A Guided Tour of...

“Sure, a little tour sounds nice.”

“Then follow me.”

You follow him leering at his tight muscular ass.

“This is staircase. At the top we have have a corridor. To the right here we have another corridor.”

You are enjoying his deep sexy voice.

“And, here to the left is my room.”

He opens a door to a modestly large room. In the center is giant round bed with black satin sheets above the bed the ceiling is mirrored.

“So that was the tour.”

“Certainly. It ended in the most important place in the castle.”

He begins to massage your shoulders. His hands are strong.

“So care to try out the bed?”

“Well...”

“Come now, it’s not like I’m asking for a commitment. I don’t even know your name. Just a sharing of pleasure. Really intense pleasure, I might add.”

“Go ahead.”

His hands travel to your erogenous zones. As he hits your side, your inner thigh, your nipples they burn for more of his touch.

You push him playfully onto the bed. He grabs your wrist pulling you with him.

You look up at the mirror above surprised by your body. You look like yourself except your lips are fuller and your breasts are larger. You idly muse if you were like this when you got here or if hell is affecting you.

Your thoughts are shattered by a large cock plowing into your folds. You gasp at the precision with which he wields it. In seconds you’re moaning like a whore. He grabs your hair and you scream as you cum.

He pull out and showers you with a prodigious amount of black semen.

“Fuck that was good!”

“Did you expect anything else. Name’s Alastair by the way.”

“I’m Sasha.”

“A nice name, ready for round two, Sasha?”

“Fuck yes!”

An hour or so later you recline stretching out on the bed.

“That was quite enjoyable. Can I ask you a favor, Sasha?”