Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
At the thought that he meant to put it inside me, a shudder of anxiety went through my whole body—not just in my mouth, where it seemed I might be able to fit the head of it at least, as shameful and servile as that prospect seemed. No, my master had told me precisely what he intended… what I knew in my distant logical mind I could not escape. The rigid penis in his hand would enter me everywhere: he would fuck every place on my body where he could put his enormous cock and find the pleasurable satisfaction it seemed men, too, could enjoy from the body of another.
That idea—of the way it seemed a certain kind of friction produced irresistible arousal and overwhelming pleasure for both bed girls and their masters—found reinforcement, then, abruptly. I felt my mistress’ hand between my thighs, her fingers on my smooth pussy lips, very slick with my wanton need, her thumb on the tiny aperture of my anus. I cried out, my hips bucking instantly, riding, trying desperately to find as much pleasure as I could from the skillful but very light touch of Mistress Franla’s hand.
I thought I saw that my master’s hand quickened its rhythm, then, on his erect penis, as if the sight of my need made his own more urgent. That thought—somehow both unwelcome and very welcome indeed—made me swallow again, even harder. Suddenly the notion of providing myself some of the pleasure and the arousal the baron clearly felt at the prospect of fucking me gained a strange power in my mind and my heart. I felt my eyes widen as I realized that a part of me had started to want to take the cock into my mouth, as alarming and degrading as it seemed. Wouldn’t a spirited girl, a voice inside my head whispered, be adventurous like that? Wouldn’t she be ready to do something so naughty?
A nobleman had bought me. He had purchased me for the express purpose of fucking me as he chose. He had dressed me in lovely, tiny panties in order to make me appear even more fuckable in his eyes. He had taken down the panties and spanked me so, so hard, and then he had commanded me to hold my punished bottom and spread the cheeks. I understood suddenly that I could see his desire for me, his new fuck toy, in the sheer hardness of his cock and in the emphatic way he pumped it as he watched me move my wet, needy quim atop my mistress’ caressing hand.
He liked to watch me receive forbidden pleasure. He liked to watch me submit to the satisfaction of my dark, wayward needs. Shouldn’t I like to give him pleasure, too? I looked down at the huge, throbbing shaft, and I felt a new blush as I licked my lips again. I let out a long, keening whimper of arousal as I moved my pussy with as much pressure as I could, still finding Mistress Franla’s hand too light in its touch to bring me anywhere close to release.
Then I cried out in pitiful frustration, because my mistress had taken away the hand entirely.
“Mistress Franla told you what you must do, didn’t she, Wetquim?” my master asked. His deep voice seemed to rumble through his lower body, the vibrations moving even the reddened head of his cock as I gazed down at it, fascinated despite myself.
I tried to cast my mind back: everything seemed completely jumbled, all their words thrown together in a hot red fog.
“I…” I began, and then I remembered, with yet another hot wave of blood to my cheeks—and an even greater throbbing between my legs. I felt my hips jerk as if to call back the lost caress of my mistress’ fondling hand. “Y-your… your penis, master…”
It wasn’t true, was it? How could I say that the baron’s erect manhood looked beautiful? It looked big, and frightening, as it rose from the dark thicket of his pubic hair. Down below it, I noticed for the first time, there seemed to hang a little pouch, wrinkly and very curious. I couldn’t have looked away or closed my eyes now, for all the world: fascinating, yes, terribly and shamefully fascinating.
Suddenly I felt Mistress Franla’s lips at my ear, and I shivered at the surprising contact, the unexpected intimacy.
“It is beautiful,” she whispered, “because it belongs to his lordship. That is all you need to know. Very soon you will understand that it is also beautiful because when you submit properly and please your master as you should, it will make you feel very good indeed.”
I had taken my lower lip between my teeth. I felt the furrow in my brow grow even deeper. My breath came in and out of my nose in short little puffs.