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 The Parley by Kyrah Jade Kayles, the BlueMyst Contact: codemuffin@gmail.com
Written: December 22, 2004

   Story codes: MF, nc

   For N.  & R., with love

   "We yield on parley, but are stormed in vain." -- Dryden

   "Be gentle."

   He smiled.  Of course he would be gentle.  There would be time for pain,
time for punishment, but now it was only the parley, an opening match, a
conference.  He loved this phase.  He could flesh out a woman's details,
from the texture of her hair, to the special spot that turned her on
immediately.  This woman in particular was especially lovely.  She was
beautiful, willing, and most importantly, a challenge.  To call this a true
parley would be incorrect.  Nicolette was a challenge, but her body
wouldn't be an enemy to him for very much longer.  He gazed at her body
openly, undressing her with his eyes.  She was all curves, with a healthy
build that he didn't see as often these days in women.  Some he ran across
seemed to devote all their time to starving themselves, an action that
disgusted him.  Yet Nicolette wasn't like that.

   Time to begin negotiation.

   "Gentle, my dear?  Of course, for now.  I would not dare push one hair
out of place on your delicate form.  However, you cannot move slow
forever." He stretched, staring her down.  He moved to sit down, looking at
her all the while.  Nicolette was wearing a long sleeved blue shirt, with
khaki pants.  How cute, Rob thought to himself.  "Why don't you get out of
those bedsheets?  They would look nicer...without you in them." He paused,
watching her stand definitely before him, not a muscle moved out of place.
He kept calm.  This was still mere parley, after all.  It was a game, and
he would win, in the end.  He took his time.  His voice rose in sharpness,
"Remove them." Nicolette cringed.  There was a coldness in his voice that
didn't ask, but ordered.  She figured that this voice got its way often. 
She began removing her clothes, leaving Rob to watch her two round,
succulent breasts.  They were larger than he estimated; this woman
obviously attempted to keep them under control and well hidden.  He licked
his lips as she moved to take off her pants, the material sliding easily
over her soft, rounded ass.  She set her pants aside carefully, then
unhooked and removed her bra.  She pushed it over to the pile where her
other clothes convened quietly.  He held his hand up, stopping her from
removing her pants.  "No, removing your panties is a pleasure I reserve for
myself." He pointed at a hard oak cube off against the wall.  "Sit on top
of that, please." He watched her move to sit down and took off his shirt
and trousers, thinking it only fair.  He chuckled; her eyes went straight
to his cock, then to his eyes.  "Don't worry, you'll be on better terms
with my cock very soon."

   He reached down to remove her panties, his hand brushing the soft skin
of her stomach.  She shivered visibly, and he saw spots of moisture on her
panties.  "Mmm, I love to see that you're as excited as I am.  That is, you
are excited, aren't you?" When she refused to give an answer, he laughed
and lifted her up, fully removing her panties.  He was beginning to grow
incensed.  His British accent accentuated this greatly.  "Look, if you
don't want this, speak up now.  You haven't said no to me yet.  If you
didn't come here to get fucked, what precisely did you come here for?" He
had slipped out of his boxers at this point, his cock already hard.  It sat
just inches from her pussy, and Nicolette knew all too well the short
distance.  Nicolette's eyes looked at it, and she moved to grasp Rob's cock
gently, placing it at the opening of her moist, slick pussy.  Rob moaned
loudly, the sensation derived from the throbbing tip of his cock right
against her slit, drove him crazy with lust.  The fact her juices flowed so
freely and easily at this point did little to change the tension in his
groin.  He pushed inside her quickly, burying his length inside her.  Both
of them moaned in satisfaction.  Rob wasn't finished yet.  He reached
behind Nicolette, using her round ass for leverage as he began thrusting
quickly, all his concentration centered on getting as deep inside Nicolette
as he could.  She became just as animated, feeling her body rapidly advance
toward that sweet goal of climax.  "Mmm, you feel so good inside me, it's
like you were meant to fit here all along." She arched her back slightly,
her breasts jutting out more than usual, the nipples stiff from arousal. 
"Play with them, my dear.  Pinch them, pull them, it's all the same to me."
He saw her place her hands on her breasts, her fingers rolling her nipples
around a few times before pinching them hard, wincing at the change in
pressure.  Rob pumped wildly , switching from a fast rhythm to a
deliberately slow tempo that made Nicolette moan in absolute pleasure.  She
could feel every slight push Rob made, the throbbing pulse of his cock, and
the ever-present need building inside her.  She was well on her way to
orgasm, but needed something else.  Rob's slow motions didn't help to
soothe her needs, it only made them worse.  Her orgasm was still out of
reach.  She howled in frustration.  "Fuck me, fuck me!  Faster, faster,
please ...I need it!"

   Rob sped up, but only slightly; to Nicolette, it still felt like someone
had flipped a bottle of ketchup upside down and was watching the contents
settle.  He whispered breathlessly, almost unable to form the words, "Will
you do anything for an orgasm?"

   "Anything!" , said Nicolette, the words coming out raspy and breathless.


   "Allow me to do as I wish?" inquired Rob.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Whatever you do, just let me cum!" shouted Nicolette.

   Rob was losing himself.  Sweat covered his body, beats of the stuff
decorating his forehead like a crown.  He stopped for a moment, pulled her
forward slightly, and without ceremony slipped a long finger inside the
frustrated woman's ass.  He pressed himself deeply inside Nicolette, his
cock fully buried inside Nicolette.  He couldn't last too much longer, as
Nicolette was tightening her muscles around his cock, milking it.  It was
obvious to him that she wanted him to cum as badly as he wanted her to. 
Rob exploded, his hot seed filling Nicolette, his hips bucking, pumping his
cock in and out of Nicolette rapidly as he lost control.  His moans filled
the room, with Nicolette not too far behind him.  The stimulation derived
from his finger lodged in her ass drove Nicolette over the edge.  Her
intense orgasm left her hips rocking wildly back and forth, her thighs
covered with little rivers of their shared climax.  Rob pulled her close,
pleased with the first leg of this journey.  He had confronted the enemy,
gone into battle, and forced surrender.  A very productive parley, he
thought.  He looked down to Nicolette, and flashed her his classic smile.
Yes, this was a keeper, he thought.  The only question left was how far he
could go...
   The End