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part of me feared he wouldn’t be able to perform in front of the others, that this exhibitionism would be too much for him and he would immediately use the safe word of the evening to stop our play, but he surprised me by going to his knees for me.
I took the crop I wore in a little loop on my specially designed dress and brushed the heart-shaped nip over his lips and chin. I brushed it down the front of his body and over the already hardening member in his trousers, then trailed it back up his body once more until the nub caught him under the chin, forcing his head up so he was looking me in the eye. I gave him his instructions. “You’ll do exactly what I say, when I say it. You won’t speak unless spoken to, and you won’t come without permission. Do you understand, Robert?”
“Yes,” he immediately answered.
I flicked the crop and slapped it against his hard-on, quick and decisively. Robert flinched and corrected himself by saying, “Yes, milady.”
“Good,” I said. “Lick me. Make me come.”
The skirt of my gown was comprised of little more than a few panels of filmy material, and beneath it I wore only my skin and my anticipation. Robert parted the material reverently and I felt the coolness of the room on my bare, wet sex. He flicked his tongue under the hood of my clit, quick and light. I gasped at the sensation, and very soon he was lapping at my wetness, teasing it from me, stopping only to feather kisses up the inside of my legs and to blow gently against my sex before continuing. Each touch of his tongue or his breath on my supersensitive flesh sent shivers through me from top to bottom.
He finally gripped my leg behind the knee and lifted it to the level of his shoulder, balancing it there while he went about the job of drawing more precum and a drowsy, almost hypnotic bliss from my body. His fingers parted the slick folds of my labia, and then three of his fingers were there, up inside of me and making such a delightful squelching noise as he touched me inside, moving steadily inward.
I rolled my head back on my shoulders and my hips thrust against the plunging fingers of his exploration. It wasn’t long before we found a rhythm that had me jerking and groaning and finally pouring my juices out for him as he coaxed the first orgasm of the evening out of my body. As I came, he withdrew his fingers and clutched my ass, holding my pelvis against his mouth so I could come, trembling, in his mouth, so I could fill him with my desire.
We stayed like that for some time while he licked me clean, starting at my now throbbing, oversensitive cunt and working his way down the insides of my thighs, everywhere I had wet myself. After that, I gave him his second set of instructions and knelt down and set my hands on the kline to steady myself so he could kiss the bend of my knees and nibble over the solid muscles of my calves.
“Good boy, Robert,” I sighed as he carefully licked all around my ankles.
“I live to please milady,” he told me, his voice low, almost a growl, making my muscles jump at the sound.
I noticed peripherally that the other gentleman and their courtesans and courtiers had drawn closer, making a kind of semi-circle around us to better enjoy our play. Their attention and quiet appreciation among themselves just fed into my lust. I elevated my ass slightly. “I want you to please your lady, Robert. I want you inside me. Now. Service your lady.”
He dutifully moved up behind me, molding himself to my back and ass, and started fluttering kisses down my spine while his hands slid beneath the panels of my dress and stroked and kneaded the bare flesh he found there. He stroked me and I purred like a cat. His courage redoubled, his hands slowly moved up the curve of my body until he was able to cup both breasts. He held them in his hands as if weighting them, as if they were precious to him, his thumbs slowly circling my hard , pebble-like nipples. The sensation sent a sweep of
I took the crop I wore in a little loop on my specially designed dress and brushed the heart-shaped nip over his lips and chin. I brushed it down the front of his body and over the already hardening member in his trousers, then trailed it back up his body once more until the nub caught him under the chin, forcing his head up so he was looking me in the eye. I gave him his instructions. “You’ll do exactly what I say, when I say it. You won’t speak unless spoken to, and you won’t come without permission. Do you understand, Robert?”
“Yes,” he immediately answered.
I flicked the crop and slapped it against his hard-on, quick and decisively. Robert flinched and corrected himself by saying, “Yes, milady.”
“Good,” I said. “Lick me. Make me come.”
The skirt of my gown was comprised of little more than a few panels of filmy material, and beneath it I wore only my skin and my anticipation. Robert parted the material reverently and I felt the coolness of the room on my bare, wet sex. He flicked his tongue under the hood of my clit, quick and light. I gasped at the sensation, and very soon he was lapping at my wetness, teasing it from me, stopping only to feather kisses up the inside of my legs and to blow gently against my sex before continuing. Each touch of his tongue or his breath on my supersensitive flesh sent shivers through me from top to bottom.
He finally gripped my leg behind the knee and lifted it to the level of his shoulder, balancing it there while he went about the job of drawing more precum and a drowsy, almost hypnotic bliss from my body. His fingers parted the slick folds of my labia, and then three of his fingers were there, up inside of me and making such a delightful squelching noise as he touched me inside, moving steadily inward.
I rolled my head back on my shoulders and my hips thrust against the plunging fingers of his exploration. It wasn’t long before we found a rhythm that had me jerking and groaning and finally pouring my juices out for him as he coaxed the first orgasm of the evening out of my body. As I came, he withdrew his fingers and clutched my ass, holding my pelvis against his mouth so I could come, trembling, in his mouth, so I could fill him with my desire.
We stayed like that for some time while he licked me clean, starting at my now throbbing, oversensitive cunt and working his way down the insides of my thighs, everywhere I had wet myself. After that, I gave him his second set of instructions and knelt down and set my hands on the kline to steady myself so he could kiss the bend of my knees and nibble over the solid muscles of my calves.
“Good boy, Robert,” I sighed as he carefully licked all around my ankles.
“I live to please milady,” he told me, his voice low, almost a growl, making my muscles jump at the sound.
I noticed peripherally that the other gentleman and their courtesans and courtiers had drawn closer, making a kind of semi-circle around us to better enjoy our play. Their attention and quiet appreciation among themselves just fed into my lust. I elevated my ass slightly. “I want you to please your lady, Robert. I want you inside me. Now. Service your lady.”
He dutifully moved up behind me, molding himself to my back and ass, and started fluttering kisses down my spine while his hands slid beneath the panels of my dress and stroked and kneaded the bare flesh he found there. He stroked me and I purred like a cat. His courage redoubled, his hands slowly moved up the curve of my body until he was able to cup both breasts. He held them in his hands as if weighting them, as if they were precious to him, his thumbs slowly circling my hard , pebble-like nipples. The sensation sent a sweep of
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