PALACIAN TRAMAS (A CORTESAN)

Outside the walls of the fortified palace, inside the Golden Citadel, in the rooms of Raphaella men took turns in satisfying the uterine fury of the courtesan; lying on her bed, with her hands tied with leather straps, fastened on the headboard orned with gold and precious stones and her legs flexed and also fastened on supports, she received within herself slaves who reversed and satisfied her unrestrained desire. Each of them covered the female, penetrated and began a sequence of vigorous blows, until her muscles acidularized, her breath became gasping and sweat burst through all pores. Raphaella experienced an orgasmic vagabond that even intense and profuse was not able to satiate her, causing her to become enraged and impatient. “Get out! Get out! Let another one come! I want to enjoy more! ", she shouted as the young partner retreated in defeat to give way to another who resumed the harassment also walking towards his own defeat. As he received the vehement blows of the manly phallus within him, Raphaella had at his side two slaves who were tasked with massaging and sucking his nipples further broadening the twist of pleasure that had no end. In front of his bed, reclining on a padded couch, was his brother the Regent; naked, he enjoyed that almost unreal view with his member being sufferingly sucked by another slave, while at the same time he had in one hand, the stiff member of another servant who received a masturbation, once replaced by a greedy oral caress. And at the end, six exhausted men, defeated lying on the ground and a still anxious female, who, even after an almost endless succession of orgasms, felt full to restart the periple once more; ordered them to untie it and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the slaves to put on their feet and cover their body with the silk robe. - Dear sister! That he said he was more mind-blowing – the Regent commented, gestulating so that the slaves would move away – Every new session, you surprise me even more! Thank you, my lord, your words flatter me – Raphaella replied with his usual ironic tone – But I also know that today something concerns you ..., may I know what it is about? - As you know me, you little witch - he said in a naughty tone - there's something that deeply bothers me ..., you know of Archduke's collusion against me through Andrey, don't you? - Of course I do, my dear - answered her in an enigmatic tone - My defeat represents your victory ..., does it not? - Yes! I confess that's what I want! – answered the Regent with concerned tone and anxious expression – For if you win this unusual dispute, Andrey knows that you will have to give up the position of Treasury Faithful, keeping the Archduke's unscrupulous domain with its deviations, corruptions and Machiavellian plots against me! - So, my lord, I propose a bargain! – returned the courtesan with a malicious smile. - What bargain? What do you want? – asked him unable to conceal his apprehension. - Let's say it's a fair fight and no tricks - she continued - and that, by misfortune, I am defeated ..., I want to share power with you! But if I win... the Archduke's office will be mine! Victor, the Regent displayed an apprehensive expression, for the half-sister's proposal was tempting, but at the same time too dangerous for him. Tough decision! And what about the Monk? – he became concerned about the fate of his mentor and confidant – With defeat, he will surely fall into disgrace and I will not be able to maintain his influence with the Court! - Don't worry about it! – intervened with quiet and soothing tone – I have my little secrets so that he does not lose us ... then? Do we have a deal? In the hall of the middle tower, Andrey and the chief counselor held a delicate conversation about future events; Boris, the Advisor, argued about the plot that the Archduke had and about the risks that the clash with the courtesan had undesirable and also harmful consequences for everyone. “He already kept a private conversation with the Regent about it and when he called me to talk he imagined that I knew nothing!”, explained the wise with an expression that hid his inner torment. - Yes, I know - answered the Monk with a calm tone - Victor came to me confiding the proposal of the Archduke ..., he is nothing but a greedy fool! However, I do not want you to worry ..., I believe the situation is within the limits, say, predictable ... - Are you sure about that? – again asked the wise man shaking on the chair – I do not want you to fall into disgrace! It doesn't even cross my mind... - Least of all mine! – redarguiu the Monk interrupting his interlocutor – What I'm asking is that you trust me... the rest is up to the future... and it's already sealed! Of kittens on the bed of the Archduke, the black woman in exuberant forms felt her body shake at the vigorous blows of the nobleman against her anal seal; Leon, the Archduke, projected his pelvis in accelerated movements, sometimes drawing, sometimes burying his limb in the female's guts, taking advantage to slap the barley buttocks with one hand; each sound slap resulted in hysterical screams of the black woman who rejoiced at the anal harassment she received so intensely. - Zuri? Leon? What's going on here? – The Chief Councilor shouted when entering the nobleman's chambers, facing his favorite being curred by the Archduke. - Ahhh! Wow! Nothing. – babbled Leon without losing the pace of the stockpiles – I was very anxious and..., uhhh! Whoa! So I asked Zuri..., she's always very helpful! Boris' eyes were injected, denoting the hatred that corroded his bowels, although his body posture remained contained; Zuri looked at him displaying a shy smile, denouncing that the curra had not given itself of her own free will. Leon aimed at the counselor's face and couldn't hide a sarcastic giggle. - Come on, Victor! Do not be shy – said the nobleman with ironic tone – Come closer and let Zuri have something in his mouth! Come on! I know you like that! Boris swallowed the urge to jump over Leon's neck and open his tunic, approached Zuri by displaying her stiff and pulsating limb; the exuberant black woman looked at her provider, smiled and stretched out her hand, holding the piece of hard flesh pulling her towards her mouth. Zuri began a voluptuous felation, demonstrating his immense oral ability, making Boris semi-close his eyes, throwing his head back and moaning quietly. Receiving Leon's almost furious blows on his ass, Zuri choked his moanings with Boris's member in his mouth, striving to satiate both males at the same time as obtaining his share of pleasure..., and the joy came upon each other and voracious!