Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Of course, people took notice and it was only after about six months that one of the guys tipped me off to the fact that the Circle’s run by the local fire department. I was stunned because I’m a member of the Sansome FD, but had never seen one of my co-workers at an event. The guy merely shrugged and said that all guest lists are vetted, and security is tight. If they didn’t want me to see them, then it was for a reason.
But eventually, the Sansome FD let me in on the secret, and to my surprise, the Sansome FD is only a small branch of the organization. The real brains are with the Millbrook FD, and that’s why I transferred. After being involved with the Circle for a couple years, they wanted me over at headquarters, and as a result, I moved.
Freya knows none of this, of course. My woman thinks that she’s introducing me to the world of orgies and multiple partners. But I already know all of that, and even more, I know I don’t need it. It’s not a necessity for me, although I enjoy kink in my lifestyle, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that I don’t have to have it. What I have to have is my sweet girl, satisfied and purring in my arms.
At that moment, Freya turns to look at me from the prow of the boat, smiling over her shoulder.
“We’re almost there,” she murmurs in an excited voice. “Look!”
It’s true. A castle is emerging from the mist as we approach the island, and it looks like something out of an Arthurian legend. The fortress is made of gray stone, with towers and fortified crossings. Not only that, but instead of docking at the port, instead, the captain guides the boat along a narrow inlet so that we sail straight beneath a portcullis and into the bowels of the castle itself.
“Holy shit,” I mutter beneath my breath. “They’ve really outdone themselves.”
“What was that?” Freya whispers, turning to smile at me again.
“Nothing,” I say quickly. “But yeah, this is impressive.”
She nods and takes my hand as the boat docks at a slip, and we step out, me careful with my pregnant woman. Then, we join a small stream of people heading towards a huge door which is thrown open. Behind large palm trees, I can see lights as the tinny sounds of music filter out.
Freya squeezes my hand in anticipation.
“This is going to be fun,” she murmurs. “Get ready to have your socks knocked off.
I nod.
“Looking forward to it, baby girl.”
Then, we step through the doorway, past the large palm fronds, and into a huge ballroom which is likely the epicenter of activity. The lights are low and soothing music is being piped over the speakers. But the level of depravity takes my breath away because all around us, couples, threesomes, and more are engaged in heavy sex, the sounds of their enjoyment filling the air.
“Mmm!” a woman next to us cries. She’s being used by three men at once. Two men in back in a tight DP, and one man crammed down her throat, stroking his hands through her hair.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” he groans while throwing his head back. “Fuck your mouth is so tight when you’re getting fucked in the pussy and ass.”
Scenes like this abound. Another woman is bound in an intricate web so that she can’t move, her body suspended in air with her legs apart and her arms pressed in a X across her chest. But interestingly, she’s writhing with pleasure because men are taking turns drinking from her cunt. That’s right, her suspension is exactly at mouth level, and quite a few guys are sipping the finest champagne.
Meanwhile, Freya turns to me with a naughty look and then with a giggle, undoes the clasp of her cloak and lets it fall to the floor. I gasp because my partner is the most gorgeous woman in the room. Now in the late stages of pregnancy, she’s huge, ripe, and utterly fertile-looking. Giant breasts are covered only by the tiniest pasties, and she’s got a thong on that isn’t more than two strings combined. That’s right, there’s no gusset. Instead, a thin, diamanté strip runs through her pussy lips before being connected to another diamanté string that encircles her waist. Sexy stilettos finish off her outfit, and my mouth waters as I look at her.
“I thought about not wearing anything, but then I figured, I’d at least put on something,” she titters, watching as my cock grows and begins to drip. It’s totally visible because I’m wearing only a loin-cloth, which at the moment, is tented due to my huge erection.
“You look gorgeous,” I rasp unsteadily. “Fuck, I want you, Freya.”
She giggles.
“Yes, but remember what we’re here to do. We’re supposed to sample other people right? But thank you for coming, Mark. I appreciate it.”