All Chapters of Lancelot's Secret: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

 "I call it my fireplug.""And well you should." I found myself dropping to my knees in front of him, my mouth suddenly watering. "Let me see if I can get any water out of it."I knew that it would be difficult to deep throat him but I'd underestimated his girth. I started out by licking the fat head, enjoying the taste of his cum and reveling in the difference in our tastes. Phillip leaned back against the wall and groaned, laying his head back as my tongue lapped the sensitive underside of his cock and my lips followed. Five minutes later, I was sucking the head into my mouth, wildly flicking my tongue wherever I could find skin. He shivered and pressed his cock forward into my mouth, making me gag a few times but giving me the opportunity to push him away if I wanted.I didn't want to. Gradually, my jaw muscles relaxed and I was able to take more of him in my mouth, holding him back when the head butted up against my

 He stands before me in the kitchen. I know what he wants. He is tall, much taller than me. Broad shouldered, muscled, defined and solid. He fills his navy suit well. A large man. Thick black hair, flecked with grey, and a full beard. He has come home from the office early, knowing that I would be here. I know what he wants; I long for what he wants. And as he takes my hand and leads me up the stairs, I shiver in excited anticipation of the love we will be making. I am 20 years old, and much smaller than him. When I met him, I was inexperienced. But not now, oh no, not after the months of loving that he has taken me through. Not now. He is feared by everyone who knows him, but not me…I know that he is never going to hurt me, despite everything that is going on outside.He sits on the bed, smiles at me, and loosens his tie. I stand in front of him. He grasps me to him, pulling me in between his massive thighs, and we kiss. His mouth is

 Nathan reached back the hotel, that was the inn The Crest’s in record time. He told Phillip that he was going to be in touch with him and right now he had a murder to solve. Susan was waiting for him, to return back. She sighed in relief when she found that Nathan was unharmed.They descended down the steps of the hotel lounge. Table was laid out. In a corner, Lancelot stood up from the corner table to greet them with his slim hand extended. He pulled out a chair for Susan, who took off her leather jacket.“May I?” suggested Lancelot as he took the jacket to hang at the back of the chair.” I am so glad that you could join me,” he said to the both of them. Then he continued,” They have excellent muffins here. I hope that you are hungry.”Susan looked up at Nathan who did not show any grimace at all at the actions of Lancelot. It was a co

 Jane’s POVMy abduction took place on a Tuesday morning, after my shower, while coffee was brewing. I stepped outside to fetch the mail, clad only in my fluffy pink bathrobe and cottontail slippers. I was nibbling on a bagel with cream cheese, considering hitting the treadmill after making breakfast for my husband, and didn't notice anything unusual about the tan car that pulled into the driveway other than the fact that it shouldn't be there. I frowned, juggling an armload of junk mail and my bagel, assuming the driver had made a mistake and had the wrong house. I started walking back towards the door, flicking a glance behind me, watching the car back slowly towards the street. Simple enough, just someone misplaced, and not the first time it had happened. I reshuffled the mail, held the bagel with my teeth to free a hand for the door knob, and then staggered as a black garbage bag was drawn over

 When they entered the hall of the hotel again, Nathan glanced up the stairs. The man that they had rescued from prison, although Susan was not aware about it was descending from the stairs. But Nathan glanced quickly at the parlour and found that Lancelot was standing there waiting for someone and Nathan put up a hand at him asking him to wait. Following him in was Susan, who looked at the visitor’s area couch and found Lancelot. He was looking handsome in the clothes that he had chosen to wear.He jumped up and held out his hand and squeezed hers. Always smartly clad he was wearing a white suit, white jacket and the collar of his white shirt was open at the neck and no cravat. His ensemble was complete with two white leather shoes with brown toe-caps. Reluctantly, Susan admitted to herself that he was really very impressive and he did not know how to make that impression last in the mind of a woman.