The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  He turned his head and pulled Tev’s small package closer. The head easily slipped between his lips and he licked off the bit of precum Tev was leaking. It was slippery and salty and made Oliver smack his lips. The tiny set of balls that Tev sported somehow managed to operate like a real man’s equipment, which was a marvel to Oliver, but was also a bonus. Why have a prettyboy who couldn’t act as both boy and girl.

  After days of parties and orgies, it was nice to be in bed with only two lovers. While some might consider that to be boring, Oliver found it refreshing and relaxing. There was no reason why he always had to have sex with multiple partners at the same time and on every night.

  If he was honest with himself, Oliver knew that he would never be able to choose between Tev or Tis. They were too good together. Maybe he’d have to marry one day. A wife to cement a political or economic agreement, but for now he had the two lovers he could never give up.

  “I love you Tis,” he said, taking Tev’s cock from his mouth and caressing her face.

  She smiled down at him. Her smile actually reached her eyes. “I know,” she said.

  “Why do I never see you two fucking?” he asked her. “You and Tev.”

  “Because you never tell us to,” she replied.

  Oliver put his hand in the middle of her chest, stopping her from continuing to fuck him. “I haven’t?”

  Tis smiled and shook her head. “No.”

  “I should.”

  “If that’s what you desire.”

  “Would you rather fuck him with your fake cock or would you rather he fuck you with his tiny one?” Oliver tickled the underside of Tev’s small member and the prettyboy shivered at the feather light touch.

  “Whichever you prefer.”

  Oliver’s eyes narrowed. “Tell me what you wish,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

  A furrow appeared between her eyes. “I wish whatever you want,” she replied.

  It was the wrong answer for Oliver. He pushed Tev away and used his foot to force Tis to slide her cock out of him. “I want to know the truth,” he said. “What do you want?”

  She opened her mouth to answer but no words came out. Tis tried again, but found she didn’t have an answer. “I want what you want,” she repeated.

  He slapped her across the face. “Tell me what you want!”

  Tis started crying. “I don’t know. You’ve always made it so I only want what you want.” Sobs heaved through her body as tears slipped out of her eyes and down her face.

  “Leave!” he barked at them both. “Leave now! Leave me…leave me alone!”

  His two lovers, his two slaves, scrambled to their feet and rushed to the door. Neither bothered to grab any clothing. They were used to parading around for the visual amusement of Oliver and any of his guests.

  The silence of the room pressed uncomfortably on him. Oliver didn’t like being alone. He would never admit that, but it was true. It was why he had so many parties and so many lovers. With Tis and Tev gone, his cock slowly faded to a limp piece of flesh. He looked away in disgust. While he found nothing wrong with masturbation, Oliver wouldn’t actually do it to himself to completion because it was the duty of his lovers and slaves to give him pleasure. He wasn’t going to lower himself to their level just for a bit of sexual relief.

  While he considered either getting up and getting dressed enough to find a partner—or a whore—to sate his urges for the night or getting drunk enough to forget the night’s events, there came a knock at the door.

  “Enter!” he called, glad for the company regardless of it was. He was moderately sure that if it was an assassin, they wouldn’t have bothered to knock.

  The slight figure of Rachelle walked in. She allowed her eyes to travel over Oliver’s naked body. He didn’t bother to cover up. Fucking Rachelle would have been a satisfactory conclusion to the night, but he didn’t have the energy or desire at the moment.

  “Crown Prince Roderick has a new daughter,” she reported.

  Oliver pursed his lips and gave it some thought before answering. “Did he send you here with that information?”

  “No. I came on my own to tell you.”

  “Why?”

  “So you can rest easier.”

  “Because a baby girl was born?” he scoffed. “Now the line of succession goes: Roderick, his daughter, me. Great. Assuming, of course, the next crisis allows for feminine succession. And she’s a bastard child. What I want is my cousin to have a legitimate male child. Even an illegitimate male child is better than the bastard girl he has now.”

  Rachelle smiled. It was delightful to see her face brightening. Her newly sunny disposition matched her brilliant hair. “Then I have more good news for you, Earl of Dunwood, third in line for the throne.”

  He sighed.

  “What?”

  “The prince has been busy with his cock. His wife is with child.”

  Oliver grunted. “Well, that’s something. It’ll be months before she births, but it’s something.”

  “I have other news as well.”

  Oliver gifted her with a smile. “Aren’t you just a font of information and surprises.”

  “You do know that your cousin has not been exactly discrete with the use of his cock.”

  It was late in the evening and Oliver was exhausted, but in only now dawned upon him what exactly his servant was telling him. “Oh ho. I do seem to remember a small party where you learned the rather intimate behavior of my dear cousin.” His lips twisted in amusement. “I don’t suppose there is a possibility that you…”

  Rachelle crossed her hands in front of her stomach. “There is always a possibility of course, but I don’t know yet.”

  “Hmm. Let me know what I can do to get you back into his bed. I don’t think his mistress will be warming his bed any time soon. His wife…she’s already pregnant. And then there’s you.”

  “And his wife’s bodyguard,” Rachelle added.

  Oliver blinked. “What?”

  Rachelle was pleased that she had been able to surprise her master. “Crown Prince Roderick has been carrying on with Aphra McGuire, his wife’s bodyguard. Apparently with Princess Margareta’s approval. So she’s in the mix as well.”

  “Well, well, well,” Roderick gloated. “The bastard girl. His wife is pregnant. Maybe you. Maybe this bodyguard. I’m delighted with my cousin’s behavior. I always thought he had the potential to be a hedonist and a letch, but this is above what I would have predicted. I’ll have to see whom else he might be able to fuck.” He paused when he saw a flicker of doubt on Rachelle’s face. “Not that I don’t want him to knock you up, dear girl, but I need to protect myself from having to sit on that horrible throne. I’ll make sure his cock gets inside you at least once or twice more. But let me think…who else might catch dear cousin’s eye…”

  King Dorian handed his great-granddaughter back to Roderick with a small smile and a nod. “She is healthy. That is good.”

  “Thank you, Grandfather.”

  “And now the subject of your mother,” he said.

  Roderick snorted. “I’ve been trying to avoid that.”

  “Never avoid your problems,” Dorian advised. “Always address them head on. The pain and suffering is much less when done that way.”

  Roderick nodded. “She is under arrest, awaiting trial.”

  “You should just execute her. Never liked her damn family. House Mulvadian had too many damned soldiers and not enough money.”

  “Wouldn’t executing her just cause more problems with her family.”

  “Yes, but her family has much less power, soldiers, and money than forty years ago.”

  “And the Shadow Society is still demanding payment for the murders of our family,” added Roderick. “I received a letter yesterday. Given to a servant by a man on the street. I was given a threat of payment or death.”

  Dorian let out a thin chuckle. “They ask us for payment for killing our own blood. Clever. We pay so they can kill more
of us.”

  “I’m addressing that as well,” Roderick assured him.

  “Good. Now the question of succession.”

  “My wife is pregnant. I have a daughter.”

  “Not good enough. And I have heard the rumors of there being a possibility of a couple more women who could claim you as the father of their child. Bastards they would be, but still…better than what you have now which is nothing.”

  “You heard that?” Roderick blanched. It was one thing to commit the act, but it was another to actually know that one’s grandfather knew about it.

  “Yes, but they are all common women. You need another mistress of aristo blood. Another mistress or two. The bloodline in nearly ended. You need to repopulate it. I hope your balls are up to it.”

  As always, Oliver knew how to throw a party. The revelers were all specially chosen and invited, with Crown Prince Roderick being the guest of honor. It would have been rude not to invite Roderick’s wife and mistress, but luckily Pauline opted to stay in her apartments with her child. Princess Margareta did bring her lover along, but they were both aware of what Oliver was planning. They had to be content with what was necessary for the kingdom. Margareta even went so far as to approve of the entertainment.

  The three young noblewomen were from old families, but families whose fortunes had faded, both politically and economically. All of the families were weak and any small favor they could curry from royal family would be a great boon.

  A pole on a dais had been erected in the middle of the small ballroom. The three aristo girls were led through the crowd, naked and blindfolded. On second glance, Roderick realized they weren’t completely naked, but he could be forgiven for his error. He and the crowd had been drinking and the press of bodies around the naked women, trying to grope them, obscured his view.

  They wore stockings and glove to keep their limbs warm, not that it was really necessary. The blindfolds mostly hid their identities, but everyone knew who the girls were. Annabella of House Duvey, a tall girl with blonde hair and small, firm tits. Hildena of House Franta, who was short with round curves making her buttocks almost as prominent as her large tits. Jilleve of House Milson was a rather plain girl with long black hair but a family reputation for easy breeding; that was the source of their problems: too many family members looking for handouts.

  Their hands were bound behind their bodies with silk ties. Once the crowd was done groping—pinching nipples, fondling buttocks, reaching between their legs to see if they were ready to breed—the three girls were brought to the pole and tied there where they could move about, but not escape. Their bodies were on display. They knew what was happening. They had agreed to this.

  “Make you choice, dear husband,” said Margareta as she ran her hand over her belly that was just beginning to grow. She had confidence in her future. She carried the prince’s son.

  Giving her a kiss, he stood up from his chair and walked to the dais. Right before he got to the woman he had set his eye on, he glanced back at Margareta to see her kissing Aphra.

  Maybe Jilleve wasn’t the prettiest of the three, but her womb promised much. That’s what Roderick needed. A woman he could breed. As many women as possible that he could breed. He’d start with her, and maybe then Hildena, before finally moving on to Annabella, if he had the endurance.

  After opening up his trousers, he pulled out his cock. It was already hard in anticipation of what he had to do. Grabbing Jilleve by the hips, he spun her around to face the pole. The leather tether that held her to the pole was connected to the metal collar around her neck. When he forced her legs apart, she didn’t resist and simply breathed, “My prince,” before he sank his cock into her waiting cunt.

  End

  A Milky Education

  I wasn’t athletic enough to get a scholarship to college, but I had a talent that athletes were willing to pay for. I was the lactation source for my roommate, supplying her with all the breast milk she needed to energize her for her track meets.

  I expected the money. I didn’t expect to fall for Bobbi, but it happened. I didn’t expect to fall for the one guy on campus who was interested in the fat girl. I didn’t expect to have to hide my lactation from him.

  Sex in college was a lot more complicated than I expected.

  Part One

  Chapter One

  The alarm went off and Roberta woke up with a groan. It only took her a few seconds to stretch and stumble out of her bed before she came over to mine and slipped under the covers.

  “Just a quick snack,” she said as her fingers pushed up my nightshirt.

  I helped her to get to my breasts. It was nice feeling her lean, muscular body press up against mine while I was still half asleep. It was even nicer feeling her lips close around one of my fat nipples and begin sucking. I tried to remain silent, but a soft moan escaped my mouth. If Bobbi heard me, she didn’t give any indication, she just sucked vigorously at my breast. Almost immediately my milk let down and I could feel it flowing in to her mouth followed by the pleasant sensation of her swallowing. My arms went around her, because it was easiest to nurse her that way, but, strictly speaking, it wasn’t necessary to hold her.

  I mostly kept silent and enjoyed what she was doing to me—waking me up and getting me excited—and was extremely disappointed when she abruptly switched from the bottom breast to the top—I was lying on my side—to evenly nurse me. She knew that it was important to keep both breasts at more or less the same level. She couldn’t just nurse from one because that would make me lop-sided and half her milk supply would dry up.

  I’m not sure if she knew how good it felt when she nursed from me. I’m sure she had some idea—because I was more than willing to do it—but she was probably blissfully unaware of what she did to me all the time. I wanted to stroke her hair and cuddle her close—which I sort of did anyway—but I didn’t force the issue. I wasn’t that stupid.

  Abruptly she broke the latch she had on my nipple and slipped out of bed. “Just some quick energy,” she said like she always did. “I don’t want to run with a full stomach.”

  “Right,” I agreed and watched her get dressed.

  Without the least bit of shyness Bobbi threw off her tiny tank top and pajama bottoms. I tried not to ogle her body, but she probably didn’t even notice me looking at her. I was more intimately familiar with her body than anyone else—except maybe her physical trainer or coach. Five foot eight and a hundred and twenty two pounds, all of it lean. Her breasts were much smaller than mine and topped with little nipples and areolas that were such a pale shade of pink they were barely noticeable. Her little girls disappeared beneath a tight athletic bra that squished them down to nothing. She pulled on a pair of running tights—no underwear—that conformed to her muscles. Bobbi didn’t shave her pubic hair, other than at the edges, but she trimmed it down to almost nothing which made the triangle of dark blonde hair between her legs practically invisible.

  When she turned around to find her sneakers I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her butt. It stuck out and was highlighted by the wild color scheme of the tights—no dull black yoga pants for my roommate—and I imagined lots of guys would be admiring her legs and ass as she ran. Except it was six a.m. and except for a few other insane athletes who were up at the crack of dawn, the campus and the track would be deserted. Their loss.

  It was extremely cold outside—in my opinion, at least because forty degrees is insanely cold—so after Bobbi bound her short hair back in a tiny pony tail and put a hat over it. With that final flourish she was out the door for her morning run, leaving me alone and frustrated.

  I pulled my nightshirt up over my head and threw in on the floor. Since it was the only thing I slept in, I was naked. My vibrator was in a box under my bed and my pussy was wet from the short amount of time that Bobbi had nursed on me. It had gotten wetter while I watched her get dressed. While trying to decide if getting Buzzy out of the box was more hassle than it was worth, I put my hand down between m
y legs and fingered myself. In addition to being wet, I was also hot. As much as I wanted to cum from just my hand, I knew it wasn’t going to happen that easily. After a few seconds attention to my clit, my fat thighs automatically clamped on my wrist and I sighed in frustration.

  My feet his the cold tiled floor and I scrabbled through the plastic box where I kept Buzzy, so named because he buzzed menacingly and was stripped yellow and black. It was an impulse buy when I was horny and a little drunk, but it was a good choice. I hopped back into my warm bed and turned on Buzzy—who only needed a switch to be pressed to get turned on, unlike me who needed my tits sucked to get turned on. The floor was freezing and I wondered how Bobbi could go outside dressed in practically nothing.

  Buzzy got right to work after I ran him along my wet slit for a few seconds. I plunged him inside of me, and the little vibrations he generated ran right from my pussy up to my brain. I tented the sheets of the bed with my knees so I could masturbate with Buzzy and still remain warm under the covers. I knew it wouldn’t take long. I normally woke up horny and Bobbi nursing from my tits got me going even more. I could feel the little ridges of my little honeybee vibrator as I worked it in and out of myself, angling it just right to hit the areas I needed.

  The climax I had wasn’t earth-shattering, but it was enough of a kick to make me get out of bed and stumble toward the shared bathroom of the dorm. Our floor was small enough that we only had two showers in the bathroom which suited me just fine. The less people staring at my fat ass while I showered and got ready for the day, the better.

  I took my time. There was no hurry. No one else was waiting to use the showers. What self-respecting college student gets up at six a.m.? By the time I was done washing my ample flesh and long hair (my one vanity, I suppose) I was stepping out of the shower with my robe wrapped around me, when Bobbi walked into the bathroom. “Hey!” she said brightly.