Bernard Marlborough admired his reflection in the mirror. His deep blue eyes slowly caressed his doppelganger’s figure, acknowledging each nook, each cranny of his perfectly toned bronzed body, mentally undressing himself. His nipples hardened at the thought of seeing himself naked. A thought flickered across his mind – if but for a moment – but after a short mental toss-up he resisted the urge to crack a quick one out there and then. He was, after all, High Admiral of the Intergalactic Star Fleet Federation and had to go out and make a speech in front of the entire Imperial Consortium of Nations in a couple of minutes. He sighed and pulled on his slim-fit leather admiral uniform and was about to draw back the curtains when a thought struck him –
“Oh God!” He exclaimed, in a deep, incredibly powerful voice that carried a lot of sexual experience, somehow. “My speech writer hasn’t prepared a speech! What will I do?!”
He began pacing up and down his study, his voluptuous long, brown, sexy hair swishing back and forth, falling softly, each time, on his broad, muscular shoulders. Then another thought struck him. “I know!” His deep, chocolately voice resonated. “I may not have a speech - but I've got balls. Big balls. Big brass balls. Balls. I will write it myself, and I will write it now!" Which was what he did. And he did it sexily.
Walking out onto the balcony from his adjacent study and mansion which looked a bit like Wayne manor from Batman Begins except with bigger minarets, Bernard Marlborough stood astride with his hands on his hips, taking in the massive round of applause he just received from the massive crowd beneath him, who had been eagerly awaiting this speech for many hours and all his previous girlfriends who’d scorned him were in the audience offering up their bodies for him and pleading with him to come back to them, and all of his various celebrity idols, but mainly there were young girls present (but not too young – maybe 16 upwards to a maximum of about 25). People in the audience were squabbling over who should get to stand nearest to where Bernard was, and it had been raining so the ground was all muddy so the women were wrestling in the mud and they’d taken their clothes off because obviously they wouldn’t want to get then covered in mud. Bernard again resisted the urges he felt pressing against the front of his uniform – fifteen times a day was enough for anyone – and called for silence, and everyone fell quiet in awe and anticipation of the great speech Bernard Marlborough was about to give, apart from a few straggling teenagers who intermittently were throwing their underwear towards him while shouting terms of sexual endearment (and indictment).
Bernard Marlborough took in the silence, filling his massive lungs with it, causing his sculptured chest to rise in response, in turn causing his thin cotton shirt to rip and expose himself further to his audience. Women literally orgasmed.
“We are gathered here today in celebration of the achievements of me, Bernard Marlborough. Now, I’m easily provoked to violence – but I only get into fights with people who truly deserve the beating they get. Animal cosmetic testers. Industrialists. Feminazis. I’ve also come into a lot of conflict with authority figures in the past. I’ve been openly defiant and disrespectful of them, but it’s always been proven to be justified and in the right – and on more than one occasion I’ve been punished more harshly than they would have punished my peers under the same circumstances. As Confucius said: Love thy neighbour.”
The crowd erupted into spontaneous and unanimous applause as Bernard Marlborough was showered in a fresh rain of underwear and screaming. Weaving and ducking between assorted thongs and sexual offers, Bernard left the balcony to return to his one true love: poetry. Tearing off his shirt in a fit of passion, he threw himself on the bed and began earnestly writing prose. His soft, wonderfully dextrous hands glided over the paper, spilling forth creativity and brilliance.
“This is my best one yet!” He exclaimed, although he wasn't trying to be arrogant. He held it up to the light, when he noticed something out of the corner of his beautiful eye. He turned to look. It was a woman. But not just any woman.
“Sakura!” He shouted excitedly. (It was Sakura.) Despite all the sexual gratification that Bernard received almost hourly, while amazing, it never left him truly satisfied. Mid-coitus his mind always drifted back to that one girl I’d been madly in love with since High school, when I, with my best friend Rik Merchant, snuck into the girls changing room and watched them undress which lead to a gay encounter that some of the girls actually got in on (but that’s a story for another time ;) ). He hadn’t seen her for almost 20 years now, although she hadn’t really aged at all and neither had he except to get more manly and sexy.
Sakura was tall, beautiful and had a captivating gaze that could stare right into someone’s soul. She looked a bit like Emma Watson except she had Megan Fox’s chest and bum. She casually walked over to the bed, her red split skirt exposing some of her thigh as she did. Bernard felt a stirring. She leaned into him.
“It’s been a while, Bernard.” He watched her lips form each exquisite word, rounding and pursing, her tongue licking her lips on the last syllable of “Bernard”.
“It’s been a long time, Sakura.” Bernard said, completely unphased and cool on the surface but actually deep down he was as scared as he was his first time doing the sex with a lady. She walked around him and stopped, placing her long, elegant fingers on his lips.
“Shhhhh” She said, bending down.
She slowly unzipped Bernard Marlborough’s trousers to release the beast within. She lightly pinched the top of his boxers and slowly pulled them down. The sexual tension was unbearable, but he didn’t jump the gun or anything because he was too cool to do something like that. She quickly whipped his boxers off over his feet, revealing his throbbing manhood. She grabbed it with both her hands, barely able to contain it, and stuck it in her mouth.
To Be Continued…
:O You missed out 'Thrusty' as the middle name:L hmmm.... But I think I'll surrender to this tbh x
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