Cocktail Americano
Copyright© 2025 by Dick Conrad
Chapter 4
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 4 - As Lewis sipped the cocktail, he scanned the gathering and then saw his wife Shelly with a knot of people; then amongst them he realized the elegant slim woman in the lime green slacks was his own mother; Laura... ‘Wow … yummy mummy!’ It was a long time since Laura and Lewis had met physically, as she now lived abroad...
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Hypnosis Slavery Incest Black Male White Male White Female Analingus Exhibitionism Fisting Oral Sex Sex Toys Public Sex Prostitution
The sight of her own son Lewis, delivering the whip to the naked Negress with such passion, had released the hot perverted lust that Laura recognised. For Laura had previously found the savage nature of flogging intoxicating and sexually stimulating! Now she could sense that Lewis also was sexually aroused in the same way.
But for now the flogging was done, and he stood there looking almost sad it was finished. The Negress was in comatose and had ceased to struggle against the leather thongs binding her thighs to the trunk; yet still her breast stood defiant! Laura went to Lewis and taking his arm led him to the house. They had some serious fucking to do! By the time they had reached the house, several miners had formed a queue by the sloping palm tree; and one of them had already got busy raping the helpless Negress. A proportion of the residents who had assembled to see justice carried out, remained to witness the death by fucking, of the unfortunate Sex-Parlour madam.
When Laura had witnessed a Ranchos flogging before, the victim then had been a jet-black Negro being punished for trying to form a miners union. She had found the savage nature of that flogging intoxicating and sexually stimulating; the bondage, the watching crowd, the pain and passion! And after that flogging her husband had returned to the big-house for a stiff drink but she had gone to the hut where the miner was taken. Then she had dismissed those tending his lashed and bleeding body. To be alone with the flogged negro.
She had quietly taken off her blouse and then wet-nursed the big man tenderly, allowing him to suckle on her ample naked breast. Upon his cock responding, she lowered her mouth onto his large black cock and brought him gradually up to a shuddering climax. His silky sperm had slid down her throat like honey. Her husband remained unaware of her having sex with the flogged slave, but Laura had found the experience almost transcendental, giving her feeling of being a Florence Nightingale to a war victim in a hospital. As a child she had read about the saintly Englishwoman and had fantasised what she may have done in the small hours of the night; alone with all those lonely sex starved men?
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