Chased and Conquered: My Surrender in the Manor’s Hunt

Heart racing, I lurk in the grange’s dim basement donjon. The manor’s game ‘The Chase’ has me hooked—capes hiding skimpy lingerie, shadows everywhere. I’ve ditched most clothes already, just red lace thong and bra clinging to my toned body. Phone buzzes in my pocket—old chat from Laurent, that stud from Cathy’s email invite. ‘See you there?’ he’d messaged days ago. No time for screens now; this is flesh-on-flesh frenzy.

Footsteps echo upstairs. Music thumps, masking heartbeats. I crouch by the leather bench, chains glinting. Mat’s black cape swings open—he’s naked, huge cock swinging. ‘Gotcha!’ he grins. I flash my tits, unhook the bra. Gone. He snags it, vanishes. Fuck, one piece left. Tension coils tight in my gut, pussy already wet from the hunt.

The Approach

Then—bam—another shadow. Laurent drops in like a predator. Eyes lock. ‘Re-bonsoir, Caroline.’ Shit, double-teamed trap. My thong’s next. He smirks, grabs my hand. ‘Down here, thirty minutes mine.’ Door slams, bolt clicks. No escape. Cape off, thong slides down thighs. Naked, exposed, nipples hard in cool air. His gaze devours my athletic frame—flat abs, perky B-cups, shaved slit glistening.

Collar snaps on, chain leash tugs. ‘Say it,’ he growls. ‘I’m yours for thirty.’ Voice steady, but thighs quiver. He kisses slow, tongue invading. Hands roam—pinch nipples, finger clit through lace before ripping it off. Breath hitches. Pushed to the bench, wrists chained. Spread wide.

Lick on my pussy—slow circles on clit. ‘Fuck, yes…’ I moan. Tongue dips lower, rimming ass. Body arches. Fingers plunge in, curling. Orgasm builds fast—crash! I scream, juices flood his mouth.

The Explosion

Leash yanks me up. ‘Kneel.’ Cock out—thick, veined, throbbing. Grip it, stroke slow. Eyes up, defiant. ‘Suck.’ Mouth engulfs, tongue swirls head. Deep throat, gagging wet. Saliva drips. He groans, fists hair.

Condo with mouth—lips roll it down shaft. Straddle him reverse. Pussy sinks on cock—stretch, fill. Grind hard, clit grinding pubes. ‘Ride it, slut.’ Dirty words fuel fire. Flip doggy, pillows prop ass high. Lube on rosebud, tongue probes. ‘Push back.’ Head pops in—burn, then bliss. Pounds deep, balls slap. ‘Take my cock up your ass!’ Chain pulls head back, tits bounce. Sweat slicks skin. His fingers fuck pussy while ass milks him.

Climax hits—ass clenches, pussy squirts. He roars, pumps hot load in condom. Collapse, panting, tangled.

Timer beeps. He pulls out, dresses fast. Kisses forehead. ‘Good girl.’ Grabs trophies—my thong, bra. Door clicks shut. Alone, buzz fades. Wipe sweat, redress in cape. Heart slows. Stranger again. Slip upstairs, melt into night. Game on—who’s next?