by Kate Monroe
With her desperate plea, he studiously undid each one of the pearl buttons that ran down her spine and then gently tugged the capped sleeves down to free her of their constraints. As Amelia shifted to allow the white muslin to fall away to the floor, he sucked in a sharp breath through his clenched teeth. He did not hesitate in stripping away her petticoat and corset; and, within mere moments, her thin shift was all that was left covering her bare body.
Amelia twisted to face him again as she reached for the hemline of the shift and began to draw it upwards. The desire that burned in his blue eyes was all the encouragement she needed to kick off her slippers and remove the shift completely.
Even though the moonlight was all that was illuminating the bedchamber, the force of the professor’s physical reaction to her could not be mistaken. He gathered her into his arms and pressed his lips against her forehead. “Amelia, you are very beautiful,” he said gently, despite the way that she could feel his pulse racing wildly. “I consider myself fortunate in the extreme that it is you who will be assisting me in this experiment. Now, I want this to be comfortable for you, so will you allow me to ready you to receive the device?”
She arched into him in a breathless and mute agreement, painfully eager for him to do what she sensed he intended to. His groan was laden with lust and pleasure as he seated himself on the edge of the firm mattress and settled her into his lap. “Do not forget, Amelia, you need only say the word and I will stop-“
Amelia silenced his reminder by seeking out his hand with her own and insistently moving it up to caress her breasts. He needed no further encouragement. He cupped her breasts in the palms of his hands and sought out the stiffened nipples with his fingers. She cried out in astounded pleasure; she was no stranger to such delights, but with the professor it was as if every one of her senses had been heightened a hundredfold.
“Is that pleasurable for you?”
Even his soft words felt like an intimate caress that pulsed sharp, shooting thrills through her body as his long fingers traced out a teasing line around her nipples. She writhed and twisted in his lap as she felt his cock pushing against the small of her back, for she craved it like she had wanted no man before. Amelia choked back a loud cry as she buried her head in his shoulder and breathed in deeply, greedy for the musky scent of him that assaulted her senses.
The professor smiled again. “I shall take that as a yes, Amelia.” With one hand still firmly caressing and toying with her breasts, he pulled her thighs apart so that she was straddling his lap as she leaned back against him and rested his free hand against the gentle curve of her stomach. She tensed, but she made no attempt to stop him as his hand steadily moved lower.
As he began to gently kiss the side of her throat, his fingers reached the nest of curls between her legs. He groaned loudly when she instinctively pushed down and rocked against his hand as his deft fingers captured her clitoris.
“More!” she demanded breathlessly, still amazed by the force of the physical pleasure his touch was so effortlessly delivering to her. “More, professor, please!”
His lips were still pressed against her skin, and the kisses he was lavishing upon her became firmer and rapidly more impassioned as he obeyed her demand. His thumb and forefinger moved rapidly against her clitoris as she fought for breath, her head rolling to the side as she eagerly submitted to the forceful control of the lust and arousal now raging inside her. When he gently pushed one finger inside her to stroke her walls in rhythm with his touch, Amelia could restrain herself no longer.
As she tensed up with a thrill of anticipation for the orgasm that she knew was already so near, a loud cry escaped her clenched lips – and the professor instantly jerked his hand away to wrap his arms around her instead.
This time, her cry was one of frustrated protest. “Professor! Why did you stop?”
His expression was inscrutable even as he gently ran one hand along the length of her bare back. “Because I sensed, to my surprise, that you were near to climaxing merely from my touch. Was I wrong?” he finally asked.
“No!”
“Then it is as well I stopped. Clearly, you are ready to proceed – it is at this point I would enter you were we doing this in the traditional manner, so instead it is time for our experiment to proceed.”
Amelia shook from head to toe despite the warmth of the summer night as the professor laid her down on top of the crisp, pristine bed sheets and kissed her flushed face again before he stood up. He pulled a key from his breast pocket and, after fumbling with it, unlocked the heavy travelling chest that was next to the bed. “I keep it safe in here, away from prying eyes,” he explained, his voice strained and hoarse as his own eyes flickered back towards her. “As far as the shape and size of it are concerned, I modelled it on myself.”
He held it out awkwardly as her eyes widened. If he was telling the truth, then his physical assets were in no way inferior to his intellect. She shuddered violently again as a sharp twist of aching desire for him coursed through her tense body. “Please, professor, I do not think I can withstand any further delay!”
A hint of a smile quirked back the corners of his thin lips, seeming to relieve some of his tension. “No – my attentions do seem to have succeeded in bringing you to a state of supremely heightened arousal, Amelia. I am glad that it is so. Ah...the device, then...”
She understood what it was he was trying to ask. “My husband might have been a no-good wastrel, professor, but he did at least school me in the mechanics of sex before he met his end in that fateful duel. I know perfectly well what to do with the contraption, I assure you of that.”
The professor reddened rapidly. “May I ask you an intimate question then, Amelia?”
Amelia laughed incredulously as he perched on the side of the bed with the contraption in his hands. She impulsively knelt behind him and pressed her breasts into his back as her hands boldly moved down to rest against the hardened cock that was twitching so impatiently against her. “Professor, I am entirely naked in your bed and your hands have just been roaming over my body as intimately as I am touching you now – I think that you may ask anything you like of me.”
His face contorted as he pushed his cock further into her hands. “A valid point; it seems my renowned wits are abandoning me somewhat with such a lovely lady here to distract me.”
She unfastened his cravat with one trembling hand and turned her attention to working the buttons of his neatly-pressed shirt open as she slowly moved the other hand along the generous length of his straining cock. “Then shall I remind you to ask me whatever it was that was on your mind, professor?” she whispered directly into his ear, delivering the softest of kisses to it as she did so.
“Y-yes,” he said unsteadily with a marked shudder as her fingers triumphantly slipped beneath the linen of his shirt to rest against the muscles of his chest. “I...I wanted to know if your husband – or any other lover you took after his death – taught you how to ride his cock instead of simply lying underneath him. You strike me, Amelia, as the type of woman who would greatly enjoy such a thing.”
Amelia’s breath hitched as the image of doing just such an act with the professor sent a fresh and dizzying rush of lust pounding through her inflamed veins. “Yes,” she finally managed to say as he turned around to guide her back down onto the sheets, the device lying innocuously next to them. “Yes, he did, and you are right; I enjoyed it very much.”
“Good.” His blue eyes darkened as he slipped his hands underneath her and pulled her hips into his as they lay side by side. “For that is how I want you to use my invention, Amelia – and how I want you to couple with me afterwards. Are you agreeable to that, little lady?”
Her low and drawn-out moan was all the answer he seemed to need. He nodded decisively as she arched and stretched up her head towards his. “Now, professor,” she whispered urgently. “Now.”
The professor touched her face again before he sat back up and inserted another key into the base
of the mechanical penis. “Clockwork,” he muttered unnecessarily. “Simply wind it up, and off you go – hopefully it will last for long enough to bring you to the peak of your pleasure, but if not I shall simply rewind it.”
“Oh, I do not imagine that will be necessary!” Amelia knelt up in the middle of the bed, revelling in the way he gazed at her breasts with a soft groan even as he concentrated on turning the key. “Professor, simply being here with you is enough to have my body crying out for its release. If your invention works as well as I would expect of you, then I am convinced it will bring me to my climax with an astonishing rapidity.”
He stopped and reached out one shaking hand to rest on her bare thigh, the intimacy of the touch bringing forth another soft moan from the back of her throat. “Amelia, forgive me for asking, but I must know – do you desire me?”
She held his heated gaze as her stomach gave a wild, fluttering leap of nerves. “Since the very first moment we were introduced, professor. Did you not know?”
His face contorted. “I...I was unaware, yes.”
Amelia opened her mouth to press him further, certain there was more to be said; but before she could do so, the hand he was resting on her thigh moved down to insistently part her legs as he placed the device between them.
All else could wait.
The professor knelt in front of her and took hold of her waist as she placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. The shaft of the mechanical penis stood proud and upright, and when he gently guided her toward it, she could hold back no longer. As his hands moved down to press a polished brass button to begin its movements, she pushed down and took the full length of it inside her. It filled her completely, but the unnatural coolness wrenched a surprised cry from her lips as she bore down on it.
“What is it, Amelia?” he asked anxiously. “Is it uncomfortable?”
“No – oh, God no!” With no warning, the shaft thrust deeply into her, and she threw her head back in elation. The rigid metal of the shaft moved so realistically inside her that she could almost imagine it was a real cock that was giving her such pleasure. “Oh, professor, it is glorious!”
He exhaled deeply and moved back to observe as she boldly cupped her breasts in her own hands and began to play with her nipples. She allowed her eyes to close as she imagined that it was his fingers upon her breasts once more, the darkly erotic image in her mind only increasing her pleasure as she felt a tight knot of tension build in her core.
When his loud and agonised groan echoed around the bedchamber, Amelia opened her heavy-lidded eyes again only for them to widen in astonishment. The professor was watching her with a desperate hunger and intensity that she sensed went far deeper than mere scientific observation. She thrilled and gloried in it as her movements became ever wilder.
“P-professor?” she gasped.
“Amelia?”
“Will you forgive me if I abandon all restraint and allow my body the climax that your remarkable device is driving me towards? I do not think that I can bear to hold back!” With a throaty cry, she threw her head back as he clenched his fists tightly at his sides.
“Then do so, Amelia, so that the next part of our experiment may begin! Do not forget, my lady, to concentrate on all the sensations you experience, to commit them all to memory so that you might accurately describe them to me when you regain your breath,” the professor urged her, still watching her with a near frenzied intensity as she began to shudder and tense from head to toe.
As she obeyed his command and struggled to pay attention to all of the rapid thrills inflaming her body, Amelia shifted angle and rocked desperately against the metal shaft. It pushed her nearer to her climax with each smooth mechanical stroke, but even were it not doing so, the sight of the professor’s evident desire for her would have taken her over the edge.
When he unleashed a soft, resigned groan and opened his breeches to wrap his fist around the elongated shaft of his hardened cock, she cried out again and arched as her explosive climax ripped through her feverish body. Searing lines of fiery ecstasy pulsed through her with a ferocity far beyond anything she had felt before, and her eyes shone with elation as she sobbed out her pleasure for him to hear.
The professor was breathing heavily as his fist continued to pump up and down his cock, and still he stared at Amelia with a desperate hunger. As she slowly pulled herself free of the device with a low, mewling whimper, he reached out to pull her to sit across his thighs. His lips instantly moved to passionately kiss her racing pulse point again as she shook wildly in his arms. “Undress me now, Amelia,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and laden with lust. “It is time for you to take my cock inside you, my little lady.”
Amelia’s head rolled to the side as wave after wave of pleasure continued to soar through her veins, but she summoned up the strength to lift her trembling hands and tug away the professor’s jacket and shirt. She had wanted him for so very long; and now, as she steadily stripped away all of his clothing, she realised that he would finally be hers. When he visibly shuddered as her hands brushed across the line of his slender hips, triumph erupted inside her.
“My professor,” she said softly. “My professor.”
He gave no sign that he had heard her words. “Are you – are you ready to proceed, Amelia?”
She nodded eagerly and he touched her flushed face before he lifted her back onto the sheets and set the still-thrusting device onto the bedside table. Amelia fought for breath as he stretched out on top of the sheets and crooked one long finger to beckon her towards him. She found her eyes drawn as if compelled to the hard shaft of his cock that he was making no attempt to conceal – and, suddenly, she felt as nervous as a green girl having her first experience of such a thing.
“Ah, Amelia, are you deliberately tormenting me?” he demanded with a pained groan. “You told me that you desire me – and here I am, more than ready to oblige you. I beg of you, my lady, do not delay even a moment longer!”
His desperate plea was impossible to resist. She blushed hotly as he held out his hands to assist her in straddling his waist and readying his rock hard cock at her entrance. “N-now, professor?”
Her wavering whisper tore another agonised groan from the back of his throat. “I have been ready for this for longer than you know, Amelia. Now!”
The professor thrust his hips upwards and buried his cock inside her with one deep, slick movement that had her crying out in unbound elation. Already her body was tensed again in eager anticipation of the release that she knew he could bring her to, but Amelia was desperate to postpone the moment of blissful ecstasy for as long as she possibly could. As she drew deep, gasping breaths to calm herself, she leaned forwards and rested the palms of her hands against the smooth lines of the professor’s chest.
He shuddered wildly, the movement only pushing his cock into her more deeply. “Are you comfortable like this, Amelia?” he asked, his voice strained with the obvious effort it was costing him to hold himself back.
“Professor, if I had my way then this moment would never end!” she finally managed to tell him, searching out his mouth with her own for another frantic and impassioned kiss. “I know that the laws of science you so adore tell us that it cannot be, so please, professor, I beg you...”
“What, Amelia? Whatever it is you desire I am yours to command!”
“Then please, sir, I implore you to adhere to the terms of the experiment and begin to mimic the movements of your spectacular device!”
With a deep, throaty chuckle as their darkened eyes locked, he did precisely that. Swept away on a tide of consuming pleasure far stronger than anything she had ever felt before when with a man, Amelia gripped the professor tightly between her thighs and threw her head back with an ecstatic cry. She cared nothing for the house’s staff who might overhear them, for all that mattered now was to reach the intense climax she knew the professor could give to her – and to give him the precise same pleasure.
She straightened ba
ck up again and began to move in time with his thrusts, matching his frenetic pace as her heated blood rushed through her veins and made everything outside of the bed they shared pale into insignificance. Delighted by the way that the professor tensed beneath her and cursed loudly in evident appreciation of her efforts, Amelia pushed down harder against him and caught his hands in hers to guide them insistently up towards her breasts.
The professor instantly obliged, cupping her full breasts in his calloused hands and rolling her aching nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She shuddered uncontrollably, for his touch left her body teetering perilously on the very edge of its peak. “P-professor!” she cried out, arching her back to push her breasts further into his hands. “Oh God, professor, please do not hold back!”
“Ah, Amelia, you truly are a rare specimen of femininity!” With those exalted words echoing loudly around the chamber, he intensified the force of his thrusts yet further and sharply pinched her nipples as she rocked desperately against him. All compulsion to take it slowly had disappeared, drowned under the weight of her compulsion to allow her body the climax it so greedily craved.
Each powerful thrust he made sent her flying upwards, but she only urged him on with a rapid stream of moans that she could neither soften nor restrain. She was agonisingly near to the climax she already yearned for again, her entire body throbbing in its furious demand that left her no more than a slave to its command. Any thoughts she had had of prolonging the moment of glory were swept away entirely on the tide of desperation that now clearly consumed them both.
The professor who was always so cool and impassive seemed to be losing all grip of his composure as he buried his cock inside her again and again, his frantic groans louder even than hers. “Professor?” she gasped when he groped her breasts with a shuddering cry and visibly tensed. “Professor, my professor, won’t you come for me?”
“Beautiful Amelia, I can think of only one thing that would delight me more!” And with that hoarse declaration, he reached out and captured her swollen clitoris between his fingers to send her flying inescapably towards her climax as he made one last deep, powerful thrust before giving himself over to the same delight.
