ARmy Rumour SErvice

Originally Posted by Jack H

OK..I'll be a bit gentler then.......

Didn't realise you were doing anything!

Chapter 7 please!

Originally Posted by Nurse Ratched

Didn't realise you were doing anything!

I didn't know you were awake...makes a bloody change!......Anyway...I enjoyed myself, that's the main thing!.....

Chapter Seven

Apart from the odd fumble Saffron had with my old chap, the journey back home was uneventful. I parked the Landrover next to the barn and stepped out into a fine drizzle of sleet.

“The front door is open.” I called to Saffron. “Make your way in and I’ll bring the bags.”

I hadn’t made it past the hallway, a small suitcase in each hand before Saffron dropped to her knees in front of me.

“I want it now you hunky bastard.” She murmured. “Drop the fucking cases and give me a good seeing to.”

She had my old boy out in a flash. I always go commando. I dropped the cases and glanced down at the top of Saffrons cute head as she roughly grabbed my massive blood engorged member.

“Jeezus Arte.” She exclaimed. “It looks like a cock…Only smaller…” She then proceeded to wrap a pair of red lip-sticked lips around the old boy.

I groaned with pleasure as she went to work, her tongue flashing back and forth along the length of my manhood. She forced a hand under my ball sac and gently gave the family jewels a squeeze.

I groaned again, and without warning, I spaffed a bolt of bukkake across the bridge of her pretty nose.

“Fuck me Arte!” Said Saffron. She looked up at me with gorgeous eyes ablaze with disappointment. “What sort of bollox is that?”

A few globules of man fat sped their way down her chin and dropped gently onto her flimsy blouse. She looked like the whore she obviously was.

“Sorry Saffron.” I muttered. “I… well… It’s been, well…Ages actually, since anyone has taken more than a passing interest in me, and well, you sort of caught me on the hop.”

It sounded lame. Because it was. I had always prided myself on my staying power, my manliness in the bedroom department. But she was so horny…

“Look, let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll start again.”

“I don’t need cleaning up Arte. I need a good solid shag.” She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, the bright red lipstick smudged and smeared as it mingled with my spunk.

I grabbed her hair and roughly dragged her to her feet. She screamed. I turned her slender neck to one side and forced her head back.

“Stop whining you whore, or I swear to God that I will give you something to cry about.”

“Please don’t hurt me.” She simpered. “Please don’t hurt me.”

I located the soft area between her collar bones and pressed two fingers firmly onto the exposed flesh. It wouldn’t take long.

Within eight seconds I was now holding onto her limp body, her breathing was slow and steady as I lowered her to the floor. My penis was hanging limply from my flies, but I knew there was some life left in the old boy as I tucked him back in. I just needed a bit more time… In the cellar.

I glanced down at my watch; it showed a quarter after eleven. I had ages yet.

I picked up the bunch of keys from my office and opened up the cellar door. After throwing the light switch, I returned to the lifeless looking heap of spermatozoa covered body on the hallway floor and scooped her up.

She weighed next to nothing, so it wasn’t at all difficult to manoeuvre down the narrow flight of stairs and into my dimly lit den of iniquity. It wasn’t a difficult task handcuffing her slender wrists to the chains on the wall either, after I had laid her down on the solid bench and roughly squeezed her right breast. The whore.

I reached under her skirt and ripped off her sopping panties; she had obviously involuntarily pissed herself. I raised the gusset to my face and breathed in the delightful mix of perfume and fear and then I laughed.

“Hahahahahahaahh.”

Her comfortable shoes, her flimsy, stained blouse and skirt were next to be roughly cast aside by my well-practised hands.

I opened a cupboard and removed two lengths of silk cordage; this was used to bind the slut’s pretty little ankles to the iron rings that had been fastened securely to the end of the bench.

I’d only just finished, standing back and admiring my knot craft when Saffron moaned slightly and her eyelids fluttered. I pinched her labia and inserted a finger into her soaking gash and whispered. “I’ll be back later honey…”

I made my way up the narrow stairs, turning off the lights and was about to close the sound-proofed cellar door with a soft ‘snick’ as Saffron let out her first scream.

“The first scream of many.” I chuckled, as I headed back outside and into a snow storm. I hardly noticed the dramatic fall in temperature as I headed to my nearby Landrover. I was too intent on retrieving the pack of freshly sharpened drill bits.

At long last!

thats more like it.

Lump hammers, sharpened meathooks and a French tickler to feature shortly, I presume?

Originally Posted by Koschei

Lump hammers, sharpened meathooks and a French tickler to feature shortly, I presume?

Presume or hope?