It towered over her face one thick and angry vein running a half spiral around it. Again she thought of those secret rivers beneath the green of the moors. Taking her cue from Chettam’s roving tongue she leaned forward and kissed the head of his manhood. He gasped as if in pain and worriedly she looked up through the haze of pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” moaned McPherson. And she gently kissed it again, taking it a little into her mouth and licking beneath the head experimentally. There was the slight salt tang of sweat as she swirled her tongue.
“Fuck.” The obscenity exploded from McPherson’s mouth and suddenly she felt hands twisting her hair and with one hard jerk of hips and hands she found her mouth impaled by full half the length of his weapon.
She could feel his heart beat at the back of her mouth and struggled not to gag as he began to thrust again and again. Shedid her best to negotiate her tongue to best caress the head and shaft as it slid with almost tender gentleness in and out, deeper each time until her throat felt sore from the prodding.
When he let her go and she jerked her head back for a full uninterrupted few breaths of air she realised that Chettam had abandoned his previous pursuit and though his fingers still teased her cunny his face was now twisted with concentration as he frigged himself hard watching her indulging McPherson. As if waiting for attention Chettam now moved his hips to pry her legs even further apart and she felt the head of his cock nosing curiously at her opening like a ratting dog on the scent. It was much shorter than McPherson’s but wider and he seemed to be struggling to get it in.
His fingers dug roughly into her and came out glistening in her smooth slick juices which he rubbed on himself to ease his entrance. Her body resisted even as her soul cried out for more. McPherson who was watching moved his prong back to Theresa’s lips and she felt it pressing into her mouth. The two men timed it perfectly. With a brutal and angry thrust Chettam entered her, and McPherson pushed her head back and entered the tip into her mouth. She cried out, but it was cut off by McPherson’s insistent thrust.
Her crotch felt as if someone had cut her, a stinging stretching sensation opening her up as if gutted. But even as the pain of her first violation rushed through her Chettam ground his hips against her clitoris and astonishing pleasure followed the astonishing pain, sweetening it.
A few more strokes and something new crowned in her a new overwhelming sensation that seemed to drive her thoughts from her mind and flood her with nothing but wave after wave of muscle spasming pleasure. Her vision was white and she was lost to the thrusting penetrative high.
This, this must be what it is to feel communion with God.
The waves subsided and gentler waves of pleasure warmed her body as Chettam continued to plough his furrow.
McPherson for fear of her shuddering contractions had withdrawn his cock from her mouth but now he returned and she took over the work thrusting her head onto the cock and feeling it fill her mouth the way Chettam filled her cunny. She almost imagined her mouth as another sex and was hungry for the same all consuming pleasure. Instead the pleasure seemed to be mostly his as his eyes rolled back and his groaning became violently animalistic.
It was with great pride and a sense of having accomplished something that honoured her beauty that she felt his manhood quiver in his mouth and the sudden eruption of the salt tasting and earthy smell of his seed within her mouth. He seemed to gush forever and she struggled to swallow it down thick and sticky as it was.
He fell to one side and as the pleasure began to rise in her groin once more she turned to look at Chettam’s face which was taking on the same animalistic snarl. The pain had subsided but the pleasure continued to build and build, before she lost all power of speech and between the gasps of pleasure she said, “Don’t fill me with a child.”
A look of sanity flashed across Chettam’s face and as her second world ending orgasm rushed through Theresa she felt him pump a few more times then pull out of her spasming hard. Through the aftershocks of pleasure she felt the wet stream of his seed plash on her stomach a few sticky droplet hitting her breasts and making her fingers slick as she teased her own nipples.
Chettam fell across her legs gasping and still groaning out his breaths of pleasure.
They lay like that while the clock ticked out a quarter of an hour a mess of limbs, Chettam’s seed cooling on her stomach. Theresa has the extraordinary feeling of having crossed a threshold, of having entered on a new life as a woman of the world.
Chettam lay idly running his fingers through her soft pubic hair, McPherson held her head against his chest with one hand cupping her breast. The two men seemed wholly sated while she felt like that first fire of pleasure, having been lit needed feeding with more fuel.
Eventually, the clock on the mantle peice began to chime seven and Chettam rose, pulling his breeches back up and tucked his now limp manhood away.
“We must get down to dinner, Clifford will be scandalised if his masters are late to table.” Now seeming a more gentle soul, though rather more dishevelled even that when they first met, Chettam offered Theresa his hand and she took it, enjoying the way he admired her body. Without allowing her to wipe down his spillage which now began to trace rivulets down her belly he took up the corset he had got out for her, a fancy whalebone corset enhanced in the bust with lace.
“The chemise –” she began.
“No, it will only get in the way at table,” he said as he cinched it tight about her back squeezing her waist in much tighter than any previous corset she had worn. He then dragged a pair of white silk stockings up to her thighs and strapped them in place with a garter which pinched her soft white flesh in.
A pair of boots completed the outfit and this was how she was led down the stairs, still in a daze from the lovemaking.
The stairwell and hallways of the lodge were cold on her exposed skin and she huddled close to McPherson for warmth. But the dining room had a fine blaze going in the fireplace and the small table was set by the hearth.
She paused. The table was only set for two. “We were not expecting guests,” said Chettam, but you shall sit on my lap and eat from my plate and I am sure we will all end up very satisfied.
As she took her seat, her arsebare on his lap she felt beneath his napkin that he was already standing proud. She sat in a haze with his one hand curling her downy fluff in his hand while his other spooned soup into her mouth.
McPherson spoke easily with Chettam about business interests, land rents and the new Reform Bill, but did so with jealousy in his eyes as he watched Chettam toying with her. She couldn’t keep her hips still as she rubbed herself against him, feeling his turgid masculinity straighten and rub back almost unconsciously. The soup was cooling uneaten and Theresa found herself playfully fidgeting leaning in and pecking at Chettam’s glass cutter cheekbones.
Chettam drank his wine as in under great restraint and continued to try to ignore her, talking to his friend with supercilious grin in his mouth. Then almost without warning he stood up tipping Theresa forward onto the table, the soup dish overturned and she found herself smeared across the cold soup.
“You are a naughty little wench aren’t you,” Chettam snarled and brought down the flat of his hand hard across her bare bottom. She yelped, and with the soup already soaking into the lace of her corset she felt the humiliating trickle of Chettam’s wine poured from the carafe over her head. “What is the point of cleaning up a girl like you, who simply revels in making a mess of yourself,” Chettam was laughing. Spanked her again.
Sensing the tone of the game she said in her most respectful tones, “I am sorry m’Lord. How may I be shriven for being so slatternly a woman.”
The wine got in her eyes and blinded her, stinging a little and drawing attention away from her arse which stung with each new slap delivered. With each slap that landed she felt Chettams fingers tease her cunny, driving her wild.
“Fuck me, m’Lord. Please, fuck me.” She begged, but still he stayed at dista
nce.
“Guests first, McPherson,” Chettam said now moving to one side and pinning her arms at her back. She heard McPherson’s chair scrape then the boots on the floor, and then her legs were lifted from the ground and her hips ground into the edge of the table as she felt McPherson’s cock slide into her.
As she opened her mouth to gasp with pleasure a small sour apple was pushed in by hands she didn’t see through the net curtain of her sopping hair. She tried to bite it out but the sharp juice she squeezed out deterred her. Instead she found herself snorting her joy through her nose and screaming from deep within.
With a few heavy thrusts she felt McPherson cum inside her, his seed burning hot deep within her and some slowly sliding out. As if they were joined in mind as well as body she felt another orgasm rush through her. She no longer cared about the risk of childbearing, she just never wanted the pleasure to end.
But it did briefly as she felt her wrists released for moment as they swapped over. Then it was Chettam’s turn. The noise of the table rocking on its hinges, the bruise cut out by the edge of the table across her hip and the repeated rush of her rolling orgasms were her world for what felt like an age.
They swapped over again and again filling her up more times than she could count as she washed what she could out afterwards, a deep ache in all her bones and muscles and a powerful sense of satisfaction flooding her whole body.
After dinner she retired to bed alone and washed the wine from her hair and put the borrowed clothes out to have the stains removed. Once cleaned up, she slipped into the huge four poster bed and drifted off to sleep.
In the morning Theresa Blackie rose in one of the guest bedrooms of Old Tilton Lodge and found the air suffused with an almost violent quiet. The kind of silence that oppresses everything. There were no birds chirping on the moor and the horses in the stable didn’t knicker. The whole world was leaden and thick.
So she rose from bed and carefully donned her own clothes, unable to resist the small temptation to swap her rough stockings for the silk stockings her host had lent her. Even if they did have a pea soup stain on them where some soup had spilled.
Once dressed she headed downstairs and found Clifford stood in the hall a look of abject disgust on his face.
“I have been told,” he said“to give you two things.”
“Oh?” said Theresa. “What about his Lordship and the Captain?”
“They have gone out to shoot what grouse they can. Though good luck to them at this time of year and this far south.”
“Should I wait?”
“You should not, ma’am. The first thing I was told was to give you passage to London as soon as possible and to have the coach back before nightfall.”
“And the second?”
“A small sum of money to set you up in your new line of business.”
Theresa flushed, to be paid for what they had done last night from pure desire seemed sordid and illicit.
Clifford’s black gloved hands opened to show four coins. Two silver shillings and two copper pennies.
“His Lordship suggested I recommend a particularly prestigious bordello, a favourite of his, which may have use for a girl of your particular… appetites and moral compass.”
Theresa looked at the coins shining in her hand and felt a great deal of pity for herself and what she had begun. And then just a small twinge of excitement. London, at last I’m going to London.
“We best be off if you’re to get back by nightfall,” Theresa said turning and marching out the door her first payment jingling in her pocket.
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 21
Chapter One
Adam stepped off the train, noticing that the town hadn’t changed whatsoever. It was good to be back, and he noticed that the familiar feeling of where he grew up lingered there. He saw his best friend, a dude named Jason, walk over to him, and when he stopped, Adam smiled.
“Hey man, how’s it going?” Adam said.
“Good! You look like you haven’t changed a bit, even though it has been about five years,” Jason said.
Adam laughed, slapping his friend on the shoulder. “I have changed, it’s just been subtle,” he teased.
“Right. Anyways, you want to head back to the car so that you can settle in?” Jason asked.
“Sure. Or if you want to hang, I’m down for that. I came to town for the weekend to see you, and I’d love to spend some time with my best friend,” Adam replied.
Jason laughed, and Adam could tell that the other guy seemed happy to be near him.
“Well, I’m glad that you’re happy with hanging out. Oh, did I tell you that my dad got remarried?” Jason asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, mom and he didn’t work out. It was a total disaster, and I had to suffer through all of that. Mom left and she’s doing her own damn thing. Not like I cared, but it seems like dad found a new girl. She’s super pretty,” Jason said.
Adam immediately grew curious about this. How pretty we talking? Like Cindy in high school pretty?”
“Prettier. She’s honestly fucking gorgeous,” Jason explained.
Adam then looked at him with a bit of a curious glance.
“Say, why don’t we go off to your place. I can unpack my shit later,” Adam said.
Jason smiled and laughed. “You haven’t changed, have you?”
“What can I say? I love pretty chicks,” Adam told the other.
“I noticed. Do you even have a girlfriend though?”
“Nah. Most of the city girls are good for a fuck and that’s really about it. besides, I’m not into the whole dating bullshit anyways,” Adam explained.
“I get that. I mean, you know how I’ve been. Just working at the bank. All of the girls in this town kind of aged terribly after high school, and they all already have a kid. I just don’t want that, so it’s eider just keeping to myself,” Jason replied.
“Yeah, but would you really keep it to yourself if it was your stepmom?” Adam teased.
Jason blushed, and Adam began to laugh. “I’m teasing. Anyways, I can’t wait to meet her. She sounds pretty hot, and nice as well.”
“Yeah. She is. She’s honestly better than my mom. You know how mom was. She was always bitching about shit to my dad, and it was making him feel bad. He was going mad because she seemed to care about everyone else but him. I feel bad for him, you know?” Jason said.
“Same here. Your dad is a bit of an oaf, but he’s alright,” Adam replied.
The streets looked like how they did before, and as Adam caught up with Jason about the latest events, talking about how hard school was, and how he nabbed a simple desk job, he wondered what it may be like to meet Jason’s new stepmom. He wasn’t surprised that his dad remarried. The guy seemed to think that a woman was necessary in life, even though he was totally submissive. But, the fact that he did it so quickly, and after his ex left, it was a bit shocking. But, it sounded like Jason was happier, and he couldn’t wait to meet her.
They pulled up to the house, and Adam laughed at the sight.
“It really hasn’t fucking changed,” he said.
“Sure hasn’t,” Jason replied.
The two of them got out, and Jason insisted for Adam to leave his stuff in the car.
“After dinner, I’ll take you back,” he said.
“Thanks man. I know my folks have a car I can borrow but they were busy today, so they couldn’t come get me from the station,” he replied.
“Eh, it’s all good. Plus, I’m glad to see my best friend again.”
The two of them were older, but they also hadn’t changed all that much. It was like time itself froze in place, and when they opened the door, Adam realized that life hadn’t changed. However, in the kitchen was a woman, and when Adam saw her, he stopped.
He felt a strange feeling of lust take over him. The woman was beautiful, with long, brown hair and big b
lue eyes. She only looked to be about ten years older than Jason, which meant that his dad wanted to marry young so that he could have a hot wife. The woman turned around, and she looked at Adam, eying his long, brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. She admired his tall frame, and Adam could tell that the woman was looking at him for much longer than he anticipated.
“Oh, hello there,” she said, her eyes focused on Adam’s body.
“Hey Stacy. By the way, this is Adam. He’s my best friend from high school, and he’s in the area,” Jason explained.
“Oh, well it’s quite the pleasure to meet you,” the woman said. She extended her hand. Jason took it and shook it. He looked at this woman, feeling a bit on the spot.
“I’m Stacy by the way. Jason’s stepmom,” she said.
“I heard about that. Seems like you’ve made yourself right at home,” Adam said.
“Oh yes. I love being a stepmom to Jason. He’s a good boy, and I’m proud of him,” Stacy replied.
She looked at Jason, and immediately Adam could tell that there was something more than just a little bit of flirting going on here. There was lust, and I was obvious in their eyes. Adam blushed, realizing just how much Jason’s mom wanted them, and he wondered if this was right.
“By the way, you two can head upstairs to chill. I’ll bring you guys some snacks, okay?” she said.
“Alright,” Adam said.
Jason motioned for Adam to come upstairs, and when they did so, he closed the door.
“What the fuck, she’s gorgeous!” Adam said.
“I know right? And she’s always flirting with me. Fuck man, I don’t know how much of this I can take. I’ve struggled with holding back when it came to her for a while, and this is just getting ridiculous,” he explained.
“Well dude, is your dad going to be home anytime soon?”
“Nah. Dad works late. And plus, he doesn’t seem to care much about what I do,” Jason replied.
Adam got this idea, and while he knew that it was wrong, it didn’t mean that he didn’t want to do it.
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