“Unless I am imposing,” Iadded.
“No!” the woman with the silver streaks in her hairsaid.
“God, no! No, you are not imposing at all, young man,” the brunette was quick toadd.
The other black-haired woman picked up her wooden cock and set it on the ground. She moved down her chaise and felt my hard cock over my trousers. She looked up at me through her long, thick lashes and licked her lips. She slowly tugged the lapels of my trousers opened, as if she were making sure that I wasserious.
“Go on,” Iencouraged.
The woman wrapped her soft hand around the girth of my hard cock. A smile spread on her face when she turned to look at her two friends. She returned her eyes to mine as she licked the underside of my shaft from the root to thetip.
“Bloody hell, Beatrice,” the curvy brunette muttered when Beatrice took my entire length into hermouth.
I took a fistful of her hair in my hand and began moving my hips forward. Beatrice was excellent at cock sucking. She had an experienced mouth and could take me deep. Beatrice worked on my shaft while I fucked her mouth while the other two ladieswatched.
“Would you two like to play?” I asked, knowing that they would sayyes.
“Yes!” the brunette and silver-streaked haired woman exclaimed inunison.
“One of you get on your back, and the other lay on top, pussy to mouth,” I instructedthem.
I watched the two women get into position and begin to lick one another’s clit and pussy. I glanced around and only saw two other people in the pool area. They were two guys who were stroking themselves as they watchedus.
Wet gagging noises spilled out of Beatrice as I pumped her mouth. I withdrew from her mouth and bent down to kiss her swollenlips.
“Thank you, Beatrice. Now, turn around and get on your hands and knees. Show me you want mycock.”
Beatrice quickly moved into position and waited for me. In one thrust, I was in. I gripped her hips and fucked her until her quiet moans grew in volume and echoed off the stone walls. After I made her come, I pulled out and stood in front of the one with the silver streaks. She was lying on top of the brunette, licking her pussy. When she looked up and saw that I was standing in front of her, she opened her mouth, and I pushed my cock inside. She was quick to lap at the pussy juice on my cock. I fucked the woman with the silver streaks and then ended up coming in thebrunette.
I had gone to my quarters to clean myself up before returning to the main level of the bathhouse. I began tidying up the lounge area and refreshing the tea and biscuit area when someone caught my eye. She was familiar, yet I was certain that I had never seen herbefore.
She wore a silk robe and carried a charger full of tea to a seat on the side of the room. The beautiful woman gazed through the cutouts in the wall in the lounge to the men’s sauna. I smirked at the fact that she liked to watch and obviously felt no shame in doing so. I glanced through the cutout to see what she was seeing. She was watching a man and a womanfuck.
“Take it all, Kamara. You wanted it so much. I have been aware of your eyes today. You gazed at my crotch in the carriage on our way to Brookhaven,” the mansaid.
They must be travelers. Brookhaven was a wonderful town, and many wanted to live here if theycould.
The woman nonchalantly looked around the lounge before she slid down in her seat. Even though the armrest blocked my view, I knew what she was doing with her hand. Her cheeks blushed as the man in the sauna slapped the ass of the woman.Yeah, I bet you would likethat.
The two in the sauna were fucking hard, and the familiar stranger was moving her hand rapidly. Suddenly, she brought her other hand up to rub on her ear. She tilted her head to the side and looked as though she were in pain. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes for a few moments. Just as I was about to take a step toward her, she opened her eyes and looked into the men’s saunaagain.
I was not completely sure the beautiful stranger was alright, so I stayed in the lounge and straightened up the refreshment table. I wanted to keep my distance but remain close, in case she needed assistance. I kept my back to her but made sure that I focused on noises and conversations behind me just in case she were to needsomething.
I was wracking my brain, trying to recall where I may know her from. Being centuries old and full of sins of others, I was frustrated that I could not recall where I knew herfrom.
I looked up from the refreshment table for a moment as a gentleman walked by me. It was the man that had been fucking the woman in the men’s sauna that the familiar stranger had beenwatching.
“Ah, there you are, my Queen,” the mansaid.
I turned around to see whom he was referring to with the term of endearment of “Queen.” My mind began to race as I watched him go over to the familiar stranger and sit beside her. They knew one another! I assumed the woman had been here on her own, but that was not thecase.
Was she his lover and caught him in the act? Is that why she looked as though she were in pain as she watched them? But if that were the case, I do not think it would have been likely that she pleasured herself as she had. Just then, the woman that the man had fucked entered the lounge and sat down with them. She knew themtoo.
Then it hit me like a ton of stone; “Queen” was not a term ofendearment.
“Octavia Darick,” I said under mybreath.
So much ran through my mind, but at the forefront of my thoughts was the fact that I could not let Octavia Darick out of my sight. Where was she living now? Did my father know she existed, and if so, did he know that she wasalive?
