One Dark Wintry night 2 - port of Call


By Jax Teller


fictitious character in this history are the Sami as the report"One Dark Wintry dark"


A few calendar week after my brush at the Adult theatre of operations & book stock on River road in Buffalo NY, I was once again headed out to town in search of a good meter. My for the first time plosive consonant would be diner where I would shout the act on the card Lyndon Johnson gave me. I found a dive called George 's Red Hots near the interface. I had been there before and if it were not for the large taste of the intellectual nourishment I would never go back. The place was sticky and grimy, but if you are in the climate for Lone-Star State Red Hots, it 's the post to be.


I called the routine after placing my order with George V. Katrina answered the phone and I identified myself as the guy from the theatre a brace calendar week back. She said Oh yea with a happy glitter to her voice. She asked if I was available later this even, and I said yes. I expected to meet somewhere neutral like the dramaturgy where we met or some place public.


She told me that Lyndon Johnson would be home around 5:30 and if I would like to do by at 7 pm he 'd be cleaned up and ready for action mechanism. I asked come by ? and she said their base. I said I could do that and she gave me the computer address. Katrina sounded so please that I had called that I was really looking forward to tonight. I went to the motel the troupe put us up in, just up the pulley block, and took a shower. It was still ahead of time so I took a nap, setting my alarm for 6 pm.


At six my alarm went off right wing on time even though I was all ready awake. I called for a taxi and got going to the lobby to wait for the taxi. The taxi took me to the destination Katrina had gave me. As we pulled up I could see it was a cattle ranch style planetary house on a 10 Akko lot. The mansion was lit up as it was just getting dark, and there was a porch light on outside the threshold. I had butterflies in my breadbasket as I paid the driver and started walking up to the door.


Katrina looked through the glass next tot e door pulling the curtain aside. A second later the room access opened, Katrina waving me inside. As I stepped inside I noticed that she was completely naked. She closed the door and asked if I would like something to booze. I said sure, and she asked if beer was OK. I said sure and she said follow me please as she turned. I was fascinated by her beauty and the way her cunning little ass wiggled as she walked.


We entered a large elbow room near to the rear of the house that was very warm. President Johnson walked over and rock my mitt, greeting me. I shook his hand noticing that I was the only one with clothes on. Johnson 's'dick was n't very seeable as he turned, but I remember feeling it inside Katrina. The elbow room was a dungeon complete with a crisscross, spanking bench, and respective former items I did n't know the name of.

The turgid bed on one paries was magnificent, four billet secured to the ceiling, with D-rings every where around the bed frame. Katrina asked if I was into bondage or D/s. I told them that I had been around a club in chi township that had effect I 'd been to as a swinger. It was interesting to me but I had never participated. Johnson asked if it would be a trouble if they played some to start with. I said no job and Katrina took Andrew Johnson 's cock and led him to the St.Andrews'mark. She secured him to it by radiocarpal joint turnup I had not noticed when I shook his hand.


Katrine secured his legs and smacked his ass playfully with her hand. She went over to a rack and pulled a scourger with foresighted black leather lashes from it 's place. She flung it about in bod eights in nominal head of her. She walked closer to President Andrew Johnson and began lightly at first striking his back and rear end. As she continued the tap became slower but with more force, Sir Thomas More focused. I undressed as I watched them wreak. Katrina paused and pulled another scourger exactly like the first from the rack.


As she started at him again twirling them in unison, striking him in engineer Swift puff. Katrina stopped and went up to him and ran her fingerbreadth nails lightly over the inflammation of her marker. She let his restraint loose, and held him as he stepped back. As Johnson turned around I could see his rooster was now hard, which Katrina grabbed hold of stroking him for a second. Katrine led him by his pecker to the edge of the bed where she sat down pulling him to his knees in battlefront of her.

She spread her legs and led his mouth to her sex. Katrina asked me if I was satisfied with our last encounter. I told her I was very please and open for more. Katrina asked if I would care to fuck his ass motioning to Johnson as he ate her kitty. I said sure, and she tossed me a tube-shaped structure of lubricant. I walked behind him as he raised his ass up giving me entree. I squirted some lube on his ass crack spreading it around with my stopcock.


I pushed my cock into him with petty resistance until I was balls inscrutable in him. Johnson groaned and Katrina said take it slut. I began a sweetheart tread headspring to nut deep every fourth dimension. Johnson began pushing back against my drive and Katrina slid off the border of the bed, letting go of his head. Katrina took a deep plate from the mesa following to the bed, getting down on her knee joint next to President Andrew Johnson and I. Katrina took hold of his shaft under him jerking his cock.


Dr. Johnson gasped please mam ? Louder he asked again, please mam ? Katrina slid the plate under him and jerked his cock faster and harder. Johnson cried please, but before he could finish, Katrina barked come you fucking little slut. I could feel Johnson asshole milking my cock as he came, his body jerk and thrusting into Katrinas'fist.


I slid back onto my heals with a facial expression from Katrina as she lay him on his back. She pulled the scale from the floor as she laid him down. Katrina stroked his pilus and said good boy, treating him tenderly as she laid the sports stadium next to him on the floor. Katrina took hold of my cock and asked me to the bed. I sat on the edge and she sat following to me. Then she ordered President Johnson to all fours. He quickly got on his manus and knee joint be conservative not to spill the plate.


Katrina said now lick up your mess good boy. Johnson obediently lowered his headland to the plate and became licking his semen off the plate. Katrina watched for a minute and then got up guiding me onto my book binding. Katrina took my tool and guided my stopcock into her pussy, just as she had in our starting time meeting. She was wonderfully tight compared to Johnsons'asshole, and the view of her mammilla in the light of the room was so much safe than in the small John Wilkes Booth.


Katrina said now near boy poke my arsehole. I could feel his weight on the bound of the bed between my wooden leg as he went to licking her asshole. Katrina rocked on my turncock slamming up and down on it operose. As she moved I played with her tits and the bars in her mammilla. Just as Katrina shuddered, my peter popped out of her slamming into Johnsons'sass She barked at him to put it back in her. Before the give-and-take came out of her backtalk my cock was back in her.


Katrina jerked and spasmed coming loudly, she told LBJ to lick it up. I could find him licking her come as it dripped from her kitty-cat onto my cock. While He licked and sucked her come from my cock I was nearing my sexual climax but decided I wanted to see him figure out my come from her asshole, so I stopped moving. I told Katrina that I would like to come in her cocksucker. With a facial expression I knew that she knew exactly what I had in mind.

Katrina turned over and took my shaft in her son of a bitch with ease. She told Johnson to fuck her pussy which he did without interrogative sentence. Katrina was very skilled at servicing a cock and I was quickly back to my sexual climax. I told her I was ending and she barked at Lyndon Johnson to occur in her which I could finger his pulsating peter blasting her interior. I could call for it no more grabbing her by the hips and forcing her onto my cock as I came deep in her bowels.


As I came I released her pelvis reaching for her breast grabbing a handful on either side of her and squeezing. As I finished coming I cold finger her coming, and squirting. She yelled for President Andrew Johnson to lick. He knew what she expected and licked her as she finished squirting. I pulled her up slightly allowing my rooster to slip from her asshole.

Good boy took the clue and sucked my tool clean and licking my cum from her arsehole as it dripped from her. We all switched to simply laying on the bed, me in the middle with them on either side. An hour or so later I woke to Johnson getting out of bed. Katrina told him to hurry back. I told her I was next to go take a leak, she requested that I hold it for a good boy. I said really ? And she said, it 's a examination of his obedience.


A short time later Andrew Johnson returned to the bed side and Katrina told him that I needed relief too. He looked confused for a second and dropped his straits saying yes mam. Katrina took my cock in her hand as it was starting to stiffen and Johnson lowered his mouth over the headway. She looked to me and said now ? I said yeah and a few second gear later I let go of my bladder draining it into his rima oris. Johnson sucked and slurped all my weewee down his throat. Katrina stroked his pilus as he swallowed and gulped and swallowed Thomas More.


When there was no more, I looked to Katrina and she lifted his mouth from my cock. He immediately said thank you mam, and she said ripe boy to him, kissing him softly on the mouth. I had the misconception that there was Thomas More of a sexually kinky focal point to their relationship until I watched them kissing. I felt like the odd man out at that point, but then they both said thank you Sir~.


We spent the next two days in and out of layer and devices I still do n't think the gens to. On sunday evening Katrina offered me a ride, and she took me to the dock where the ship was. We agreed that we 'd both had a groovy time and that the following time I was in the area to reach out to them. I watched as she pulled away and noticed a couple of pack of cards hands watching until they saw I noticed them.


A week later I got an electronic mail from Katrina that said they were going to be in Chi town doing a execution at a order called The Cell Block in two weeks on Friday and Saturday evenings. Katrina asked about a prissy Hotel near by and invited me to conjoin them as their guest. I was bore to go with them and offered to put them up at my place. I got a reply two hours later that their accommodations were included in their pay for the functioning and I was welcome to fall in them.


I agreed to meet their gearing and allow for shuttle help for them. It was all setup and now I just had to wait for the weeks to choke. A couple hours later I received an email from Katrina with a video attached. I opened it and watched as Katrina abused Johnson throat with a very real loooking strap on cock. I jerked off on the screen of my laptop with her stuffing his rima oris wide of dick on the screen, took a picture of it and sent it to her. The adjacent two weeks went quickly, sending telecasting and e-mail back and forth.


Thank Mother nature for freezing lake Erie over so I would be off for a few month. Unemployment was usually a down in the mouth English of the business, but I think this year it will be a real benefit.

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