This is the seventh part of the second story following the exploits of Maggie, her friends, and the enigmatic and vicious Count Pyre. This story is mainly set in Romania. I only used this country because of the joking Count Dracula similarities. All of the people and places are purely imaginary, and if they bear any resemblance to real people that is unfortunate and unintended. If the story line upsets anyone from that great country I apologise unreservedly.
There are some old characters who make a reappearance, plus plenty of new ones that will hopefully keep you interested. The story contains elements of extreme BDSM that may upset some people. If that is the case with you, then please move on. Apart from that, there is something for everyone. Straight sex, lesbian, toys, lingerie, anal and group sex. I hope you enjoy it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. If you hate it just leave a bad rating and move on. I am not a professional writer and just do this for a bit of fun. For me the main enjoyment I derive from writing these stories is in creating the characters. If you have strong feelings about any of the persons in the story and would like to read more, or less, about them please leave your remarks in the comments and I will try to accommodate your wishes when Maggie can I go to my room please?” Fahima spoke in perfect, slightly accented English.
“Of course, Fahima. you and Tony have adjoining rooms as your father desired. They are the last two rooms on the corridor where Charlotte, Gabrielle and Maggie are staying, so they can show you the way. We can all meet at dinner as I have some things to attend to.” The Count thanked Ken and left the girls to lead Fahima and Tony upstairs.
Maggie made a point of pointing her room out as they passed it, and Tony gave her the beaming smile that she had expected. Walking to the end of the corridor Maggie opened the last door. The demetevler escort six large suitcases were piled in one corner. The room had the same lay out as Maggie’s room except for an open door that led to a much smaller room next door. Looking through the open door she saw Tony`s familiar battered, leather suitcase resting on the bed, and a small bathroom leading off the bedroom.
Fahima entered the room and Tony walked through into his side room. Maggie followed Tony as Gabrielle and Charlotte disappeared off to their own rooms. Fahima came to the doorway of Tony`s room and before she shut the door told Tony, “Mr. Evans. I need some time to bathe and get ready for dinner. I will call for you if I need you.”
“OK Fahima,” Tony said with a smirk at Maggie. “Ms Rossi and I have a bit of catching up to do. I will be right here if you need anything.”
As soon as Maggie heard the door click shut, she jumped into Tony`s outstretched arms and kissed him passionately on the lips. “I´ve missed you, Colonel Evans. Plus, I have been such a wicked girl since we last saw each other,” she told him with a glint in her eye.
Tony was laughing now as he told her, “Well Ms. Rossi, I can see that you will need a good spanking, but first I think I would like to have one of your great blowjobs. It was a long boring flight apart from being teased by the naked Olga for four hours.”
Maggie giggled as she wrestled with his belt buckle. A few seconds later and she was on her knees, his cock in her mouth and his hands on her head as he thrust himself forward. Olga must have indeed teased him terribly, as he came in a few minutes. Maggie savoured the taste of his creamy ejaculation as he filled her mouth with come.
Maggie continued to suck and lick his diminishing cock until he pushed her away with a laugh, as the sensitivity of his dick dikmen escort became to much for him to take. Tony now removed the rest of his clothing as Maggie seductively pulled the jump suits zip all the way down to her lacy white panties. Pulling it from her shoulders she sat on the bed to pull the legs off. Tony was laying on the bed and Maggie snuggled into his curly, grey chest hair and planted tiny kisses to his strong torso. One of her hands played lazily with his slippery, flaccid cock as Tony stroked her hair.
“What’s she like?” Maggie asked him
Tony thought for a brief moment before answering, “I am not really sure to be honest. I picked her up from her father at Tehran airport. She`s hardly said a word since then, just ordered a coke on the flight. I think she slept for a while, but it was hard to tell with all that stuff she had on.”
“So no fucking Olga for you then?”
“I didn`t think it would be correct with such an innocent within eyesight. I thought about getting a quickie in the lav but decided to save myself for the one I care the most about.”
Maggie felt his cock start to twitch as she gingerly stroked it with her fingernails. “And who would that be Colonel Evans?” she asked, turning her head to look him in the eye, a smirk on her lips.
“Why Gabrielle of course,” Tony told her, and then cried out as her fingernails now raked his stiffening shaft.
Without a word Maggie sprang from the bed, opened the door to the corridor and ran in her underwear to her room. Luckily, she had packed the small cane that Tony liked to use. She took it from her suitcase and returned to his room within a minute. His frown of confusion turned to laughter when he saw what she held in her hand. “I have been very, very bad Sir. I think I deserve six of the best, and then a good fucking with Sir`s big cock!”
With that elvankent escort Maggie bent over the bed and stared at him expectantly until he got off the bed, took the cane from where she had laid it on the bedcover and stood behind her and slightly to the right. Maggie heard the woosh and then the stinging across her bum as he landed the first stroke. As the second stripe was laid across her bum she felt her panties start to dampen. By the time Tony lashed the sixth stroke across her arse Maggie could feel trickles of her juices running down the inside of both thighs.
Tony threw the cane on the bed and roughly pulled Maggie’s panties down to her ankles, Seconds later she felt him rub his cock up and down her entrance before thrusting himself inside her in one motion. Her well lubricated tunnel accepted his five inches effortlessly. He began to fuck her rapidly. Moving his knees slightly up and down he was able to vary his angle of penetration to hit her G-spot at regular intervals. Maggie was moaning loudly now, and Tony was not stopping soon. Her preliminary blow job meant he banged into her for a good five minutes, his hands gripping her thighs in a vice like grip. Maggie had climaxed loudly twice before he eventually let out a long, “Shiiiiit!” and Maggie felt his come splash her insides.
They were both startled from their post coital recovery by a slow hand clapping coming from behind them. Turning quickly, they saw the adjoining door was now open and Fahima stood there clapping their performance. Maggie`s mouth formed an O shape in shock. Not that she had been watched being fucked by Tony, but the fact that Fahima wore only a bright red corset, her breasts resting on the half cups at the top. They were about the size of a small cantaloupe, with dark brown, hard nipples topping breasts of a paler brown. The corset had six straps that were attached to grey silk stockings. Her pubic mound, with a smattering of curly auburn hair, was visible as she wasn`t wearing panties. Fahima`s feet were clad in bright red heels with five-inch heels and her long auburn hair ran down her back to nearly the crack of her arse. She wasn`t that tall, Maggie thought absurdly, but must have been wearing those heels under all that black clothing.