox sitting on the sofa and instantly sensed this insane bolt of ems unit surging thru 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 throughout the guest room in the direction of him and stopped at his feet. He told me to start washing, and some sort of instinct must have punched in, because I knew I needed to cautiously eliminate his milky slippers and socks, gently dip a cloth into the cup of holy water in front of the sofa and mildly 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 paw me so intimately. Fireworks instantaneously began exploding in my head and my entire bod began to shake. This was my master; the guy who’d loosened me of my boyhood and made me a guy 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 sensed his life-giving seed exploding into my body. That moment, when he shoved 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 unbuckled the fastenings on my ceremonial robes and they billowed down to the floor, leaving me completely nude and vulnerable. He taught me to get on my knees before undoing his belt and letting his trousers and panties fall to the floor. His dick was firm and I deepthroated it as lovingly as I could while he liquidated the rest of his clothes. I knew he liked it. He was whimpering gently.He sat back down on the sofa and I continued to use my jaws to delight 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 sensed right.He shoved me on all 4s down onto the sofa and I shovel my donk in the direction of him knowing what he wanted. A moment later, I sensed the tip of his dick sliding over my plumb hole and then leisurely making its way inwards me. I stayed as relaxed as I could, remembering from the last time that remaining silent was important.And then he was making enjoy to me and my dick was firm as a rock. I could sense the preseminal fluid dribbling from my dick.I found myself looking gay-for-pay at tormentor Fantana, but he kept his eyes lowered, maybe out of respect. I dreamed him to look at me. I dreamed him to reminisce shooting his mancum inwards me. I don’t know why, but I somehow needed him to want to do it again.But tormentor Cox’ dick sensed so good. I luved that he seemed as excited this time as he’d seemed last month. If anything, he was plumbing 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 plumb me truly deep and smooch me energetically at the same time. He seemed desperate for me. Addicted almost.Fantana was rubbing himself and gently fondling my nipples. Then he pulled his firm dick out of his suit trousers and I got on all 4s and deepthroated it while tormentor Cox poked me like some sort of insane animal from behind.Then he began to twitch violently and roar and choke and abruptly I could sense his life-seed entering me again, exploding into me like he’d shoved a hose pipe fuckpole into my donk and revved on the tap. As he pulled out it squirted everywhere.Then Fantana told me to spin onto my back, and began stroking his dick right over my face, until he erupted into my mouth. Then he smooched me truly passionately. And I lay there, utter of the jizz of these great men, feeling stronger, bolder and more beautiful.
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