Spin Cycle

This story is part of the Guardians of the Crown Jewels gameplay experience.

You should read it from the main website.

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Spin Cycle
Curiosity and carnal pleasures had always been close Mina’s heart, though she had begun to find herself slightly bored at the castle. Located deep within the Colorado Rockies, the building didn’t offer access to the tumultuous urban lifestyle she desperately craved: there were no nightclubs, fancy restaurants, or gambling halls. Thus, she couldn’t help wondering how people could live in such backwater locations, when her eyes set themselves upon a nice… distraction.

Themba Mitchell, a new Guardian, had indeed just arrived. The man, muscular yet not heavily so, seemed like the perfect little Boy Scout; most likely a soldier, she thought. Still, she relished in the corruption of innocent minds, especially when they came in such a nice… package.

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“I am so sorry; what a clumsy mistake!”

The red wine stain on the otherwise spotless snowy shirt of Themba underlined a strange coincidence, for Mina seldom visited the large library of the castle.

And yet, there she was, perfectly faking remorse as she futilely attempted to wipe away the burgundy blemish from the pearly silken vestment.

“Don’t feel sorry ma’am; it’s my entire fault. I was busy looking for a book and should have heard you coming.”

Though honest, the man had underestimated the extent of the petite woman’s sneaking skills; aptitudes she honed during her youth in Teheran. Still, she went on, not even missing a blink as she developed her story.

“Well, you should take out that shirt, now; I’ll be walking straight to the laundry room with it.

I insist .”

Mina couldn’t help herself, and bit her lips for a moment as she glanced upon the bare-chested man. His toned abs and golden-brown skin rubbed her feminine instincts; clearly, he would prove for nice entertainment indeed.

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“There, it’s going to be all clean in less than thirty minutes, now.”

Themba’s couldn’t help but notice the strange intonation of Mina’s voice as she pronounced these last few words. However, he didn’t know how to react when she surreptitiously pulled down his pants, all the while exposing his generous manhood in once swift movement.

She sent him a predatory smile. “Well, we can’t take any chance. I wouldn’t want any of your clothes to be besmirched, after all.”

The dark-skinned gent was about to reply when Mina’s lips suddenly gripped on the crown of his penis, cutting down the conversation. The disciplined man did attempt to protest, yet it was too late; the Persian girl no longer held the short end of the stick. Now, all he could muster were a few unintelligible objections, which quickly transformed into moans of pleasure when the black-haired woman started to stroke his growing member.

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Mina, whose moist labia were now grinding over a well-girthed cock, was in her happy place. She carelessly let her hands go on the chest of her partner, and then slowly descended upon his shaft. She experienced long waves of bliss coursing through her body as her vagina accommodated itself to her well-endowed lover.

“Well, that feels nice. You truly have the tool to please a woman as it should, Sir.”

Themba remained silent as her held upon her hips, helping her ride his erect penis as she began to rhythmically jump on his rigid shaft. The girl’s nimbleness and dexterity enabled her to fully glide over his length, yet all the while she kept rubbing her fingers around the upper part of her bald vulva.

The legs of the Persian minx thus started to shake after a few minutes; deeply impaled upon the cock of her dark-skinned lover, she couldn’t help but moan as she was about to be rocked by the first of many orgasms. Her clitoris, now fully erect, happily pulsed to the beat of her dancing digits.

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A loud beeping sound echoed in the room as Themba started to ejaculate in his partner’s vagina, which muffled his deep groans for a few seconds. Mina’s labia instinctively clenched at this moment, as if they were trying to grab on all the semen they could extract.

The two lovers, now exhausted by their efforts, held on each other for a while.

“Well, I think your clothes are clean, now.”

The man gave her a guilty smile. “I’m not sure, maybe we should program another spin cycle.”