Revenge of the Dixie Devil by Kin Fallon, Alexander Thomas, Sylvia Lowry, Chris Westlake, Clarice Clique Page B

information if you do them well.’
    ‘Information about the Dixie Devil?’
    ‘Yes … Please come this way.’ I led him into the bedroom, and I found myself stranded gloriously between fear and arousal. ‘The Georgia heat is merciless, Captain; you’ll excuse me if lie down in the interest of health.’ I reclined on the bed, writhing coyly, enjoying the charged aura of the moment. I had always taken immense pleasure in the prelude to a seduction, but now I startled myself with the unexpected frisson of my pussy grinding into the bedsheets; I could feel my ass tremble as my clit swelled delectably.
    ‘Captain, I’d first like you to take your shirt off.’ His hand trembled, as if he had been startled by the blunt candour of my request. ‘Just do it, please.’ I relished the effortless, empowering control that I had summoned; he proceeded quickly, depositing the garment into a random heap on the floor, placing the crumpled papers on the nightstand.
    ‘Now your trousers. They must be insufferably warm.’ He responded nervously, initially struggling with one leg, leaving him stranded endearingly in the centre of the room, the image of a desultory hero in demand of rescue. I imagined that I could sense the hoof beats of Union cavalry emerging over a dusty hill; or perhaps it was the mere acceleration of my heartbeat. In the midst of removing the garment, he started incredulously.
    ‘What is that?’ A feline shape had rubbed against his ankles. Now fully naked, he looked delectably vulnerable. I’d always loved a man who was susceptible to indecent suggestion.
    ‘Alas, just my cat, Popcorn, the second best pussy in Georgia, if you understand my meaning, Captain.’ I winked to underscore my indelicate message. ‘Much finer remuneration awaits if you’ll agree to massage my shoulders.’ Kicking off my shoes and hiking up my skirt, I slithered face-first onto the bed, raising my ass in enticement, issuing a guttural purr that sounded like the roar of distant artillery. He approached slowly, first sitting cautiously to my side, kneading my shoulders with small, tentative movements. A rising sensation of warmth ascended through my nipples and clit as my muscles loosened in counterpoint to my arousal. ‘Hmm, I’ve always wanted to feel the hands of a northern hero.’
    ‘Does this please you, my lady?’
    ‘Just keep going,’ I muttered impatiently as his efforts continued, and had turned my attention to the wall when I felt a delectable sensation – the Captain had abruptly straddled me, placing his erect cock between my lightly clothed buttocks.
    I purred, ‘Whoa, Captain. You get points for initiative, sir.’
    ‘Is that more acceptable, ma’am?’ His shaft was now fully enlarged and pulsating as he intensified his contact; I could sense the delicious impression of his swollen head through my bloomers.
    ‘Hell, yeah. I can feel your cock. Shit, it’s hard as a musket.’ The enlarged shaft massaged my ass as I conjured a delicious vision of the entire member sliding into my pussy. ‘Shit, just keep doing that. Your cock feels great.’ He thrust against me abruptly, triggering a warm, teasing sensation, the impish movement removed from an authentic fuck by a hair’s breadth of fabric. I raised my ass, relishing the shuddering intensity of the unforeseen stroke, turning backwards to issue another command.
    ‘Let’s proceed to greater – intimacies, shall we? I want to feel your northern tongue eating my southern pussy.’ I removed my bloomers, feeling an immediate sensation of release as I cast the heavy garment onto the floor. I felt my clit rise, glistening and swollen, stroked by a draught of warm air as my pussy collided lusciously with his enthusiastic tongue. As he stared at my glistening womanhood, eyes glazed and enraptured, I reached for the papers, which unfortunately lay out of reach, inaccessibly lodged behind a lamp. Failing in my mission, I returned to the delights at