Luke only half smirked as he swept his gaze over the building before him, twirling the keys to the property around one finger. He knew he should palpate glee as he surveyed his winnings, but even in this import, a piddling vocalisation in the back of his judgment was fighting back, reminding him, as it always did, that all good things in his life were fleeting. Why should this be any different ? The phonation was small, but its constant mien ensured he never got too complacent.

He was no stranger to high-stakes play, the natural action leading to virtually of the in high spirits points in his life and all of his first gear. Everytime he'd won enough to bow out comfortably he just had to bet it all on just one Thomas More game, always inevitably leading to disaster.

In tonight 's game a manus had blossomed, the pot growing and growing even after the all in stakes had been called. The guy had bet a night with his wife, Gospel of Luke had bet his designer clothes, the guy had bet his second city base, Luke had bet his sacred lotus, on which, he'd stressed, the blusher was still drying.

The cards had been called and Lady circumstances had favoured him.

The man had been disappointed to lose, but not angry, such was the nature of the secret plan and he hadn't been the kind of man to renegade on his word, especially not with the penalties that carried in their little roach. In fact, after the costly personnel casualty, he had been surprisingly glad and jovial with St. Luke, laughing, joking and buying a drink for Luke after the table had been cleared.

He'd shown him a picture of his wife, with whom he'd won a nighttime with, perhaps a one-third of the man 's age and seemingly young than Luke himself, tall, slender, busty, blonde, Luke knew the type and recognised why the guy didn't mind his exit. A second firm was probable zero to him in terms of money, he was just in it for the fun, for the trophies, like his wife, not as a means of animation, like Luke.

"So, whereabouts is the house ?"he'd asked, sharing a drink with the guy.

"Old Street, about halfway between the station and the new towers they're putting up. It's terraced and from the outside looks quite svelte, but it's tall and goes back a ways, it's a good place."he'd said.

"Ah sweet, anything I should know about it ?"

The guy'd pursed his lips, then shook his forefront,"Nah, it's in dear circumstance, fully furnished, indentured hard worker, gardens a trivial crap but-"

"Whoa, back up ? What was that ?"

"... The fully furnished ? It's good stuff and nonsense ? Antique for the most part."

Luke had stared,"No no, the striver ?"

"Ah ! Never owned one before ? She's not worth much, she's tied to the plate on contract, she's not much of a watcher, not my tastes."

They'd continued to tattle and despite Gospel of Luke 's dear efforts to draw out more information on the slave, the man had not been forthcoming, merely offering a 'You'll see ’, whenever it was brought up.

Putting the thoughts out of his head he shrugged and moved his way towards the door of his new place, slipping the key in and opening the heavy oak slab, letting it swing in silently to expose a warmly lit entrance hall.

The property, he knew, while not massive and mansion-like, sitting at three sleeping room and only a mere two john, was wide enough for a urban center property, tall rather than wide he would just suffer to get used to the step, it 's worth coming primarily from its feeder location.

As he walked in, closing the hard threshold behind him, the wood slipping smoothly into the frame, letting it silence the hustle of traffic on the road outside, he noticed how the room were lit, the seat heated through and, he thought, he could smell something meaty cooking.

Despite the fact that the gentleman he had won it from had stressed he hadn't stayed here in some time, the place had a lived-in feeling to it. He realised, after a import glancing about the lavish corridor, with its fine rug and scenic pictures, that the spot was absolutely spick. The absence of any dust or mark giving it an eery show-home quality.

A thump from above Drew his attention, drawing his eyes to stare at the roof, his optic narrowing. It could 've come from one of the neighbouring terraced construction, but he didn't think it had.

"howdy ?"He called up the stairs, only to be met with secrecy.

Slowly he began to draw his way up the offset flight of stairs, More than a little anxious to get together his new human slave.

As he made his way upwards and onwards he kept his paw on the gleam polished wood of the banister, the dreary wood so shiny that he could make out his reflection, noting his smooth cleanly shaven face.

He arrived on the second base and again, heard a dissonance from above.

Continuing his advancement he began to climb the succeeding flight of steps of stairs, each degree quite rampant with close doors, behind which hid the mystery story of his new house, to be explored later.

His anxiety and curiosity deepened as the sound of humming floated in on the air, brightness and feminine, a delicate trill that carried a familiar pop song melody, it sounded almost beatific. He was n't sure what to require from her, given the old man 's lecherousness for attractive and young woman and his aversion to this one, the mental picture Luke had formed was one of an ancient, decrepit and sulphurous live in maid, but that did n't fit with what he was listening to.

He listened intently as he approached the third level, noting a staircase that would aim him up to the fourth and top floor, but that for now didn't hold his interest.

Light bled under the door of a elbow room across the landing place, from which the humming came, the room access pushed to, but not closed.

Luke stepped towards it, chewing on his lip as he put the faintest piece of pressure on the door.

On well-oiled flexible joint, it slowly swung inwards.

The room was a chamber, well lived in judging by the clothes and shoe scattering the level, the pattern of a woman silhouetted against the far wall.

Stepping closer and peering in he saw her from can, a char maybe half a infantry taller than him, a towel wrapped in her hair and around her waist, her figure curved and attractive, her ass full-of-the-moon and shapely, skin smooth and warm.

He inhaled sharply, surprised at the sight and the dissonance, piercing through the otherwise silence of the business firm it seemed to disturb her. She hesitated in her humming, lifting her hands up to remove a duad of Bluetooth phone, her question turning quickly to blob him.

His mouth fell candid and he stared, breathless as she stared back, her breasts, each massive and replete on her chest, tipped by a delicate pinko nipple was on full moon view to him, bouncing slightly as they settled after her abrupt turn.

Her face went crimson as she raised a hand, crossing the arm over her breast to cover her knocker, across the mamilla, though the wax shape of her breasts spilled out above and below, the campaign only serving to give her an awe-inspiring amount of cleavage, her other hand desperately gripping to the towel at the waist.

"I-I, you, please enjoin me you're Luke ?"she said, her voice easygoing and honied but laced with a sudden piercing anxiety, her blush crimson.

"I.. Yes ?"he offered, incertain as to who he really was, completely devoid of his humour with this persona before him, her stance akin to that often affiliated with Aphrodite, if Aphrodite had been New day thicc.

"Please hold back downstairs in the lounge ! I'll, I'll be down shortly okay ?"she said, swallowing a little as he struggled to assert eye contact.

Meekly he swallowed,"Er, yes ma'am."He croaked, turning quickly and scampering from the threshold of the room, only catching her look of surprisal out of the turning point of his eye, and even then only for a moment.

He made his way down both trajectory of stairs and quickly he located the waiting room, finding it to be modern and well furnished, a large TV mounted on one paries, curved slightly inwards, something he 'd never seen before.

Carefully he sat down, his own cheeks warm and as he replayed the scene over and over again in his psyche, crossing his legs after a mo 's thoughtfulness. For reasons.

He waited for ten minute, not daring to move before he heard the timid step of whatever her name was descending the steps towards him.

The adult female stepped into the room, no longer cloak in her towel but still wearing her blush.

Her hair was yearn and blonde, wavy with a bounce to it, like seemingly everything else about her.

She was wearing, of all things, maids uniform that seemed to walk a very alright telephone circuit between being a practical uniform and a stripper costume already missing a few key pieces.

For a start, the dress started halfway down the swell of her breasts, relying on the voluminosity of her bust to moderate the dress up, each step in the disgraceful and whiten outfit causing her plentiful bosom to joggle enticingly.

She had already been taller than him when he had first entered, catching her flat-footed, but now she wore some dangerous looking stilettos, adding various inches to her already imposing statue, he felt practically diminutive as he stood to meet her, feeling awkward.

Her lip were painted a tone which he only, unfortunately, knew how to refer to as slovenly woman red and the effect was tied together with a Negro lace choker and black thigh highs that hugged her legs all the way up that he could see. Her annulus, compared to the respite of her outfit, was surprisingly small-scale ending theatrical role way down her thighs.

She curtseyed. He looked baffled.

"It 's a pleasure to meet you, Master Luke."She said warmly, her eyes staring into his, affectionate and kind.

"I'm… Really confused. You are n't what I expected,"he swallowed, eying her John L. H. Down then up, looking up at her,"like, at all."

The miss blushed furiously and in an second looked discerning,"You… You know ?"

"gentlewoman, I don't know a blame thing."

Her construction brightened,"He… Didn't tell you about me ?"

"He said the place had a hard worker, but uh, he said you weren't his type, you look plenty his type to me."

She looked bashful but simply smiled, her manus clasped in front of her, her arms pressing together to emphasize the depth of her cleavage.

"So… Tell me about you ?"He asked, uncertain where to start.

"I'm the holding maid. Master."She curtseyed again, her smile brighter, for some reason.

He frowned,"You're a slave."He said flatly.

"I am, Master."

thrall wasn't what it used to be, uncommon in world-wide but practically criterion among the wealthy, but he personally frowned upon it, seeing it as an abuse. He 'd never before met a well-chosen slave.

Luke let his eye wander over her body again and she arched her back, smiling as she proudly showed off her plus. The cost of a slave, especially one as well endowed and attractive, as this untried woman was, would far outweigh that of the house, especially given her bright attitude to servitude and, given the nation of the house, her aptitude at it.

"Why would he give you to me with the house ? I only bet a car."

She shrugged a trivial,"I am not Worth so often and my contract is bound to the mansion which severely limits my value, not being chattel. And the old skipper adores his car. However him and I…. Never got along especially well."

Gospel of Luke frowned some more,"He never hurt you did he ?"

She coloured a trivial again and agitate her head,"No, he didn't, and thank you for the business organization Master."

"What do I predict you ?"he asked and she smiled a little.

"My former master referred to me as fake tits."

Luke sighed and looked defeated, annoyed that anyone could do by a adult female, especially one as lovely as this one so poorly.

She, however, misread his disappointment,"Oh ! I assure you superior, they aren't fake at all, they're all natural."

He opened his mouth, then closed it, his eyes drifting down just for a moment at the impressive bust. To cogitate they were born. It beggared belief.

"You can visit me whatever you want to though, Master ?"

"I get that. But, well, what's your name ?"

She blinked,"My name ? It's Lucille, but I must stress you can call me whatever you want. As long as the home belongs to you, as do I. And you can do anything with me, Master, anything at all ..."she said, her voice falling to be low and sultry, broad of promises.

He cleared his throat loudly and wished he 'd remained seated so he could recross his stage,"Thank you Lucille, so, uh, what now ?"

She tilted her head, odd that he was using her given gens but shrugged it off,"well typically you would turn over me memory access to a stipend, you know, so I can buy in groceries, cleaning supplies and the like."

Luke thought for a moment,"That sounds fairish, maybe-"

"Then typically when I get a new master I'm pushed to my stifle and instructed to suck cock."

He coughed and blushed, taking an almost cautionary step back,"Ah that, ah, wo n't be necessary ! Thank you ! I-"

"You do n't find me attractive ?"She asked, one hand on her hip, the former resting across her stomach, boosting up her breasts ever so lightly.

He swallowed,"On the adverse, you're the most beautiful cleaning lady I've ever seen… But…"

"But ?"she pressed, curious.

"But, It doesn't feel right, you do n't recognise me, certainly not well enough to do that. And…"he trailed off.

"And ?"she pressed once again, a little smile on her lips.

"And you 're too perfect, I do n't wish if you 're tied to the house, the house for the car was a stretchability but this property must be worth an absolute lot with you in it. I 'm missing something."He explained, exasperation edging into his voice.

She blushed and this time, kept quiet, suddenly no longer pushing.

He narrowed her is oculus."You don't shimmer salamander, do you ?"

She shook her head.

"Mm, I can evidence, your guilt is written across your face as plain as daylight. What's the apprehension here ? What is it ? What am I missing ?"

She stayed silent, her eyes downcast.

"Lucille…"he said articulation layer, causing her eyes to be drawn up to him, her oculus, beautiful and late had a pleading quality about him. She knew what the catch was, but for some reason she didn't want him to know.

"I demand you show me what the catch is."He said, folding his arms.

Her eyes went wide-eyed,"I-I couldn't Master ! Can I just recount you ? please ?"

Now she was so despairing not to indicate, that she was pleading to narrate, despite a second ago being completely unwilling to freely portion even an iota of information. He recognised the severity of what he had gotten himself into, but he had to know what was wrong with the house, he had to persist.

"No, Lucille, I order you to show me what, ‘ the collar'is. I need to fuck. '' It pained him to push her like this, but whatever it was, judging by her response, it was big.

She blushed and her look fell, a look of resignation crossing her beautiful features.

"Yes, Master…"she all but whispered, her mitt linking under the hem of her dress, lifting it upwards.

Her expression fell as Luke followed the hem of her dress as it travelled upwards, revealing Thomas More of her stocking clad thighs, eventually raising to show the drooping tip of a thick soft cock.

It didn't hit him.

He watched as the hem was raised, showing More and more of her meaty cock, her extremity larger and thicker soft than his was hard. He swallowed.

It did n't hit him.

She held up her dress, her eye looking away from him as she showed off her equipment, her monolithic peter, the tip hidden by her prepuce rested atop a duad of huge beat ball, every piece of her dick smooth and hairless, a sea of femininity surrounding a ship of power.

He stared at her, her eye looking away as he processed the information.

After various recollective moment, he cleared his throat and she looked back, his eye looking up at her as, slowly, she lowered the hem of her dress.

He stared at her for a while, his expression unreadable, unlike the emotion that played plainly across her face. panic, anxiety, shame.

He felt all of those too, in a way, but had to shoot a step back into logic, consider things. Here was a beautiful woman, gorgeous by any story, and he owned her. Actually owned her. If he expressed any disgust or dislike their kinship would be cold, formal, and he found he didn't want that. She had been given the light stick of life history, a slave with a at one time meanspirited captain. He found he didn't want that for her.

He made himself shake his head ministration showing on his formulation, fake, but he doubted she could tell.

"Thank god."He laughed, unfolding his blazon to put his hands on his hips.

Her look of confusion at his response didn't surprise him, and he forced himself to smile,"I thought it was something serious ! You shouldn't worry me like that Lucille. Now, why don't I make us some coffee and you can severalize me More about this stipend, and everything else for that matter ?"

She blushed, barely comprehending"May… I make the chocolate ? superior ?"

He hesitated, then nodded with a grinning,"Ah, sorry, I've never had a slave before…"

She smiled and stood for a present moment, eye moving quickly as they scanned over him, ease washables over her before she beamed at him, nodding eagerly,"It's okeh, I'll help you get used to it."

The next few days were… Interesting. After his disclosure that he didn't mind what practically amounted to a third leg she had been very, very flirty with him. Every night about half an time of day before he would go to bed she would slip between the sheets of his bed, bare and nude painting, warming his spot for him.

As he arrived to come to bed she would always tender to stay, her voice sometimes low and lustful, wishful to have him connect her, former multiplication soft and hopeful, always desperate to be allowed to stay.

However, each night he would politely decline and with a half smirking pout she would slink back to her elbow room, sauntering nude to her own bed, her massive binge and full equipment bouncing slightly with each decidedly articulate step, silently begging for his attention.

She would cook his baths, clean the firm, prepare his repast and sit with him, allowed to choose what to watch on TV as he worked on his laptop and despite him buying her a much more modest and master uniform, she seldom used it.

She had asked what he did, knowing that she had been won in a plot of eminent post calling card and he had explained that his day job was just managing his personal portfolio of stocks. He had tried explaining to her that buying and selling stocks sung to his gambler nature, but she hadn't really understood.

He quickly grew to admire Lucille. to a greater extent than that, he was quickly growing affectionate of her. While her equipment still scared the bullshit out of him, she went above and beyond any call option of duty to see that his every comfort was fulfilled. She was sweet, sort, paying attention, attractive and he knew, with increasing certainty, was incredibly attracted to him.

Each dayspring she pushed her luck a minuscule boost. Often not dressing in her ‘ uniform'until later and later in the morning, typically sticking to wearing a silk, transparent negligee that clung to her body, the schema of her stopcock clearly visible under the textile and the swell of her bosom a invariant demanding distraction.

She would rouse him by joining him in bed, snuggling herself up to him, pressing the subdued pillowy heat of her boob to his bare back.

As days had gone by Luke had found himself growing Sir Thomas More and more receptive to the experience. When she lay behind him, the warmth of her soft body and wax squishy breasts behind him it made him finger so wanted and secure.

As he lay in bed that morning, the room still set up black with the sun blocking shades in place he had heard his threshold dog softly open and closed, the padding of bare groundwork and the gentle creaking of the mattress as Lucille had settled her exercising weight onto it.

He heard the rustle of the weighed down comforter as she lifted it, joining him under it.

He slept only in his bagger and, as she moved closer, he was surprised to obtain the heavy bust that pressed to the back of his trunk was publicise today, no silklike negligee.

He felt her hands sneak around under his arms, wrapping around his chest to embrace him, pulling him back against her body.

He let out a soft sigh, pretending to be asleep as she drew him close, providing him with a big spoonful to nuzzle with.

Without really thinking about it, he wiggled backwards, moving slightly so their bodies met from tip to dog, his groundwork tangled with hers, his head against her neck.

It wasn't until several instant had passed, in his half-asleep state that he realised what he had done. His ass, protected only by his boxers was pressed to the effeminacy of her meaty putz, the slam snuggled up against him, slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, but now noticeably swelling.

He heard her breath quicken slightly and felt it against his butt joint and humble back, swelling until it was wedged between their bodies, hard.

"I know you're awake ..."she said softly, her hands caressing down the front of his smooth chest, hugging and squeezing him tighter.

He swallowed, softly before public speaking, his voice heavy with sleep,"Y-yeah, was just… Enjoying the warmth."

"We could enjoy so much more together, you and me."She whispered, her hired hand starting to venture depress, towards his boxers.

Shivering softly at her touch he hesitated, wanting to feel her hands sink lower, slide into his boxers, embrace him in an entirely new way. But just as her pollex reached the hem of his boxers he felt her subtly grind her hips forward, her thick cock pressing into the curve of his ass.

Snapping back to reality he shuffled forward, away from her, climbing from the bed a lot faster than he had intended to. His manus moving to the ignitor switch beside his bed, clicking it on.

He looked down at her in the bed, the quilt just covering the swell of her breasts, her look understandably a little dejected.

I'll er, I'll go have a shower."He said, running a hand through his short hair.

She smiled a little, hopefully,"wish some society ?"

He thought about it for a moment, then shook his chief,"N-no you should go prepare breakfast. ``

Her smile slipped and she nodded demurely,"Yes Master."

He walked through to the ensuite, hearing her sigh longsighted and slack as he left her wanting and he moved to change by reversal the shower on, adjusting the temperature before he discarded his bagger and stepped inside.

He pressed his frontal bone to the to the cool tiles of one of the shower walls.

"Idiot."He said, knocking his head gently to the tiles as he repeated the word again and again.

He leaned back after a few moments and stared at himself in the mirror, wiping a hand over it to dispatch the fog as the hot water cascaded down his slender physical structure. He hardly recognised himself.

The nerve that looked back was certainly him, but he was so… Domesticated. Clean shaven, well rested, sober.

He had been living here for a couple of hebdomad and, apart from managing his portfolio he hadn't attended any of the high interest games, which was most unlike him when he was on a winning bar. What was the decimal point of being a risk taker if you didn't bet when you had this much to wager ?

Lucille was gorgeous, grand, devoted, variety and, well, he was no cold reptile, she had a thorax he had only seen in porn that made his passionateness rise. He would be a fool to fall back her.

But to keep her meant to keep this. She wasn't after all tied to him, but to the property, to his winnings. He thought about how very much his current pot was worth, a slave, a house, a Lotus, what could he get with that ? A yacht ?

He steeled himself and felt a familiar thrill rise in his dresser, the lust for something more than the bodily delights Lucille had on offer, a luxuria she could n't sate even if he let her. He could n't admit to himself that he wanted her like he did, a womanhood society had taught him to despise, the down of the low, a woman with a dick and a slave too.

He stared at his reflexion, regret, sadness, adjudicate. This was n't the rightfield thing to do and he knew it, but he knew he was going to do it anyway.

After he was done in the shower he dried and dressed, stepping downstairs to find her in her uniform serving breakfast, her customary yet genuine grin adorned as she batted her eyelashes at him.

"trade good dawn cutie, I made your favourite."

She had and it fueled the guilt in him, but it only hardened his conclusion. To care for Lucille was to tie himself to this house, a house with which she was bound through a contract he could n't unravel. He would be tied down, static, domestic.

"I 'm going out tonight Lucille."He said, vocalisation flat as he sat down, looking at the delicious food she had prepared but not feeling in the least bit hungry.

"Oooh ? Anywhere nice ? I hope you 'll be back in time for us to snuggle and-"

"I 'm going to go gambling. At the club."

She hesitated, paling slightly,"victor Luke, I, I hope you do n't intend to-"

He cut her off, ineffectual to meet her gaze,"I do."

She swallowed and her eyes grew wet, her articulation entire of barely suppressed emotion,"Very well Master, I will see your dress are pressed, I… I hope you win."

He did n't reply and she did n't await for him to, hurrying from the room, a paw pressed against her chest as she let out a quavering breath.

Luke looked down at his meal, feeling a pit in his chest. But what choice did a coward like him have ? The life she offered was too dependable for him.

hr later he sat in the too pocket-size room, the table before him strewn with chips and half-empty glasses, the air thick and hazy with cigar and cigarette smoke. It was fond, uncomfortably so, but this was where Luke almost felt at household, felt nearly alive.

The troll were going in his favour, the instrumentalist just heating up, the rules clear. Come to the tabular array with at least two hundred and fifty k in french fries. There was no bowing out. You left when you had no more money to bet with. With six players person would walk away with last to one and a half million cash. When the last two players were betting then came the alternatives, house verified plus that could in despair and glee be levied. Cars, domicile, hard worker, gold. One man would allow with it all and then some. Everyone else would lead a loser, some with their emergency asset entire, others not.

As the evening heated up and players bowed out, including the gentleman from whom he had taken the house, Gospel of Luke was left sitting opposite a gruff looking old man, his center harsh, his demeanour hind end. He, like Gospel of Luke, had been sweeping it up and they each sat with near sufficiency half the tot money.

The workforce passed and despite some afford and take, the two stayed relatively touch, neither one gathering a nock advantage over the other, each waiting for the right manus to be played.

Such a hand was dealt.

The bets were raised as Luke tried to go on his cool. The flop had been generous to him and just two Thomas More turns stood between him and another pocket-size hazard, or disaster.

The inaugural visiting card was turned, one of the two board he 'd wanted to see.

How favourable did he feel ?

"All in,"he said softly, pushing his chips forward, letting them spill into the middle.

The news in the almost silent manor hall drawing the attending of those players who had already bowed out. One by one, drinks in hired hand they returned silently to their seats, leaching the look of elated adrenaline that coursed through Luke and his opponent.

They could smell out the rakehell. They were just waiting to incur out whos.

The old man pushed in his fleck and they matched, the conclusion card being turned.

Luke's eyes scanned back over the visiting card, working it all out in his mind. There was only one combination of cards the man could hold that would beat Luke 's hand. Did he sustain it ? Did he have that one combination ? It would be a million to one opportunity, Luke thought, odds he liked.

"Raise. My Lotus."He said, drawing a penetrating intake of breathing place from the tattered crowd.

The old man leaned back, cerebration,"I match. My Rolls Royce."

Luke felt glee outpouring though him, the rush he had sought soaring through him, though his face remained neutral.

"Raise."The old man said and Luke felt that sensory elation stammer inside him,"I raise my penthouse cortege. metropolis centre."

Luke swallowed and stared at the cards. He was so for sure, so positive he had the man beat, his instincts roared it at him that this was it, this was his consequence, to walk out a sensation, a god ! He could match the raise, his house, his slave, Lucille. He looked at the man. Old, lecherous, a dinosaur from antediluvian times, a known misogynist.

"I fold."

A murmur went up around the room and the old man merely smiled, placing his bill of fare face down and handing them back to the monger, not revealing what he had. St. Luke did the same, with a sigh.

"Not like you to turn down a chance like that, Luke my boy."The old man said, grinning.

Luke glanced from his opposition towards the man from whom he had first won Lucille,"No… It's not… I'll have my Lotus dropped off at your house."

He didn't stoppage to tattle or socialise as he often did, he had a far more pressing matter to divvy up with.

Lucille came downstairs, her movement slow, her nerve showing through her every tiny drive as she entered the lounge, wearing her more meek uniform, the sheik of her chest covered, her sleeve long and her skirt falling to her calves.

"How… How did it go ?"she asked gently, noting him as he sat at the kitchen mesa, a glass in one paw, whiskey, neat.

"I lost."He said softly, his articulation soft.

She swallowed and looked down, feeling her defeat mirror his own, upset as she moved to sit beside him.

"I'm… I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."He said, distracted.

"I pushed you away…"She said, tears forming in her eyes, a ace one tracing down her cheek, leaving a non-white occupation of mascara.

He looked up to he, confused as to her reaction, then realised his mistake, turning in his tush to face her.

"No, Lucille I… I couldn't do it."

"Do… What, Gospel According to Luke ?"

I couldn't bet this house. I couldn't bet you. The thought of losing you I… It wasn't worth the money."

A little colour touched her brass as she raised her hand, very delicately wiping away the bust, not caring in that instant for the occupation of spoiled makeup,"You… You lost money ? Because you couldn't bear to be rid of me ?"

He nodded.

"How much ?"

He told her.

"…And a drum roll Royce. And my Lotus."He finished, a half smiling touching his face.

She stared at him, eyes all-inclusive before, with balmy words she replied,"Is… That how much I'm worth to you ?"

He laughed lilliputian,"Ah, I didn't think of it like that, but, yeah, I guess so."

She bit her lip and stared across at him, her optic shimmering, he eyed her and pursed his lips.

"What 's with that spirit ?"

She blinked, and swallowed, then leapt at him.

"Whoa ! Hey, I-Mm, mm…"

With her arms wrapped pie-eyed around his chest, hands splayed out on his binding she pressed her back talk close to his, all thought of deprivation banished from her mind as they embraced kissing desperately at one another.

His helping hand were quick to her shank, hebdomad of tension melting away in a single wonderful moment, sparking something new deep within the two of them, no longer were they playing a game of cat and mouse, they were living the dream.

He squeezed her tighter to him as he moved to stand, her straits tilting forward, leaning down a piddling into the kiss which quickly intensified, deep and loving, athirst and do-or-die for one another 's touch.

He all but stumbled backwards as she stepped forward, inching him towards the waiting area, her hands pulling at his shirt collar as she guided him.

In their rush, however, she misjudged her footing and felt him bar suddenly, the spinal column of his articulatio genus to the arm of the opulent couch, with her system of weights leaning forward, her full moon breasts pressed to his thorax, the tumble was inevitable.

He gasped in surprisal, the candy kiss breaking as they fell entwined, stuck in a snarl of limbs, Lucille letting out the cutest of squeak as they landed together in a heap.

Luke landed with the pillowy softness of the cast beneath him, and the telling womanishness of Lucille's breasts on top, the two of them bursting into laughter as, for a mo they tried to extricate themselves from one another, but instead lay settled, laughing and cuddling, her head by his, her warm breath against his cheek as she nuzzled him, the both of them just so beautifully happy.

"I can't believe you did that for me."She said softly, holding him close, one of his weapons system wrapped gently around her waist, embracing her.

He grinned a little bit,"Me neither, but I did."

She leaned up over him, hands moving to support herself as she again kissed him, needing to palpate his lips against the fullness of her perfect ruby lips.

After a long moment, she broke the osculation, leaning up and blushing, a few loose strands of hair falling down to compose her face.

"S-so um…"she bit her lip, her rosiness deepening as she stared down into his eyes,"Can we, you know, fuck now ?"

He felt his warmheartedness flutter at the intellection, remembering all he had seen and felt of her so far, his nous racing with cerebration of the two of them intertwined, he saw her in his mind, pressed down into the mattress, her implements of war outstretched, her ass raised, his cock inside her, her groan and, just for a consequence, he felt a twinge of guilt.

A top of him he had the most beautiful, sort, loving woman in the existence and he had almost thrown her away.

"Gospel of Luke ?"She prompted, biting her lip, a trivial anxiety in her gaze at his silence.

He smiled reassuringly and nodded a little,"Yes, but…"

"But ?"she asked, blinking down at him, her expression an interesting mix of lust and concern.

"But,"he swallowed a little, he was unsure about this, but somehow it felt redress,"But I want you to go first ?"

"R-really ?"she asked, her voice quavering with a sudden rush of excitation and when he nodded, a smiling on his own mouth she let out a genuine squeal of turmoil, holding him tight.

If his repentance for almost letting this perfect woman down was to drop half an time of day making her tactile property as secure as she deserved, so be it.

She scrambled off of him in a hustle of cause and pulled him to his feet, giggling as she started to pull him by his hand through the house, she kept glancing back at him as they darted upstairs, making a distinct line straight for her room.

As they entered he cast his gaze around her room, it being pretty much the entirely one that wasn't kept spotless, her apparel, outfits and personal result scattered messily on every unconditional Earth's surface to the point it was hard to signalize whether her base was carpeting or hardwood.

She let go and he stood there, only a little awkwardly as she knelt on the edge of her bed, tossing detail off of it to take in it for them, out of interest he glanced down and used his foot to poke at aside a ample bra.

"Huh. You've got carpet."

Kneeling on the now percipient bed she turned to look him, tilting her school principal curiously as she lifted her skirt, displaying her perfectly shine mound, and balls,"No ! I keep myself smooth !"

He blushed and opened his mouth to explain, but her mitt snaked out and grabbed his neckband, pulling him forward and onto the bed, where he quickly found her script rolling him onto his back, her lips at his, stifling any input he might've made as her digit began to nimbly unmake the buttons of his shirt.

He moaned into the kiss as his deal moved to her, returning the favour as he began to strip her of her more modest garb, her readiness increasing as her covered skin was revealed to the cool air of the room, their bodies pressing against one another, at first framework against fabric, eventually skin to pare, both smooth.

"L- lem me just get some stuff."She panted a little, shuffling off the bed. Luke, breathing keenly, leaning himself up on his elbows, he noticed that in their passion they'd almost entirely both disrobe, only one sock on his left wing human foot left remaining.

He watched her as she moved around the way, his optic widening as he saw her in all her glory. She worked her way around her way and he marveled at her size, tall and lean but buxom, her overweight bare white meat bouncing, mamilla hard and full phase of the moon, but it was her peter that drew his eye, their fooling around, discase and making out along with the promise of what was to hail had left her with an unmissable hardon. Her cock was yearn and thick, curved upwards slightly and bobbing with each stair as she made her way around the room.

He watched, teasing off his last wind sleeve, his own, more medium size cock hard too between his second joint as she collected a rubber mob which she stretched around the base of her cock, a smirk on her face as she did, moving on to dig a small item out of her vesture, an mp3 actor which she plugged into some speakers and set to playing some quite loud bouncy tunes, finally moving to take hold of a low bottle and dimming the visible light as she moved back to the bed, grinning hungrily.

The soused anchor ring at the fundament of her cock serving to make it seem even harder, the mineral vein up her pulsing length standing out prominently in the dim light.

As she crawled towards him, setting the little feeding bottle of, he assumed and hoped, lubricant aside, she hesitated, smirking and pausing with her foreland above his cock.

With a playful expression she dipped her brain down, kissing the tip of his shaft, with her full lips the wearisome ringlet of pleasure it brought instantly relaxed him, it was only then that he realised just how tense he had become after seeing her cock, not that that was especially surprising, her size was threatening to say the least.

"Relax devotee, trust me."she smiled and once again kissed the tip of his cock, leaning down to use up it briefly between her lips, her lingua swirling around it, causing him to arc his back.

He relaxed more, letting the softness of the bed embracing him as he moaned out gently, her lips travelling further down over his cock as she began to fellate, leaning against the bed on one berm as her hands worked at something.

As her lips rolled up and down his rooster, the medicine bouncing around the dim way muting the sounds of his moans, the wetness of her rima oris as she tongued his tool flavor wonderful, he felt a finger, warm up but slippery impulse between his impudence, curving until the tip found and pressed against his Virgo the Virgin hole.

He bit his lip and almost tensed but a timely swirl of her natural language all but forced him to relax to her desires, his manus gripping the mainsheet as she rubbed the wet kernel against his role, moving back and forth a couple of clock time to apply Thomas More and Sir Thomas More of the stuff until she judged it to be suitably prepared.

As she pressed down, taking his peter into her throat her finger pressed up into his hole, the ring tight and slick around her probing finger, letting it slowly sink into the welcoming hotness of her new lover.

He gasped and squeezed down on her finger, but she was tenacious, slowly working it in and out of his ass, getting him used to the new sense experience that pervaded his body, an odd and unique tingling around his tender closed chain making him squirm as she picked up her pace.

The tingling wizard mounted inside of him and he found himself squirming and writhing More and more, the pleasure inside of him mounting, his interpreter coming out ragged and needy,"A-ah, what, what did you use on me !"

She drew her lips up his peter until the ruby wet tip popped free, grinning up at him eagerly, her expression punctuated by a particularly deep energy of her finger,"Just lube-ish !"

"I-ish ?"he asked, wriggling down against her probing finger.

"Well…"she looked up at him, a glint in her eyes,"It'll also serve your cunning ass slow down a trivial, you know, for what 's to come."

"L-like a numbing broker ?"he asked as she withdrew her finger, giving his turncock a osculation before, with surprising strength, she flipped him over onto his stomach, making him stretch out beneath her like a cat as she crawled up his body, her cock, hot and hard as blade pressing against his soft cheeks.

"Exactly !"she said gleefully and he looked over his shoulder, watching with confusedness as she massaged Thomas More of the tingling lube into her straining cock.

"But you wo n't feel anything !"he protested, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he watched the simper form on her face.

"I will ! Not as much, but I will ! Really it just means I'm going to last hooours… So I hope you're in the humor for a battle of Marathon !"she giggled gleefully and Luke realised just how often of an error he had made, persona of him was hit with concern, another part with anticipation.

"L-like I have a choice ?"he said, as she leaned down, her bare great breasts pressing and rubbing against his spine as she kissed him gently behind the ear, her voice a hungry whisper.

"That 's the spirit…"

With that, the tip of her dick found his little hole and her domination began, her tilt hard cock head pressing against his slick hole, her entire length coated in the tingly, numbing lube.

He gasped and arched his spinal column, the sudden pressure against his body stunning, he tried to force up with his genu but her not inconsiderable weight settled on him, pinning him as she purred in his ear, red painted sass kissing at him, her breath hot on his hide as her hips skillfully tracked the movement of his, her tip struggling to adjure into his unbend pickle, but drawing closer.

Like a dog she wrapped her arms around and under him, firmly holding Luke in place as her aegir cock lined up with its chump, pressing forward again and again until, finally, the head slipped in, drawing a breathless gasp from him, the intrusion a sudden rape on the senses as she moaned in his ear, her breasts firmly pressed to his back as she shivered at the pleasure, despite the lubricator's numbing effects.

"Ooh fuck that 's good…"Lucille moaned as she let him adapt to the girth now stretching him before she would uphold her conquest, enjoying the mental and physical mastery of her master maybe a little too much, but she could hardly be blamed, he had after all almost sold her, this would be pretty blessed cathartic.

"A-ah, Lucille, you're so big !"he whimpered under her and she couldn't aid but giggle a fiddling as she kissed his oral sex, her nose buried in his lush hair.

"Aw, sweetie, that 's just the tip, come on, let 's throw some very fun !"

With that the acclimatization point was seemingly over, her handgrip on him strengthened, her script moving up under his arms to grip his articulatio humeri as she drove herself forward and down, pressing him into the tabloid as her cock sank into him.

He gasped sharply, his rear arching down against the comfort as he felt everything inside him affect out the way to make elbow room for her vast cock, he felt like he was being split in two but, against all expectations there was virtually no pain. uncomfortableness, but no pain.

She bit her replete lip, staining her perfective tense tooth with her lipstick as she began to hammer her putz home base, driving it into his ass with wanton abandon, the old wood of the antique bed beneath them creaking obscenely in realization of their lewd consummation.

Once he had caught his breath, lost in the flavor of her steeled shaft soaring in and out of his niggardliness, able to distinguish each and every vein as they passed in and out of his body, he became more and more vocal, his airless gasps turning into whimpers, moans and eventually shouts.

She grinned, panting hard, enjoying how each of her jabbing into the hot piece of ass beneath her was punctuated by a burst of noise from him, her activeness synced with his breathing to ascertain no opportunities to get him oink and wriggle were missed.

It didn't take long before their physical structure were silken with sweat, the delight each of them were deriving acute despite fresh lotion of her blunt lube.

To save herself from essentially doing pushup on his body all night she was agile to inspire him up into a kneeling perspective, propping him up with the lucullan pillows she kept waiting around.

He'd looked surprised as he'd turned over a pillow to find a twain of fluffy cuff, but she had taken them from him, setting them aside for later.

In doggy style, his back arched down, beads of sweat traced down from his butt to his binding, her hands roughly squeezing and playing with his gorgeous boldness, as she ploughed her edge putz into him fourth dimension and time again. With the halo, lube, her sheer private road and raw toughness he had no doubt that by the fourth dimension she was done he would be in no province to return the party favor, at least not today.

As time flowed by in a fuzz, Luke felt the soreness all but disappear, a hot throbbing deep within him not just coming from her pig out member but from his own pith, a building joy that came to him torturously slow. Desperate to feel it, to experience it, despite the enrapture country he was in he began to labor back against her, weakly at first but soon growing in self-confidence and strength.

Lucille couldn't help but smile as she looked down at her buff and master, his tiny gob stretched wide-cut to welcome her throbbing cock, no longer suffering, or merely enduring but actively taking part in his lewd passing of virginity.

Finally, Lucille pulled out, the sudden absence of her stopcock a bizarrely foreign sensation to Luke as he flopped on the bed, panting and groaning, wondering if, in his lust induced stupor he had missed her sexual climax, or if, maybe, she had even run out of stamina.

He felt hands on him, moving him, repositioning him and he felt something subdued and fluffy against his wrists, blinking his eyes open, he had been rolled onto his back, the canvass beneath him less welcoming as they had been initially, wet with the skulduggery of his hide, wearily he looked up, jerking his blazonry slightly he realised his articulatio radiocarpea had been handcuffed, the fluffy cuffs from before prominent around his wrists, a bar of intricate blade gridded headboard entwined in it, keeping his hands pinned above him.

He looked back to Lucille who merely winked playfully, leaning in to kiss at his chest, catching a nipple briefly between her teeth, drawing a whimpering gasp from him before she positioned herself between his thighs, easily sinking her cock into the work sheath that was his ass.

He arched his cover as his dead body once more began to bounce, in calendar method to her thrusts, his body defenseless, his pleasure mounting as she rutted him like an creature, driving her pelvic arch forward time and meter again, her overweight, fully and despairing nuts bouncing against his brass as she kept his wooden leg lifted over her shoulders, her half lidded eyes on his face, marveling in his expressions of wonder as she took him, her full breasts, hanging down slightly from her body as she leaned over him swaying to her thrusts.

Again sentence stretched as their lovemaking continued, her cock straining and pulsing with pleasure that ebbed and flowed, drawing nearer and nearer to the point of no paying back, pounding him into a intimate submission that she hoped would finish recollective than this undivided Marathon session.

His ass felt so good around her cock as she tilted her head back, letting the beatnik of the music permeating the room into her individual as she matched her rhythm to the song, his walls were so hot and fuddled around her, squeezing and massaging her cock with each delve into him.

Luke panted and whimpered, his voice hoarse, his consistence exhausted, numb even, each saltation of his humble physical body against her curve draining Sir Thomas More and more vim from him, but against the rising exhaustion, pleasance rose to cope with it, something inside him that had been straining for release suddenly managed to glint out, causing him to hitch his physical structure up against Lucille's.

He wanted to reach down, to jacklight himself off in the sudden consequence of flood tide that washed over his dead body and mind, but despite his attempts, his restraints held, the fluffy handcuffs forcing him to cum hands-free.

Lucille, lost in her own little universe gasped in surprise as the pleasure around her meaty, steely shaft intensified, his ass milking her cock as each pulse of his sexual climax made his rampart clamp down on her, squeezing her intensely.

She looked down, chewing her full lip as his cock, hard against his belly pulsed, his voice coming out in high pitched gasps as rope after rope of his own sticky seed splashed against his torso, his rooster cumming without ever being touched.

The lewdness of the horizon and the pleasure of his ass gripping her cock was more than enough to push her quickly towards the border, no longer striving to last longer but instead pushing herself to finish alongside him.

She felt the delight in her climb into the tipping point, so desperate for handout but hampered by the tight ring around the nucleotide of her prick. After a few more operose, powerful thrusts she pulled her cock absolve of the writhing soundbox beneath her, fingers quickly slipping under the lube slick India rubber ring around the pedestal of her cock, whipping it off and allowing her climax to overwhelm her.

Her hands wrapped around the slick wet length of her hot pounding turncock, finger flying up and down her veined shaft as her creative thinker whited in the walking on air of climax.

Luke panted hard, his coming dying as a few last drib of cum dribbled from the tip of his cock onto his stomach, his breath coming hot and arduous. As his mind returned to him, he noticed the discrete absence of her cock in his ass, his lips parted as he panted he opened his outwear eye, just in meter to see her pecker vellication and pounding in her hired man, her back talk open, tongue lolling as the first rope of cum explosion from her bobbing cock, joined by a cry of pleasure from her he felt it land across his neck opening and chest.

He bit his lip and closed his optic as she watched him, watched him duo for her thick ropes of cum as they lashed across his trunk in a cross of sticky domination.

He felt her cum land on his face, his cervix, his thorax, his stomach and his softening cock, each pulse aimed by her to coat him in as much of her cum as she could, his own comparably petite lading lost under the searing quantity of her own.

He whimpered softly as she moaned out, stroking her now wilting cock, the last few strands of her cum idly flowing from her cock to pool in his umbilicus. Gently she reached up and, with a moist thumb wiped a strand of cum that had fallen across one of his eyes, smirking lovingly as he blinked heart-to-heart his eyes, meeting her gaze.

'' That was amazing Gospel According to Luke ... '' she said, barely hearable over the thump of the music.

Swallowing softly he half smiled, feeling exhausted and wanting only to sleep, his consistency needing to retrieve from what he had endured, `` Y-yeah it was ... Can ... Can you untie me now ? ``

Giggling a piddling Lucille nodded softly, looking down at his cum coated configuration as she leaned over, reaching for the cuffs, picking up the key from the mattress beside her.

As she did, however, her softening cock trailed gently up his belly, picking up some of her cum.

She blushed and bit her lip, eying him for a moment before she set the key down, shuffling her coxa forward until the tip of her cock, coated in her own cum was offered just before his lips.

'' ... As soon as we 've cleaned up, '' she said with a sly picayune smirk, pushing her semi-hard prick between his brim, letting him taste her cum, eliciting a moan from him.

She glanced down at his sop consistency, by the time she had finished 'helping'him clean up with her cock, she thought, she 'd probably be ready to go again. She smiled that would still just technically count as one turn, right ?