The Adventures of Dakota Grange - The Alabaster Throne (Partial)

Story by labeltornoff

I've decided to try this again. I didn't get a lot of response the last couple of times I posted, though most comments were kind. I moved my stories to a site that The Wicked and I run because I can do what I want with my work, including getting it formatted in interesting ways. I just recently posted my latest story, The Alabaster Throne, the continuing adventures of Dakota Grange. I'm posting part of the story here to see what kind of reaction it gets. As a teaser, The Wicked made some portraits for me to help the story along. Let me know introduce you to:

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Here's the story, the first part anyway. Let me know what you think. If you like it, you can get the rest on the site. No sign-ups required, no fees, no obligations. Depending on he reaction, I may post more of the stories. Oh, if you go looking for my stories on this forum, the links are all dead. Some web hosts have no sense of humor. That's why Wicked and I have now our own site. ;)

The Adventures of Dakota Grange

The Alabaster Throne

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Part I

A Winter’s Talent

Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.

― William Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale

The Alabaster Throne - Part 1 Chapter 1

It was snowing, not unusual for St. Louis in January, but this wasn’t a polar express blizzard that blew through the city and left it buried in ice and bitter cold. It was a gentle snow, falling in fat, lazy flakes all day from a low grey sky. By late in the evening, several inches of fluffy white covered almost everything and as the night turned colder and the wind picked up, the snow on the streets that had melted during the day turned to an icy sheath. Safe within a first floor apartment on South 4th Street with a view of the river, Dakota wasn’t worried about ice or blowing snow. She was worried about blowing Charles ‘The Flash’ Radford.

Dakota tried not to think of what she was doing. It wasn’t that she was giving a blow job to a man, that part was fine; she was worried she’d get too involved and forget why she was in the apartment in the first place. It was a nice cock, not too big, no too small, definitely enough to make it a challenge and it was oozing a steady stream of pre-cum that tasted, well, not bad. It wasn’t Ingrid or Kat or even Corine but it had a body and texture that appealed to her in an oddly clinical way. The man lay back in the overstuffed chair in front of the fireplace in his bedroom, naked, feet splayed as Dakota used her considerable skills on him. It didn’t help her concentration that Candace sat on the bed, naked except for her bra, her own legs spread as she sluiced two fingers into her pussy while she watched Dakota with ravenous dark eyes.

Dakota herself was partially naked, her slinky dress bunched down at her waist and hiked up around her thighs, but not enough to let either of her companions see that her cock was tucked in tightly between her balls giving her crotch a slim, girlish contour, at least with her dress on. She had no intention of giving anyone a closer look. She didn’t have the time.

The man’s nickname was either because he was known as an elegant clothes horse or because he had a hair trigger when it came to sex, Dakota wasn’t sure which. This was her third time with Charlie, he’d insisted she call him that. The first two times were supposedly chance encounters at a restaurant and a bar, the last of which resulted in him asking her to dinner, which she’d gladly accepted, as planned. She was only mildly surprised when Candace showed up and invited herself to sit down. Charlie seemed to know her vaguely. It was unexpected but they’d hit it off well enough, the dark-haired woman was pleasant and reasonably intelligent, and Charlie had been in heaven all evening, enjoying the envious stares, which made getting him to his apartment that much easier. The addition of another person only mildly perturbed the con.

Charlie bucked his hips and inhaled deep

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