Shades Of Marshall II

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Alice tightened her hold on Marshal's head while he sucked the hell out of her pussy. “Yes, Don. Fuck!!! Yes, I love it. Don't stop.” 

Marshall, as if he was her puppet obliged to her request and opened her folds more with his fingers and continued to ignite the pleasure he was giving her. 

“Yes, Don. This is so good. This is so healthy. I want more. Ah…” Alice kept on saying a lot of dirty words while she stirred her hips on the table. 

“Do you like how I am sucking you off?” Marshall asked suddenly, stopping the intense moment. 

“Why the hell did you stop, Don? I was having the best moment of my life.” She groaned. “Get back at it, Don.” She added. Then, to spice her words up, she took her left hand to her right nipple and started running it gently while her mouth formed an o-shape. 

“You are so fucking nasty, bitch!” Marshall commented with a sly grin on his face. 

“Yes, I love it when you call me ‘bitch’. Please, call me once more.” Alice begged while almost touching herself but Marshall yanked her hands off.

“Bitch, moan louder.” Marshall ordered before he slapped her thighs hard. She moaned and rubbed his back at the same time then he laughed. “Come on bitch, once more.” 

“Ahh… uhnnn… oh.. fuck… This is one of my best sex experiences,” she giggled, amidst heavy breathing. 

Marshall pulled Alice closer, making her back hit the table which resulted in a loud cry from her. Despite the pain she felt, she insisted that she wanted more. He fulfilled her wish and plunged his tongue into her pussy. 

Within five seconds, Alice was already moaning and almost crying as the pleasure he gave her felt more intense and mind-blowing than their previous sessions. 

Her moaning grew louder when Marshall stuck a finger into her damn wet pussy. A gasp left her mouth as she curled her toes and squeezed her hands on the table's edge. 

“Yes, fill… fill me up, Don. Yes… Ah… please, all the way in. I want all of it!!!” She cried as she pulled Marshall's finger dipper into her inside. 

Marshall took the game play to another level and added two more fingers — Making it three lustful fingers — in her. Alice let out a loud cry again as she spread her thighs wider. 

“Holy shit. Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… fuck. No… don't stop.” Alice begged as she felt her orgasm building up. Her stomach tightened than it had ever. 

“Show me how much you miss me. I want a cup-filled cum all over my face. Give it to me.” Marshall ordered after he removed his tongue from her pussy. 

He yanked her head downward so she could gaze into his eyes as his fingers roamed inside her like thunder ready to tear down a building. 

“Ah… Yes, Don. I wanna cum… I just want… Oh, fuck. I just don't want you to stop.” Alice wailed while she raised her legs above Marshall's head and looked at her pussy get finger-fucked. 

“It's coming,” she whimpered after a little while. “Oh my God. I'm on my edge.” 

Marshall's laughter echoed in the living room before he stopped his actions. Alice's hope got shattered within the twinkle of an eye. To satisfy herself, she took her hands closer to her pussy but Marshall held them firmly. 

“Not now, bitch. Let's go into the bedroom to play your favourite game. I have some new sex toys and instruments to torture you as much as you desire.” Marshall's words sent a shiver down Alice's spine and her stomach got filled with butterflies that flew around. 

“I would love to, Don.” Alice accepted and bit her lips after. 

Marshall stood and carried her in his arms — Her face, almost into his. She quickly leaned in and locked their lips. 

“Oh my…” she broke the kiss. “I taste so good. No wonder you always love sucking me.” She giggled and whined her waist. 

Marshall pulled her lower to his shaft area. “You see what you turned my fucking soft and shy baby into?” 

“Yes, Don. It's fucking hard as iron. Your big dick can't wait to fill me up.” She smirked. “How about… we don't waste time anymore? Time. Is. Precious.”

Marshall made a slight chuckle before he ran up the stairs with Alice in his arms. When they got to the bedroom, he dropped her and walked to the bathroom. 

A few seconds later, he came out with a black belt in his hand. Alice smiled and stretched her hands at him. He grabbed them and utilised it to pull her closer to his warm body. 

“I'm gonna show you how it is done. Are you ready for a new session?” Marshall asked. 

“I am. In fact, let it seem like my first time.” Alice said. “I can't remember that anymore.” She lied.

Marshall's eyes burned with excitement as he pulled her to the dressing mirror. When they reached there, he bent a little and touched a silver stone on the drawer's handle. 

The mirror turned and the door opened. And there it was, his new Punishment Room. Alice's face lit up before she ran in and admired the chains and the other items in the new environment. 

“Beat me, fuck me, tie me up. All night Long.” Alice screamed as she spread her arms wide in the air. 

Marshall fixed his gaze on her round breast and ass that she stuck out as he took each step closer to her. The room got thick with tension — Tension of arousal, dark desires and a forbidden attraction. 

Meanwhile, three tankers accompanied by four black cars sped past the high mountains of Seattle. Those were Francesco's men who were exporting his dark oil which was to be delivered to New York before morning. 

One of the cars that led the way suddenly turned left and hit the mountain before it caught fire. Still in the midst of confusion, a tanker suddenly spiralled out of control after its tires got punctured. Then, it fell into the ditch. 

The rest of the cars and tankers  came to a halt in the middle of the dense forest. A few seconds later, men cladded in black suits jumped from the trees and the lower part of the mountains. 

Scar showed up from the other side before he ordered his followers to ensure that they hijack the tankers and he would do the needful. 

Francesco's men faced off with Marshall's men while Scar checked the cars in search of Brinda but she was nowhere to be found — Obviously, she was with Francesco. 

Scar banged his hands on the car he stood in front of and shouted, “Fuck shit!” His eyes burned with annoyance before he brought out a pistol and went on a hiatus of killing a lot of Francesco's men. 

After Marshall's men had killed all of Francesco's men, they successfully controlled the drivers and took the tankers containing oil with them.