|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 172 - rated 18+
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Date Posted: Friday, December 17, 07:32:05pm
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's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 151 & forward" on Wednesday, October 20, 08:23:26pm
Michael opened the door to their room for Nikita and she strolled into the bedroom, kicking off her shoes. Michael followed and began removing his jacket.
“Michael....please go smoke cigars and drink brandy with Dalton if you want...I really don’t mind. True the man exasperates me...but...well...go bond with the guys, okay,” she smiled.
“I don’t smoke.”
Nikita sat on the bed and giggled. “Michael....Michael....I know you don’t smoke but...why not go and catch up with Rene....it has been a good many years since you two were together....maybe you will bore Dalton and he’ll leave.”
“Well...maybe just for a few minutes....will you be.....?”
“I’m fine...I’m stuffed from that dinner....going to read my book I bought in town and slip into bed.”
“Very well...I won’t be long, I promise.”
“If I am asleep when you return, please wake me...okay,” she grinned.
Michael walked to the bed, leaned in and kissed her cheek. Nikita reached up and pulled his head to hers, kissing his lips. “Don’t forget monsieur....we’re all stocked up on protection now...okay,” she snickered.
Michael rose and grabbed his jacket. “Correct...I remember.”
Dalton poured snifters of brandy for himself and Laval. He offered Rene a Cuban cigar and lit one for himself.
“Have a seat Laval. So, tell me...what do you think of Michel’s woman....hot piece of ass, huh?”
“She is very attractive, yes. But then Michel always had beautiful woman at his side...and in his bed.”
“Hummmmm.....yes....I bet she is a cracker in the sack....probably fucks his brains out....you think maybe they’ve started yet?”
“Ahhhhhh.....I....I wouldn’t know, I’m sure.”
“HA! Well, let’s give them a few minutes more then, I’ll punch up my close circuit camera and we can have a look.”
“What! You have their room wired with cameras?”
“Of course....why do you think I put them in that great suite...it’s wired. I must admit I’ve been too busy to watch anything yet...but had Alberto tape a couple of nights...we could watch the tapes now to see if there’s any action.”
There was a knock at the door and Michael entered. “If you don’t mind, I decided to join you two for a brandy....and you can update me Dalton on specifics to attend to for the days you are away.”
“Michel! Excellent....your lady retired for the night? Never mind...come...here let me pour you a brandy!”
Nikita hung her dress in the closet and removed her underclothing. She washed her face and brushed her teeth, then slid into bed. The satin sheets felt wonderful on her skin as she reached for her book. After reading for almost an hour, she glanced at the clock on the side table; her eyes felt drowsy; it was near midnight as she turned off the table lamp. Soon she drifted off to sleep.
Michael crept into the bedroom at one am, pulled off his shoes and socks, and slid out of his jacket, shirt and pants. He stood in the darkened room, only the blue glow from a full moon illuminated the room. Nikita had tossed off the duvet in her sleep and now her naked body lay exposed to the night. Michael stood at the edge of the bed, staring at her naked body, illuminated by the blue glow of the moon. He felt his blood rise and groin tighten; his erection growing and pushing against his silk undershorts. Michael walked quickly into the bathroom, pulled off his shorts and reached in the cabinet for the newly purchased condoms. He placed one on his hardened manhood and returned to the bedroom; again he stood looking at the sleeping Nikita.
Why do I have to feel this way when I look at this woman....I am so weak. I cannot control myself....and...she is sleeping so peacefully....I must not wake her. I must look after myself....attend to my own needs.
Michael returned to the bathroom and stood in the darkness. He could not satisfy his lustful need and returned to the bedroom. Now he felt a growing pain for release - his head began to pound as he slid his body next to Nikita from behind. He stroked her back and gently lifted one leg, pulling her body over onto her back. She stirred and struggled to open her eyes.
“Michael....Michael....I...sorry...I was in a deep sleep...I.....”
Michael’s blood pounded into his ears, his groin tightening in pain for release; he grabbed her legs and spread them while pushing her arms above her head. He entered her roughly, pushing into her body. Nikita cried out as Michael began to pound into her.
“Ahhhhhh......Michael! You’re hurting me!”
Nikita fought to push Michael off her body; suddenly he withdrew and fell onto his back, his body bathed in sweat. Nikita rolled onto her side.
“Michael....I....I’m sorry but....you.....”
He reached over and pulled her to his chest. “I am so sorry Nee-kee-ta....I did not think of you...I am ashamed for my behavior....did I hurt you? Please forgive me....I....it’s just...when I am near you and seeing your body....in the moonlight....I want you so badly, I can’t control my actions....I have behaved like a man raping a woman....I am ashamed.”
Nikita grasped him tightly. “No...no, please....don’t feel like that. I....just need a little advance warning....then...well, I always will want you....like right now....please....didn’t think that being ravished like that would be a turn on but.....please....again....can we try again...now.”
Nikita slid her body onto Michael; his erection rose before her hips. She gently placed her body on his, lowering her opening onto his engorged manhood. Michael raised his hips to meet Nikita’s movements. Together they rose and fell in unison; Michael felt his climax approaching; he fought desperately to control his release but to no avail. He was swept away; Nikita realized he was taken by an orgasm and tightened her grip on Michael’s arms as she too was taken in release.
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