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“Oh, my!” the woman gasped. “What joy she’s going to be!” She began to prod the anal opening, with each movement shoving a little bit more of the enormous prick into Laney’s behind. Suddenly, with no advance warning, she shoved hard, practically falling over Laney’s back and delivering her cock deep into her submissive’s entrails.
“Oh, gawd please!” Laney wailed. The man’s cock had been awkwardly dislodged from her mouth by the violent move, and it took some seconds for Laney to correct the situation, while Jannie was in the midst of banging her asshole.
“Come back here now.” Bruno calmly guided her head to his engorged member and Laney went down on him again, lapping and slurping ferociously in order to make him fully erect. So brutally used, she could hardly concentrate on sucking Bruno’s penis. Even more difficult was containing the rising pleasure, with the sensations from the anal rape profoundly affecting all her senses and all her nerves and every bit of physical will.
It wasn’t long before Bruno was ready to have her cunt, and pulled her forward, causing the woman’s prick to fall from Laney’s ass.
“Oh, Bruno,” the wife pouted.
He ignored her snit, while Laney straddled his hips and sat down with the cock going deep inside her. Laney fell into the man’s body, kissing his lips with a wet and open mouth. Every minute with his cock inside her was one to relish. ‘Oh, how she missed this!’ She truly hoped to have the man to himself, but that hope was sadly short-lived.
“Fuck her again, Jannie,” the man finally called out during a brief pause in a string of ardent kisses.
The woman was at Laney’s wiggling ass again with the thick head of her fake prick poised to strike. The sudden shove forward was not wholly unexpected, not after what happened before, and Laney managed to contain the desire to vent her feelings about the move with a string of four-letter words.
With both pricks inside her, her body became no more than a sex toy for the two to use. The husband got a particularly tight snatch to screw, while the wife in all her regal glory rocked happily inside Laney’s bottom. The prick had been designed with a protrusion that fit nicely into Jannie’s crotch to massage her clit and ‘g’ spot. Thus every stroke of the fake prick produced an opposing one in the woman’s body. She simply roared:
“Yes, yes, yes, you little animal! I love fucking sluts!” Her rounded hips jerked forward again and again, with each shove tearing at Laney’s ass. The husband was just as forceful, ramming his cock until jets of cum spewed into Laney’s sopping portal.
“Uggghh, ughhhhhhhh,” he grunted, with a cry that seemed to splinter the flimsy walls of the compartment. Laney groaned, and the unquenchable Jannie purred, her body shaking madly with orgasm ripping through her like a freight train.
A seething stillness followed until Jannie finally lifted her head, and after spying the half-covered windows of the compartment, exclaimed with great glee, “Oh, my look! We have an audience.”
The three heads turned toward the door and the glass panels on either side, with their tattered old shades. Peeking in the window were two men and a woman, smiling, and now just a little embarrassed to have been caught peeking.
“I hope we amused them.” Jannie waved, while Bruno and Laney discreetly looked away.
“My wife is an exhibitionist, in case you haven’t guessed,” he said.
After the trio had exhausted themselves, the couple made quick work of sending Laney on her way. She was abruptly pushed off the bed, while the two snuggled lovingly in the aftermath of their uproarious sex.
“We won’t be needing you any longer,” Bruno told her, absently.
“Yes, girl, take your clothes and leave now,” Jannie haughtily dismissed her, then she went back to smooching with her husband as she lewdly wiggled her way atop his wasted body, her bottom undulating seductively as if she were ready to start all over again.
To be so summarily sent away now that her usefulness was over was reminiscent of the orgy on the cruise ship when, still naked, she was ordered from the stateroom. But Laney had no desire to return to the general population of the train without her clothes, so she quickly pulled her skirt up over her hips and tossed her blouse over her head. She picked up her bag and was gone before either of the groveling pair said another word. There was no need for a tender goodbye, or any kind of goodbye at all; Bruno already had his Jannie working his cock again. She straddled his middle with her ass toward his face, while he slapped her jiggling fanny. It wasn’t until then that Laney noticed the rather ugly brand on the woman’s ass.
Laney left smiling, aroused and denied, but pleased, nonetheless. Her only wish was that there had been an opportunity to take all the sexual arousal they raised in her and bring it to completion.
Chapter Ten
Laney’s arrival in Prague was uneventful compared with the journey there. She easily slipped into the streets of the foreign city, initially looking like a tourist with plenty of luggage in hand; that is until she arrived at her hotel and could dump her cargo. She’d chosen a quaint but small inn, rather than one of the large international hotels, preferring the cozy ambience, which would lend itself to the mysterious purpose of her trip. It was her first time in the city, and she hoped that while she waited for the Marquis to appear and sweep her away, she’d take in some of the sights. This was a beautiful city: its castles and cathedrals, the Old World aura locked inside its unique architecture, immedia
tely transported her to a time when women were more deferential to men. She could thrive on this mood, and to have that submissive feeling swirling all about her was as heavenly as sex. Well, almost.
Occasionally, she remembered what brought her to Prague, and the lawyer in her was stunned by her willingness to throw caution out the door. This trek might be nothing but a wild goose chase, or the most unsafe thing she’d ever done. She could hear Sandra now, trying to talk her down from this scheme, presenting her with a string of cogent arguments that should send her packing right away. Just look at her…traveling to Prague because some old man in a bookshop in Paris goaded her with the promise of actually meeting the Marquis. Still, nothing in those bouts of sanity caused her to change her mind.
‘As far as finding the man you want, you can be assured that if you make the trip, he’ll know you’re coming. And he’ll find you...’
The words still needled her, in fact, they’d driven her to this strange city.
And what should she do now? Wave a red flag? Put an advertisement in the local paper? Stand on a street corner, waving the bracelet so she’d be seen?
‘…he’ll know you’re coming…’
How would he know she was coming? Who would tell him? The shopkeeper in Paris, of course, but did that mean that she’d been tailed? Chilling! Maddening! She was definitely out of her mind to be there with so many questions unanswered. Why was she here? What made her so certain she’d be safe? She had to think on that a moment. Bottom line, she had trusted Erik—she still did. She knew that he would never lead her into a dangerous situation, into anything she couldn’t handle. Even now, even with him gone, her faith in him had not been shaken.
Now that she was in this beautiful city, she had no intension of leaving. Being the kind of woman who refused to shy away from a challenge, she made up her mind to stay a week. If nothing happened in that time, she’d give up and go home, have the bracelet cut from her wrist and forget the damn Marquis. She’d burn his books and be done with him.
