Thursday, May 10, 2012

Training Ivy by Karen Mercury


The railroad thunders into the open wilds of Laramie City, Wyoming, ushering in chaos and psychic upheaval for Deputy Neil Tempest who is attempting to bring order to the lawless Hell on Wheels town.
Ivy is the first of four Hudson daughters to break away from her dull life back East.  A spinster after caring for her dying mother, she arrives amidst a flurry of strange murders.  When the spirit of a rancher’s murdered wife sets her sights on Neil, no one can tell if her clues are a help or a hindrance.
They team up with Captain Harland Park, a dashing and adventurous surveyor.  Booted from the British Army for writing a scandalous report on male brothels, Harley seduces the couple with tales from an Arabian love manual.   They take spirit photographs and engage in lively séances, and a whirlwind of prophecies guides them into intrigue and love.


“All right, Deputy Tempest. El Dekhal. You must prove you can take my member into your mouth.”
Harley was being a lascivious son of a bitch, he knew. It was in his nature to be this way, but his approach had been changing in the past week. Now, for instance, he wanted only to be lascivious with these two—El Dekhal, the housebreaker, and El Ladid, the delicious one.
But it had been his idea to canoodle about now in the telegraph office. Why not, when the doors were already barred, the customers driven away? No wonder Neil folded his arms before his chest, watching Harley sitting in his chair, choking his enormous prick in his fist.
Neil asked, “What, then, do we call you? What is your Arabic name for an insistent cock that won’t take no for an answer? A cock that is too big to be taken into one’s mouth?”
Harley had a ready answer for that. “El Bessis. From the moment it gets stiff and long, it does not care for anybody, lifts impudently the clothing of its master by raising its head fiercely, and makes him ashamed while it feels no shame.”
Neil grinned with approval. “That makes sense. When are you finishing this book translation? Will anyone be willing to publish it?”
“It would be quite scandalous,” Ivy said with excitement, her face flushed. She had rolled her telegraph chair into Neil’s part of the office and sat now with moist lips, a sheen of sweat on her forehead, vaguely caressing the upper slope of her breast as she observed Harley stroking his own cock.
Harley said, “I have a private backer in England who has been paying me for my translations. It would have to be printed privately, of course. We have subscribers.” He angled his prick toward Neil and observed the hungry, wolfish look in the deputy’s eyes. “Get on your knees, Neil. Your mouth is bigger than our feminine cohort’s, and you had a carnivorous way of licking my balls at the Elks Club.”
“Yes,” Ivy encouraged the head of security. “Suck Harley, Deputy Tempest. I want to watch.”
Harley’s cock twitched with excitement as Neil got on his knees between his thighs. But Neil surprised him by tossing back over his shoulder, “You’re not getting off so easy, Miss Hudson. No one is allowed to just watch around here.”
“But I like to watch,” Ivy protested, hugging herself tightly.
“Pleasure Neil,” Harley commanded. “By pleasuring him, he’ll be inspired to pleasure me.”
Ivy shrugged. “Won’t it distract him?” But she got to her feet and went to rummage around on Neil’s desk behind Harley.
Harley removed his hand when Neil gripped his prick. Harley steeled himself for some clock or gold scale to come flying at Neil’s head, but perhaps Minerva had vacated the premises, as no object went soaring through the air when Neil surrounded his cockhead with his hot, wet mouth. Harley sucked in air at the sudden rush of rapture that raced from his balls to his glans as the thick, slimy tongue began expertly plying him. Neil had sucked many cocks before, Harley could tell.
“Oh, Good Lord, that’s good.” Harley spread his thighs and rotated his hips, fingers interwoven behind his neck. He was taken aback when from behind Ivy grabbed his wrists, binding them with a length of reata.
“That’s right, Deputy Tempest,” she said, in a slightly different, more authoritative voice. “You must punish this prisoner. He was arrested for scandalous doings. Writing about Arabian love practices, and…”
Harley filled in for her, as Neil’s mouth was full with his cock. “Fucking young men in the male brothel.”
“Yes,” Ivy agreed heatedly as she knotted the thong between Harley’s wrists. She rubbed her pubic mound against his shoulder, evidently excited by their game. “The male brothel. You wrote a report on that, did you not, Captain Park? It was really your own experiences you were reporting on. Fucking the men…”
Harley added, “Yes, the men. It was scandalous of me, but I had to participate if I was to know what I was talking about, was I not? The young men are very agile and dexterous, able to put their ankles by their ears while being fucked. Their lovely, long, narrow penises are quick to erect and love being fondled. They have a sort of bridle that I attached at the base of their cocks, the better to direct them. I squeezed and massaged—”
Ivy, carried away on a wave of lust, ripped Harley’s shirt asunder so she could pinch his nipples. Arrows of lust darted down his abdomen, pooling in his full ball sac that Neil now fondled as he suckled on Harley’s enormous, full, purple penis. “Oh, I’ll just bet you did, Prisoner Park. Now you will pay for such lewd activities.” She was a feisty little minx, this one!
She yanked the chair out from under him so he was on his knees, too, and Neil had to bend lower with his tempting ass in the air. But apparently it was Harley’s own ass the vixen was after, for she shoved his trousers down to his knees and stroked him between his thighs. Being helplessly bound excited Harley to even greater heights, and pretending to be a defenseless prisoner riled him to no end. “Dear God, Deputy Tempest,” he cried in mock shame. “How dare you suck my prick? I will never live down the shame of this!”
“Oh, it gets even dirtier,” Ivy whispered as she chewed on his earlobe.

Karen Mercury
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