Jonah was worried. Lara hosted a reception at her mansion in honor to celebrate her latest achievement: the recovery of Cleopatra's dildo, a magnificent ivory artifact. Lara had spent over a year in Egypt searching for it and had to survive countless adventures along the way. But now that all those guests had gathered here at her parents' estate to celebrate the triumph of the famous and glamorous adventuress, Lara was nowhere to be found. The press would surely publish the most ridiculous rumors if Lara did not show up at the reception.
Jonah remembered the curse that was supposed to be on the antique dildo and that Lara had told him about before leaving. Supposedly, the one who removed the dildo from its ancestral place would be overcome by a desire that could not be restrained. This curse could then only be broken by having sex with someone with whom you would regret it terribly. Of course, this was all superstitious nonsense, Lara had assured him at the time. But Jonah had not failed to notice that Lara had seemed somewhat restless, even fidgety, since her return.
Jonah pushed his way through the guests in tuxedos and glittering evening gowns, who sipped their champagne while chatting cheerfully. It was getting close to 8 p.m., and by then at the latest, the guests would expect to be greeted with a speech from their celebrity hostess. The stage and the microphone were already waiting, the band would play for another half hour and then leave the stage. Jonah had to find Lara before the whole hall sank into a deafening silence, which would then be displaced by the demanding questions of the tabloids.
Jonah ran from one room to the next, everywhere there were groups chatting. The house was too spacious and Jonah was simply too overweight not to break a sweat. He had already checked the restrooms and had been upstairs to Lara's private rooms - no sign of her. With big steps, he walked towards the next double door, pushed down the handle panting - locked. Strange, the billiard salon had been open earlier. Not wanting to cause a stir, he didn't knock or call Lara's name, but took out his master key and unlocked the door.
He had hardly opened the door a crack when Lara's moaning came towards him, so loud that he forced his way through the door in panic and immediately locked it behind him, turning the key twice. "Oh God, Lara, what happened?" But the question was superfluous because Lara was lying there in her long red evening dress on the pool table, her legs spread, one hand under the dress was in violent motion. Propped on one elbow, head thrown back, skin and hair sticky with sweat, eyes squinting ecstatically, Britain's most famous female archeologist lay there fingering herself into nirvana. Her juices were already flowing out from under her dress and forming puddles on the table, slowly dripping into the table's pockets.
Damn, Jonah thought, it's the curse. Lara must have escaped into this room at the very last second before it overwhelmed her. Unfortunately, there was only one way out of this room and it led through all the other rooms with all the guests. Now he was in a tight spot with Lara. He walked up to Lara, grabbed her by the arm, spoke to her softly at first, then louder, but she didn't seem to notice him at all and kept fingering herself. Jonah couldn't get over the sight of his friend in this state. One of her firm breasts had slipped out of her dress and her hard nipple was pointing demandingly at Jonah. "Do something," Lara suddenly moaned in a strangled voice as an orgasm shook her body like an electric shock.
Jonah reached for her sweaty face, but her pupils had twisted again and her mouth opened to let her drooling tongue slide out. Desperately Jonah looked around, how was he going to get her out of here and how was he going to lift the curse? Someone had to fuck Lara, someone she would be ashamed of. But he couldn't just involve people in this, could he? Especially not with all the guests in the house. Should he do it himself and hope that Lara would be so embarrassed that the curse would be lifted? After all, they were friends, she would certainly be embarrassed. It was probably worth a try, Jonah thought, and he lifted her dress up over her legs.
My God, Jonah thought, her pussy is so red and swollen that the mere sight of it hurt. "Ok, Lara. I'm sorry, but I guess there's no other way," he said with shallow breath and he shouldered her legs. He pulled her to the edge of the pool table and unzipped his pants. Suddenly there was a pop like a machine gun and 16 billiard balls popped out of Lara's ass onto the marble floor. "Good grief!" exclaimed Jonah in disbelief and confusion. What else had she tried to get off??? He started to jerk his dick because in fact, the situation made him so nervous that he was not even hard yet. "Ok, Lara, it'll all be over in a minute, relax," he kept saying, trying to reassure his girlfriend more but still himself. Should he really do this? Maybe there was a way to get her out of here unnoticed, he thought and his eyes fell on something in the corner of the room... To be continued?
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