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Wretchedly desperate, I tear open my pants. I don’t waste time on words—this is raw impulse, sheer manic need. Blindly I shove my dick inside her. I’m gifted in both girth and length, and her hole has to stretch to take me, but she’s so slippery it’s easy to plunge all the way in.
The soft, wet suction of her body gloves my cock, tantalizing every nerve along my length. The stimulation is unbearable, and I almost come right away.
“Shit,” I hiss, tangling my fingers in her hair as I seat myself fully inside her.
“Rupert,” she gasps.
“That’s not my name.” I grasp her hip tightly and pull back before surge forward hard, a vicious thrust into her sex.
“Then tell me your real name,” she begs.
“Can’t…. gods…” The sensation of my cock rolling through her tight channel is beyond divine. Bolts of heart-stopping pleasure skate up my dick into my belly, and my body tightens, ready to spill everything inside her.
Later I’ll fuck her slowly. Right now my need is so great I can think of nothing else, and so I fuck her rough and raw, so hard the heavy table shudders with the power of my thrusts. I wrap my hand deeper into Juliette’s beautiful hair, tugging her head back while I give her sweet pussy a brutal pounding.
She angles her hips a bit, gasping, “The edge of the table—is—in just the right spot—I—I’m almost—fuck me harder, please, please—”
I ramp up the violent pace of my thrusts, grinding her mound against the table. A chill of intense pleasure runs over my body as I feel the first flutters of her orgasm.
“I’m coming,” she says jerkily, hoarsely. “Oh goddess… I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming—”
She keeps repeating it, and I almost laugh, because I love how I’ve reduced her beautiful, intelligent brain to a mindless, wanton blur whose single focus is cock.
“Quietly, sweetheart. No screams,” I admonish her, and then I feel it—her whole body tremoring with the uncontrollable rush of her orgasm. She’s whimpering, shaking. Her walls tighten rhythmically around the length of my cock—thrill after thrill and I can’t breathe, I’m coming, coming so fucking hard I can barely see. I grip her hair and her hip, bending over the table as my cock shoots stream after stream of thick cum into her womb. My balls keep tightening, and my dick keeps pulsing, spurting, draining everything. My entire body is awash with glistening pleasure, and I can’t make a sound beyond a few low, choked moans.
I’m wordless, but Juliette is talking to me, low and sweet. “That’s a good boy. That’s what you needed, isn’t it? You needed somewhere to put all that lovely cum.”
I would never have guessed she had such a naughty tongue.
I let out a harsh gasp, and I can breathe again. The sharp ecstasy is softening, ebbing. Slowly I pull out of her, and I watch my thick white cum pool at her entrance and slide down her pussy and drip onto the kitchen’s tiled floor.
Juliette twists around and looks down at the floor, worry creasing her pretty face.
“We have to clean that up,” she says. “Kitchens need to be kept very clean, you know, so people don’t get sick.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“Good. There’s a dish of soap by the sink over there. I’ll find a cloth or something to clean myself up.”
“You’d better burn the cloth or wash it afterward,” I suggest. “Can’t have cum-rags lying around the kitchen. Let me help you with this.” I scoop my fingers through her sex, collecting my cum and her arousal.
Truthfully, I love the filthy, transgressive act we committed. I’d happily smear our blended arousal on every surface of this room and laugh silently, knowing that the kitchen maids and cooks would be working on tables and counters tainted by our release. But Juliette takes kitchen cleanliness seriously, so I’ll play along.
Minutes later, the cleanup is done and the mixing process has resumed. Juliette commands me to be quiet while she works. When the batter is ready, I have her spit into it. Then I uncork a tiny vial from my pocket and tap its contents into the bowl.
“Is that… hair?” Juliette makes a face.
“Two strands of King Falron’s hair, chopped fine,” I tell her. “I offered to carry the King’s laundry down for one of the maids, and she was happy for the help.”
“But how do you know it’s his hair?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Oh, but I do.”
“Fine.” I sigh. “The hairs were the curly kind. I found them inside his undershorts.”
“Oh. Ew.” She looks as if she’s about to gag.
