“It’s okay,” Morrigana said. She paused a long second. “But you can kiss it to make it better.”
Griffith wettened his lips with his tongue. Brought Morrigana’s head forward.
Applied a kiss to the point of her skull.
As Morrigana’s head dropped straight into his lap.
He sucked the back of her brain through her waved tresses. She sucked his cock through the seam of his trousers.
The zip released his prong with a zinging sound. Griffith felt the wetness descend from the crown to the top of his scrotum.
Morrigana’s tongue rotated about the tip.
Then she suckered the entire shaft of Griffith’s dick into her yip.
She held the dong firmly in her grip.
As though to prevent him from giving her the slip. Her hands tightened about the neck.
Prickhead popped out wider beneath her eyes.
Increasing in size with the ingestion of pulses of the thick blood of erection.
“Help me come off,” Morrigana wheezed. “I’m dying for an orgasm.”
“Will it make your day?”
“My hour, anyway.”
“Let’s hope.”
“Reach back into the safe. Way in the back. Feel it? It’s leather and-”
“Lace,” Griffith said, whisking the mask out into her face.
“Tie it on me.”
“Don’t you want to see me?”
“I want it to be dark.”
“But-”
“I want to see. Of course. But it’s more romantic if I want to and I can’t.”
“Sure. Here goes.”
“Yesss. Slide it on over my head. Make sure my eyes are covered.”
“It’s loose enough-”
“No. Tight.”
“This all right?”
“Uh huh. Now do the rest.”
Griffith grappled with her dress.
Hiked it over her hiney.
Morrigana lifted it over her breasts.
“Now the other accoutrements,” Morrigana seared through her lips. “You’ll find them in with the other valuables, lover.”
Griffith reached into the interior of the safe. Pulled out twined strips of leather with lace dangles on either end.
Morrigana wrapped her wrists together behind her back. Whined aloud.
“Tie them, please,” she breathed.
“Tight, I take it.”
“Yesss. So sweet.”
Morrigana pumped the crack of her rump into the air at Griffith. Shot her heels out, wiggled her toes, and crossed her ankles.
Griffith began to wrap Morrigana’s feet with two lengths of the braided leather twine.
Griffith rolled Morrigana out from underneath the fruitwood desk. Trussed her wrists with a strand. of twine down the split of her behind, running it to her tied ankles.
“You want me to bend you like a pretzel,” Griffith said. “That it?”
“Aaaaah, yesss,” Momgana slathered. “The best. Give me the best.”
“There’s another mask in here. Want me to wear it? It’s got eyeholes.”
“Yes. Put on the black mask. So you can see me. But I can’t recognize you.”
“You won’t be able to recognize me anyway, with that blindfold mask on you.”
“It’s the thought that counts. And I’m thinking of your cock. In my cunt. At me front and back and all over.”
“Stick it where the sun don’t shine.”
“Inside me. Stick your prick inside me. Fuck my mouth. Fuck my ass. Fuck my cunt.”
“That all?”
“Fuck me quickly.”
“In which order?”
“Take a spin.”
Griffith slashed his pelvis in an arc. His prick speared clear into something.
He felt her body open up.
His thick prick jerked right up her ass with a rutting shudder.
Morrigana felt her clit stutter.
Griffith pulled his twanger from her backside slowly. With no additional lubrication, Morrigana’s ass mucus had proved too little to offset the friction.
“No!” came Morrigana’s harrowing scream.
“Shhhhh. I just want to pack my pecker with a little liquid from your slit.
Then I’ll go right back in.”
“But I want it to hurt so much,” Morrigana said. “So that it ruptures to the touch.”
“Sorry. Too late.”
Griffith struck up inside her cunthide. The lips spread apart.
His legs spread athwart her hips.
Morrigana’s bound wrists jacked Griffith off as he fucked her from behind.
The twine about her ankles scraped his ballocks as she crushed into them with her heels.
“Now hit me,” Morrigana said.
“First give me the news.”
“Beat me to a fucking pulp, you sniveling gumshoe. Blind me with your come first. Then maybe I’ll tell you a story.”
He smacked her temple gently with his open palm. Continued the rutfuck in her cunt.
“Unh,” Morrigana sighed.
“Okay?”
“Again. Isn’t there a sap in there? A little leather club-the kind that cops use?”
“Here we go.”
Thwap! “More.”
Wap! “Harder.”
Ssshlat! “Hit me harder, fucker!”
Zeee-ap! “I’m come-ming!”
Griffith battered away with his honker up Morrigana’s quim. The cuntjuices ran in flourishes down the insides of his thighs.
His balls knocked against her bound wrists. She took them in her fists.
Snapped his testicles as he frigged away. His nuts shook like stirred pudding.
He felt scum brewing within them.
Morrigana twirled Griffith’s testicles with her tied ankles. Kicked them with her bound feet.
The rush of jissom flared first in his brain. Then the train pulled out of his groin.
Come sped along the track to the engine.
Fuck-fuck-fuck the cock chugged.
Jizz whistled into her tunnel.
“Ana-na.”
Morrigana’s tied limbs cranked and curlicued uncontrollably. Face hidden by the mask of leather and lace. Limbs bound. Cunt gagged.
She couldn’t leave him if she tried.
“Morrigana.”
“Mmmmm.”
“Morrigana. Hear what I’m saying?”
“Hmmm. Oh, fuck. Please whack my bloody brains to jelly, you’re a good fellow.”
“I can’t get it out of my head that there’s some obvious reason why Constance should have kept that string of gumdrops where she did-and not in the safe. But I can’t for the life of me get a hang on what it is. You wouldn’t be able to help me on that, Morrigana?”
“I told you I don’t know. Will you fuck me more? I’ll say anything.”
“Could you take a guess for me? About that pearl nonsense. From what you know about Constance on an Amiga level.”
He fucked her cunthole.
“I don’t think so. You’re the private investigator. I’m sure if you take a crack at it you’ll come up with something better than I could ever. That’s your livelihood.”
“So you really don’t know.”
“Ask Constance.”
“I will. But I’m talking to you now. Let’s see. Who besides Constance does know?”
Morrigana chewed her lips.
Sucked the damp leather of the mask encasing her face with leather and lace.
“Maybe only Constance does.” Morrigana mewed.
Her pussy stewed.
“How about a little hint, Morrigana?”
“Ummm-you know I don’t want to implicate anyone. If I were a private dick I’d have to consider everyone in town-not just friends or the people hanging around-”
“You won’t be implicating anyone, Morrigana. I’m just trying to ascertain our lady’s rationale for her unsafe hiding place.”
With dick exploding come inside her bound form, Morrigana coughed out.
“For goodness’ sake. I’m coming off now without even being hit. You really can work that stick. Why don’t you try the lady in the lake?”
Chapter IV
Honeysuckle clit-clove shone like a gemstone in the labial centerfolds of the water sprite who floated on the still water. Then the woman’s wily body warped suddenly in a backward circle, sending wavelets skittering across the small lake’s surface.
Griffith watched, eyes pierced by the direct rays of the sun, as the woman submerged herself beneath the swirling drink.
Griffith surmised that in the near distance what he was witnessing was the fabled Veronica Van Damme, the lady of the lake, in her favored abode. A watery ring about a tiny island-what could be described, were it on a simpler scale, as a huge tiled pool with garlanded sundeck in the center.
Beyond, a sweep of greensward and a deliriously cluttered flower garden-which sent floral musk rampant through surrounding air-set off the pool’s pure glare like a liquid gemstone.