The Vixen Chronicles Ch. 05

Her Master read a poem about Vixen in the wrong place

He was used to having his own way: after all, he was enjoying his role as Vixen's Master, spending many hours setting up very kinky situations for his favorite slut.

When the phone call came from his friend asking him to do a poetry reading, he was delighted.

That was how, on a sunny winter afternoon, he came to be standing before a group of over 70 women, members of a garden club, most of them over 50 and matronly, and read the poem about Vixen he had written the night before.

It did not seem inappropriate to him. Perhaps he had been spending too much time thinking about sex. But as he read, almost every woman in the room turned red. Several fled. Others wanted to, but were so caught up in the passion of the poem that they could not move.

Sir Edward, seemingly oblivious to the consternation he was causing, simply read on in a booming baritone voice.

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Vixen Slut

Hot blasting sex: torrid, blatant, carnal
Fucking on the grass
He came too fast, that one, but lovely to do it there

Such a lovely wife, quiet much too long
Now slut and whore and proud
Opening legs to adventure
Opening legs and taking it
Taking it up her
Pleasing him.
He wants a slut
He wants me.
Hot fucking cunt slut.
Damn shove it up me and fuck me hard!

Upon the bed,
Cunt dripping: wet open yearning
He smacks it hard
She shutters with delight
He makes her kneel
She looks up with eyes of amber,
And knows he is the one.

God. Sir, he is fucking me now
Give me all you’ve got

A harlot divine: rutting hard pumping in her cunt
Pushed against a railing, Master fucks.
Watchers in the dark but not too dark to see
They crowd around and show hard
Turn around, drop and suck him!
Then on her knees while they watch
While porno flickers and a flashlight appears.
When he cums he moans,
She swallows so they can see
Then licks the last short spurt off the end of his cock

Sitting in the car
His cock is hard
She sucks
He cums
She swallows
With another one, the same
Cocksucker!
Yes I am, thank you.

He tells her to stand, naked.
He looks.
He tells her to kneel on the bed for inspection.
He likes me, she thinks. I like him.
He makes me feel good.
Like a slut.

Sweet girl with perky ones.
Her man likes to share.
Leaning over the seat and kisses him, then her.
And knowing she will get that cock again.
My God his prick!
It can’t be that big!
Porno size.
Eleven inches! More?
She tastes the pussy.
She taste the cock.
The little one cannot take him all.
She opens wide and feels it.
God right in the cervix!
Pounding.
What a massive damn man cock up me!
No one can be that big.
No one can fill me, stretching my dirty cunt.
Like that dirty fucking cock.
How can she take it all
And then be so tight again?

She cannot see.
But she can feel.
Crop across her ass. It stings.
First long moments of his hands touching and caressing.
Then the flogger…on and on and on.
Varied. Soft, it is kind. Harsh, it is kinder.
And velvet touch between.
Take my ass, Sir, fuck me there.
Yes, yes, I love it when you fuck my ass
And tell me to cum all over you.
And then I lick your balls clean of me
And your hard prick, too
It taste of a different sort
But it makes me a dirty slut.
And for that kindness I owe him much.

Kinky Twister
One cock then another probe her
She doesn’t even know who is fucking her
It doesn’t matter
Just do it and do it
Fuck! That is good.
Flip is smiling, and stays hard
His is nice
They all are nice
Four, Five. It doesn’t matter
Just make them hard enough to do me again
And when it is over, she kneels before a chair
And licks a wife

His cock is in her ass
While inside her stretched pussy big big deep
A stranger with a nice one
A rod in more ways than one.
The ass is filled with cum
She changes, now astride, to ride that damn hard cock
So goddam hot
Big damn cock!
Fuck !
Big cock up her!
God she is so open!
Cumming on it
And wetting him
And loving it so full
So deep
Fuck me Fuck me
Then in her mouth
So big she has to work
On and on
Until precious white it flows from his prick
And she swallows and smiles

Cum Now
Vixen obeys
None of the other drivers see
That she can cum untouched
All that is needed is a truly dirty mind
And a man she can obey

Two men, both touch
Then play with canes and flogging things
Softly then hard
She moans
She recognizes that hard prick by its head
And later fucks it and makes him cum

Through the window of the door he sees a black one
Up her, stiff and thrusting, then behind
Cumming oh cumming so damn damn damn damn nice

Slut
Hot wicked slut being flogged
Prick up her ass, tight dark hole
Pleasure Pain

Shooting, her not him
Squirting hot sweet nectar
Gushing forth, fountain like
It cums hot, covering ball and cock
Then to his mouth, and filled
Then to her mouth, shared liquid of her lust

The muscles tighten and release
Pumping viselike
Legs raised and apart
So anyone can see her climax
Gaping open, then clamping tight
And hard

My thirty minutes, does it start now sir
Bouncing like a schoolgirl at recess
Through a club and saying sweetly
Would you like to go to a room?
Unsaid: And fuck my mouth and then my cunt
And make me a slut all over again?

Theater dark, so is the stranger
We met by accident.
He is stroking an arm, a tit
Master pulls the skirt up
His fingers play and slip in
She cums quietly

Call him and ask if he is free tonight
He wants to have drinks, sir.
Then go do it, but fuck him
Oh, Yes Sir
Toys up the channel and on the clit
Cumming
Your rug, your rug
Do it, shoot it
And later her legs are by her ears
And his big cock is slamming deep within
While she cums and cums again
‘Till he empties into her
She sucks him clean, and goes on
Until another load shoots
First deep down her throat
And then in the mouth
So she can taste.

She cuddles and looks up
Adoringly
Be careful what you wish for.
She would not dared to have wished for this.
The reality is so much more.

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Are you my slut?

Yes sir, and very proud of it.

Finished, he looked up for the first time, expecting acclaim. Instead, he saw a small covey of heavy women advancing on him, and they clearly meant to do him bodily harm.

From behind him a soft hand grabbed his and pulled him toward a side door. His copy of the poem slipped from his grasp and fluttered to the floor. He saw that a somewhat younger woman, very pretty, was pulling him to safety. He did not pause, but ran with her, the two of them jumping in an expensive car. She pulled away in a race car driver start and within moments they were safely away.

"Thank you," he said. "My, I suppose that was the wrong poem to read at the Ladies Garden Club, huh?"

"Yes, it was." She smiled at him, and he saw the light in her beautiful green eyes.

Hummm, he thought to himself, this could be interesting

"Did you like it?"

Now her smile was even broader. With a toss of her raven hair, she laughed softly. "Oh, yes. It was very erotic. In fact, I came hearing you read it."

"How nice. Well, thanks for saving me. Is there anything I can do for you?"

She nodded, but did not look down at his crotch as he expected. She looked him right in the eye. "Yes, there is. Could you introduce me to Vixen?"