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XERXES

I sit on a chair and watch as the flames lick higher and higher - fighting their way through the wood and slowly reducing it to ash. That sight has always calmed me down. After a busy day, when all my advisors have left the house, I always go to the fireplace room of my castle and think about what happened. It's perfect for calming my pounding blood. And even the soft cracking of the wood is enough for me not to lose myself completely in my thoughts. I have often gone into the room with the decision to have the general executed. He is arrogant and wears his soul on his sleeve. So different from the others. My advisors would never question my decisions. But he does. constantly. Just now that the war is imminent, he acts like he owns the land. That offends me in every imaginable way. And so my anger grows. This begins to control my actions. That's also the reason why my wife agreed in the first place that I could look for a prostitute again. She hates it when I give in to my desires. It is not appropriate to our prosperity. People would talk. And she makes good arguments. It took me years to put my father's reputation behind me. He's been a brutal man. Hardly a week went by without him having someone executed. Cruelty through and through. And that's exactly the opposite of me. I don't want to oppress my people, I want to make them strong. Velvet gloves instead of whips. And there lies the problem. The rumor mill is churning. And all too often I am the subject.

And so she is right. My sex life could come crashing down all over again that I built. Could undo what I've worked so hard for. My reputation for being different from him. But what she doesn't understand is that sexual urges aren't that easy to negate.

I wipe my face. My beard is too long and the stubble almost feels soft. My wife wouldn't even kiss me that way, but rather rebuke me for taking a bath again. And that's exactly why a smile creeps onto my lips. After all, I'm not expecting Magda, but a strange woman. One that is only available to me and with which I can do what I want. Although she should continue to be a free woman. But not only. She becomes my property.

A tightening in my lumbar region makes itself felt and I make myself a little more comfortable in the chair. I'm not impatient. Even though my time is precious, I know I can let all my dark desires out soon. I've been waiting for this for two years now - for two damn long years Magda resisted treating me to a prostitute. Normally, the men of the upper class help themselves to the housemaids. And I would be lying if I said that the urge didn't get the better of me at one point or another. I especially like the kitchen maid. How she always innocently opens her eyes and looks at me from below. This makes her eyes look even bigger. Almost innocent. But this is illusion. She knows her charms. I am aware of that. She stages them too skilfully for that. Her moans are too aroused for that when I use her on a kitchen counter for my urges again.

The problem is that it doesn't give me anything. I can also quickly throw my wife somewhere, yank her dress up and make her docile. But that's not what I want. These women squeak when I hit them too hard. They get scared when I put my hand around my neck. They are not used to it - are too soft for me. I need a woman who can endure a lot. Where I can put all my strength into the punches and still know that it won't break her. I'm not a person who really wants to harm anyone. But I love it when the groaning is lost in a sound of pain, when the body trembles from the effort and still a wet shame awaits me.

Just someone who rides my wavelength. And as much as I radiate the appearance of prosperity, have internalized it and live it, the animal in me lurks so much that it all wants to be thrown overboard. And if only in bed. With a strange woman. Not with Magda.

And exactly with the thought someone is pushed into the room. I immediately direct my gaze to the door. Platura is still half in the room. He nods and then we're alone. And so I take a closer look at the girl. she is young May just have turned eighteen. But that's good. Age leaves its mark more quickly, especially among the poor. But that's not the case with her. Even from a distance you can see that the breasts are still nice and tight. But that's not what concerns me, it's her reaction. Normally the women who are shown to me get hectic. They keep jerking their heads from side to side. And that, although they are not allowed to see anyway.

But not her. The girl seems rather calm. No jerky ups and downs of the chest, no slightly parted lips. She looks composed. That arouses my curiosity, so I get up after all. The chair scrapes the wooden floor and now she reacts. But again there is no uncertainty. It just tightens the shoulders a little more. Interesting.

The closer I get to her, the more I realize how skinny she is. The bones protrude hard from the skin. A plus and I don't intend to change anything about it. My wife is of a fuller nature. And I like having something to touch, feeling the soft flesh when I grip tight. But I already have.

So I run my finger over the sternum in the direction of the shoulder and push the hair aside a little. And finally she shows a reaction. It's just a slight flinch. Nothing that is really controlled by her and yet that's enough for me.

"What's your name?" My voice is soft. That's intentional. I don't want a woman who is too close to me. I want the woman to let herself fall over me. So it's important to first suggest to her that I have no ill intentions. The women from the gutter are pretty quick to wrap your finger. A nice touch. A few flattering words and they're like putty in my hands. And now she opens her lips for the first time. These are nice and full. Inviting. I have to pull myself together not to test the comforting warmth of the mouth directly. But what I can't help is that an even stronger pull spreads in my groin area. And that's exactly what awakens the beast in me a bit more.

"Kalota." And as she speaks, I pause. She sounds so soft - way too vulnerable. Her voice is in stark contrast to her overall posture.

"Have you done anything like this before, Kalota?" And now I'm completely focused on her. Not on her body, nor on my finger, which is still resting on her skin. She immediately nods, but doesn't say a word. Of course . As if my day wasn't exhausting enough. Now I have to pry every word out of her nose. But I know what helps there too. So I bend down to her. She's about a head shorter than me, so I have to bend a little more than my wife has to. And it's only when my face hovers in front of hers that I stop. "For every question I want an answer in words. Is that clear?"

And this time I got my desired reaction. She immediately backs away a bit and I'm pretty sure her eyes would be like a deer's if they weren't covered by a cloth.

"Yes." She clears her throat softly before continuing, "And yes, I've done something like this before." Again the voice is so quiet. Hardly to hear. Actually, I'm not looking for a woman who makes me appear to be fragile. But I don't want to send her away. Their contrasts arouse curiosity. Tender and hard. Weak and Strong. Maybe this girl could make my dreams come true. That the body endures pain, but the voice shows all her emotions. And with that, I'm wondering what she sounds like when she's aroused. Whether this feeling resonates so clearly in every syllable.

"And did you get the jobs?" I watch closely how she reacts to the question. It's important that she's honest. Immediately, a light pink coats her cheeks and it makes her look incredibly innocent. "Some yes and some no," she whispers, and it's obvious she would have liked to say that everyone chose her. But she won the plus point for herself. Not that I care about your opinion. But truth should always be spoken. Regardless of whether it matters or not.

"I like your breasts." I walk around the nipple, looking at how it stands up easily. The nipple is beautiful. Dark at the edge and this color is lost in a delicate pink tip. I like the sight. "Thanks." She moves her head slightly, trying to figure out the direction she thinks I'm going. It's almost cute to see how she tries to maintain the decency of looking directly at his counterpart.

"That should make you happier. I usually like bigger boobs." Yes, a little provocation. But I don't feel like a fury. I already have Magda for that. This is supposed to be fun and not give me more gray hair. Kalota forms her lips in a silent O and the sight takes my breath away. She looks really cute. Kind of innocent yet depraved. A really very rare mixture.

And with that, I conclude that the review is over. She is probably not a woman who would catch my eye on the street because of her beauty. But not ugly either. At least as far as I can tell. But the more I look at it, the more interesting it becomes. However, all the looks bring little plus points. What is important to me are the reactions. So I stand up again. "I'm going to test a few things on you. Just be yourself, okay?"

She nods again and as I take a deep breath she seems to remember my words. "Yes." And as much as I was puzzled by the voice, it amuses me now. A slight smile creeps onto my lips. That's unusual. But it sounds sweet. At least to me. Like a woman who really wants to Being good was born. With the thought, I walk around her, let my hand glide over her skin, brush her back. She immediately gets goosebumps. That's good. That means that she feels even the lightest of touches and she hasn't received that many blows that have completely blunted her. Nevertheless, I can make out scars on her. And the two bandages on her forearm and stomach also show that she knows violence.

Her bottom is nice and round and so I can't resist and grab it roughly. She gasps, but before she can leap forward, I wrap my free arm around her neck. It immediately becomes stiff and breathing becomes shallow. Very good reaction.

"Keep calm," I murmur softly, and she actually loses some of the tension. Not much. But a little. That's enough for me. I dig my fingers into my butt again, feeling the soft flesh yield to my strength, then let go "I go ahead and grab the pelvis instead, pulling her towards me. And that's one of the reasons I prefer prostitutes. Immediately Kalota stands on tiptoe so that my semi-rigid member can squeeze right between her buttocks. No need big words.The women already know a lot - have learned it over the years.

And as I wrap my arm a little tighter around her neck, her hips move. Not strong. Rather gently, she rubs her buttocks over my crotch, adapting her movements to the position of my member. Almost as if she wants to jerk me off with her butt. I hum contentedly and take a deep breath. This is the first time I smell Kalota. It smells surprisingly good. As if she had bathed herself for a really long time. Not that the other prostitutes didn't wash before they came to see me. But still they had the stench of poverty about them. not you. So I stay like that for a moment, enjoying feeling this delicate body on mine, absorbing the warmth.

I look at Kalota's side profile and again I notice her lips. This time they are open. Just very easily. Barely visible. And not only that. The mouth gleams slightly in the glow of the fire. And with that, I'm throwing the plan overboard. I want to feel those lips. Research whether the promise made by the volume is actually kept. So I roughly grab her hair and pull her towards the floor. Very briefly she rebels and the hands twitch briefly in the direction of my arms. But she quickly seems to come to her senses and gives in to my pressure, sinking to her knees. I like the reluctance coupled with the humility.

She'll probably fight back even more the closer she gets to know me. But that doesn't bother me either. I love it when I can affect. When the woman only gives up because of my actions, my words, my looks and not because of the prospect of a job. But that comes later.

It's too early now. So I circle her and open my pants at the same time. The fabric isn't that heavy, but it's still quite loud when it hits the floor. And that's good. As a result, Kalota also knows what to do. Once again she licks her lips, shows her tongue for the first time and this sight makes my desire grow. But I want to see how she acts alone. I can force them later. Now I want to assess their abilities.

So I let her feel my thigh slowly. The fingertips get closer and closer to my crotch until they finally touch my hardness. And that's enough to make me growl softly. Kalota grips the shaft, sets the hardness, and then leans forward. It's hard for me not to just grab her head and immediately thrust down her throat. What does that soft voice sound like when all it can do is gurgle?

And this thought makes it harder and harder for me to defy the desire. The beast in me wants out of the cage - wants to rage. And so I close my eyes, want to reflect, but it doesn't really work. And then Kalota kisses me on the tip. The softness of the lips makes me take a deep breath and I can't help burying my hand in her hair. And that's exactly how the tongue slides through the slit of my glans. The saliva lies warm on my hardness and I look down at her. God how I love it when women kneel before me and do whatever I want. I would love to look into her eyes and see the humility in them. But I can't do that yet. Once again Kalota plays around my tip, distributes the spokes on it and now I exert some pressure with my hand. That seems to be enough for her, because she immediately encloses the tip with her lips. your mouth is warm Almost hot. And the tongue also exudes this pleasant feeling. She doesn't stop pampering me with it, dedicating herself to the small band between the glans and the shaft. This elicits the first groan from me and she immediately repeats the process while her second hand carefully closes around my testicles. Timidly she stiffens over it, scratches it lightly with her fingernails and then takes one testicle in her hand and massages it lightly. This elicits the first groan from me and she immediately repeats the process while her second hand carefully closes around my testicles. Timidly she stiffens over it, scratches it lightly with her fingernails and then takes one testicle in her hand and massages it lightly. This elicits the first groan from me and she immediately repeats the process while her second hand carefully closes around my testicles. Timidly she stiffens over it, scratches it lightly with her fingernails and then takes one testicle in her hand and massages it lightly.

I'm still looking at her. Kalota clearly has an idea of how to position herself to provide the man with a beautiful view. The pelvis is stretched far back, showing the buttocks. And yet I also have a look at her breasts. How these wobble slightly under the back and forth movement. It must be uncomfortable kneeling like that. But that only makes things better. she wants to please me At the moment just to get the job. But I will change that. She should do it because it should give her pleasure to spoil me. That she knows if she pleases me, she will never leave this house unsatisfied either.

Her hot mouth is still enclosing me and again and again she moves her head slightly, but stays in front, playing around the most sensitive part of my erection with her tongue while her hand slides almost floating over the shaft. And it feels good. Even the light sucking increases my pleasure. But that's not enough for me. There is a faint smacking sound here and there, but I want her mouth to absorb me completely. And so I tighten my grip on the hair and slowly pull it further towards me. And while more and more of my shaft disappears into my mouth, I sigh comfortably. No, those lips keep the promise. Soft. Inviting. Warm. Even as she wraps them even tighter around me, it seems damn comfortable. So I move my pelvis slightly.

This isn't a test. Platura told me her gag reflex is late onset. This is just for me. For the beast. To pursue my urges. With every slight push of my pelvis I penetrate deeper into her mouth, feel the warm moisture of the saliva, the heat of the tongue. And just before I reach the palate, I pull her head further back.

This is what I like most to do. This feeling when my glans presses over my throat, how it is hugged by the narrowness of my throat. That first moment is pure madness. Shows the power imbalance. And so I collect myself again briefly, slide something out of her mouth. Immediately she gasps for air again and I have to smile. She clearly knows what's going to happen next. Some saliva has moistened her lips and Kalota opens them a little more invitingly. And that's enough for me. I immediately push my glans back over her tongue, at the same time pushing her head further in my direction. And there he is. The palate that shows I'm breaking new ground. And as I amplify my strength and enter her throat, Kalota chokes. This now ensures that the throat closes even tighter around my hardness. Immediately I moan and push myself a bit deeper into her mouth.

She trembles under me and saliva runs down the corners of her mouth. But I don't want to retire just yet. The feeling is too intoxicating for that. But Kalota is also fighting bravely. A gurgling sounds, is smothered as I push my pelvis further forward. The throat narrows my glans downright and I clench my teeth because everything in me is screaming to take her mouth just the way I want it. I want to push my hardness over her throat again and again, ramming the erection hard down her throat. Hear the smacking mixed with the gurgle. And that's exactly what I do. Once. Twice. My glans is surrounded hot. And that increases my excitement. The movements of her throat massage my hardness and my moans echo around the room. Kalota presses her tongue forcefully against my lower shaft, again eliciting a grin from me. I know what the purpose behind it is. She wants to end it quickly. But that's out of the question. I've only just started.

Then she trembles under me again. This shows that I should retire. But I find it difficult. It feels so damn good. She braces a hand against my thigh, but it only makes me huff and snort in amusement. The fingers are too delicate. Almost small. And there is hardly any power. She seems so vulnerable at this moment. Is at my mercy. Her body twitches in panic and I make a pleasurable noise. I could stay like this forever.

But that's not possible. This shows her entire posture. So I just growl annoyed and let the hardness slowly slide out. This picture also arouses me again and again. How my shaft shines. How more and more of the saliva runs down her chin and drips onto her breasts. The hectic up and down of the upper body. The tension that Kalota exudes in the hope of being able to take a deep breath. yes she is perfect At least as far as that's concerned. But the most important test is still to come. I have already sent three women away because they did not meet my requirements.

I take a quick look at the bed. There lies the whip. And just this sight makes me grin broadly. I can't wait to snap the leather onto this delicate skin. To see how the well-formed bottom is adorned with welts.