erotica-ghost-writer: Tales of the Hellfire Academy: Pride cometh before….After losing her ba
erotica-ghost-writer: Tales of the Hellfire Academy: Pride cometh before….After losing her battle against the renowned Countess Aroura of Milan in a brutal and often one-sided sex-fight, Juliana, Baroness di Tarrega is, is sent off to face her fate. As is often the case with young Sex-fighters straight from the Academy, Juliana allowed her arrogant pride to lead her to her downfall. The Countess Aroura may be approaching her mid-forties, but she was still more than a match for the young upstart. The Baroness Juliana must have thought to make a name for herself as she cast defiant eyes across the parlor, casually revealing her long supple legs in direct confrontation. Baring her own firm and lovely legs with a smile of contempt, the Countess accepted her young rival’s thrown gauntlet. We first started to see Juliana wilt under the passionate kisses of the Countess as they first encountered each other in the back-room parlor of the Monarch’s Annual Gala. Her tender tongue eventually giving way under the dominant tongue of her better. The mournful groans of the young woman soon filled the salon as the Countess took her hair in both clawed fists and seemed to physically draw out every ounce of resistance the challenger possessed.Still, Juliana maintained an air of confidence after they had broken away. Unclasping her frock, the baroness unleashed her most potent weapons. All present were thus treated to the perfection of her magnificent 38D breasts, her large nipples standing proudly and ready to do battle. Unbowed and unbeaten they had been the terror of her graduating class, bringing the firmest breasts and hardest cocks to mewling submission. This earned the merest sneer from the Countess whose own breasts, heavier and fuller, met their rival’s in a savage and meaty slap of hot tit-flesh. The women wrapped their arms about each other and proceeded for the next half an hour to crush the life from the other, their battered breasts struggling for supremacy as hardened nipples stabbed dagger-like into the other woman’s flesh. By the time they had both separated, gasping for breath with eyes tearing from the pain, both sets of once cum-worth cleavage had been reduced to purplish sacks burning in agony.Those present made way as the two women moved to the settee. The two women eyed each other warily, Julianna still in shock that this ‘old woman’ had lasted so long against her. Spreading their long, powerful legs wide they proceeded to lock each other into a death-grip. Like twin anacondas they first strove to crush the other under their grip. Hard cords of muscle strained against each other, evoking fierce curses of defiance and of anguish from both women. Juliana could not believe what was happening as she felt her own legs weakening, giving way under the Countess’ continued assault. How many opponents had she crushed to pleading submission between her legs she could not count. Yet now she felt the Countess bearing down harder, sensing her victory as she broke through Juliana’s defenses and went in for the kill. Juliana screamed for release as she felt the Countess’ cunt crushing down over her own. Never had she felt a cunt so hungry, so strong, burning with need as it somehow pierced her own and swallowed it at the same time. Her moves, the thrust and swirl of her hips, were expert and brutal as Juliana was driven from one soul-crushing orgasm to another. Those lucky enough to bear witness cringed as the young woman’s pathetic wails filled the small salon. Her once proud pussy was systematically tribbed and cunt-fucked raw over the next hour as the Countess continued to destroy her challenger without the slightest mercy.When the Countess’ lusts had finally abated, she ordered what was left of the Baroness to be bound and removed to her limousine. After seeing to her toilet and taking an offered martini from an admiring fan, the Countess was overheard remarking how pleased her husband would be when she arrived home with yet another toy for his amusement… both his and possibly the amusement of those dozens and dozens of hard-working and hard-cocked men at his vineyard of course. Either way it will be many weeks before the Baroness di Tarrega would be seen again. If at all. -- source link