Sin Bravely
Rachael Ross 1982 - 2012
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Husband and wife. Brother and sister. Government assassins turned mercenary bodyguards for the world's most beautiful woman, Wolfgang and Eva Brandt star in an action packed adventure filled with sex, romance, and intrigue that critics* have hailed as "...a dirty, sexy, roller-coaster ride for the whole fucking family!"
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Drunk/Drugged Lesbian Heterosexual Incest Brother Sister Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Petting Violence Prostitution
"Heh!" I grinned when I saw them, Eva and Wolfgang edging past the crowd gathered to watch me give head to an ice cream cone.
We were shooting at a local canteen near the market, very authentic and colorful which was why Peter had picked it. I wore a gorgeous sarong in green and gold, and a golden bikini top above that. My trademark bed head was a rich tangle of black silk around my face, which was perfectly made up to look like I wasn't wearing any makeup at all. The shoot was going extremely well and I'd been having fun getting locals to pose with me, old women like the owner of the canteen, the small brown children who followed us shyly and then boldly asked for candy or money. It was great and I'd been able to lose myself for a few hours.
"Cindy!" Peter frowned as I'd just ruined his shot and I rolled my eyes.
"Sorry!" I sang softly, wrapping my pouting lips around the vanilla ice cream and trying to remember to turn my hips this way, arch my back that way, look at the camera ... yeah ... all natural ... oops! A large dollop of ice cream fell on my right breast, running down my well-tanned flesh and into the valley between them.
That got a soft sigh from the gathered males and a very loud, "Cindy!"
"What?" I giggled, licking my lips and trying to be serious. "It's not my fault the ice cream is melting!"
"Alright," Peter sighed and looked at his watch. "Lunch! Quickly people. We're going to set up at the fish market in forty minutes!"
The crowd stayed with me, of course, and I wasn't moving. Rita was asking me if I wanted something to wear over my bikini and I shook my head. Erin wanted to wash my face and I shook my head at her too, still eating my ice cream cone and ignoring the cold vanilla staining my tits. Some tourists were taking pictures of me, but that wasn't unusual and I ignored them as well.
"You guys want some ice cream?" I asked my two bodyguards as they emerged from the small throng.
"Ja," Eva said with a smile and Wolfgang shook his head.
"Yeah you do!" I grinned at the man and turned to Mahta, or Maitah maybe, I wasn't sure, asking the old woman for two more cones.
"You're very beautiful today," Wolfgang told me, smiling in a loose white shirt and khaki slacks, showing off that hard body of his. The man's brown hair was still unruly and he always needed a shave, but he was looking extra fine and right at home on the streets of Papeete. I thought he looked like a mercenary, sorta.
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