Sins and Secrets

by P. F. Kozak

  Peter overpowers Pamela, continue reading

  Pamela seduces Peter

  Pamela tried again to push him away, but Peter held her too tightly. As he continued to kiss her, his hand found her breast. He fondled her, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh. Running his fingers up her neck into her thick hair, he made a fist, holding her head still by the roots of her hair.

  Pressing his cheek against hers, he whispered into her ear, “Did it excite you, Pamela, to see where I’ve been? Did you think about what I might have done there?”

  Peter felt her heart racing as he palmed her tit. Loosening his hold on her hair so as not to hurt her, he asked her again. “Did it stir you, Pamela? Tell me. I want to know.”

  Pamela dug her fingernails into the back of his neck, surely breaking the skin. “Perhaps if you tell me what you have done there, I will tell you if it stirs me.”

  “But my dear Pamela, you’re read about all that goes on in a bawdyhouse. I am certain you entertained those thoughts while sitting with Nellie.”

  “I saw her bed, the one with the canopy. Have you been in it with her?”

  Peter did not answer. Instead, he tugged at her skirt, pulling it up above her knees. Pamela could do nothing to stop him. Peter had her pinned to the seat of the carriage. He felt the cloth of her knickers and forced his hand between her legs. Pamela gasped as his fingers touched the downy tuft between her legs.

  “I will see for myself if you are stirred.” His middle finger slipped inside her secret place. Warm honey coated his hand as he probed deeper. “My dear Pams, you are quite stirred. Perhaps you would like to hear what I do at Nellie’s now, while I touch you.”

  Pamela’s breath noticeably quickened. Rather than struggle, she opened her legs wider. “Tell me, Peter, what do you do? I want to know.”

  “Ah, my curious little cherub wants to know.” Peter stroked her clitoris. “Nellie calls this ‘La Praline.’ It is the sugared almond all women want licked.”

  “Have you, Peter? Have you licked her?”

  “Nellie taught me many years ago how to please a woman. Would you care to know what she taught me?”

  Pamela tried to reach between them to pull her skirt up higher. She couldn’t manage it. “Peter, for God’s sake, I’m burning up.”

  “As am I, Pams. It is a hard lesson to learn, that the fire never goes away. It smoulders and it flares, and it always, always burns.”

  Peter shifted his position and opened his trousers, exposing his stiff cock. “You see, Pamela, this is the curse of being a man. When it hardens, it demands urgent attention, either by my own hand or, preferably, with a woman.” He knelt on the carriage floor. “You are beginning to understand the pain of needing release.”

  He pushed her skirt and petticoat up to her waist. “Spread your legs wide so I may see the beauty of your womanhood.” Pamela did as he asked. Her knickers opened, revealing all of her hidden charms. He adored looking at women, at seeing their private parts glistening with feminine dew. The beautiful rosebud between Pamela’s legs made him heady.

  As much as he wanted to look, and in fact, study her beauty, he wanted to taste her more. Lowering his head, he nuzzled the chestnut nest framing her beauty. Her scent made his head spin, as though he had indulged in too much gin. “Pamela.” He spoke her name softly, so softly she could not have heard.

  Supporting his forearms on her thighs, he used his fingers to spread her wide and hold her open. The evidence of her arousal ran in the crimson valleys on either side of her clitoris. With a volatile mix of reverence and randiness, he penetrated her slit with his tongue. She shuddered and grabbed his head.

  As many women as he had tasted in his life, none tasted as sweet as Pamela. Her nectar coated his tongue like honey syrup. His cock bumped the edge of the carriage seat as he lapped at her. He allowed the rocking carriage to control the rhythm, his organ rubbing the seat every few seconds. The erratic motion made the movement of his tongue unpredictable, jabbing one moment and licking the next.

  Pamela abandoned herself to his ministrations, writhing on the seat as he lapped at her. Her heat washed through him as he intensified his invasion of her private parts. He sucked her clitoris with a hunger he felt in his belly, a desire to have her that had gnawed at him for years.

  To his utter amazement, she drew both legs up and put her heels on the edge of the seat. Her movement broke the suction he had sustained and he lifted his head. For a moment their eyes met. The fire he saw burning in them cemented his resolve. She would share his bed. They were destined to be lovers.

  Pamela grasped her shins, holding her propped legs wide open. “Peter, for merciful heaven, let me finish.”

  Before he returned to the treasure between her legs, he leaned forward and kissed her, knowing she would taste herself in his mouth. He left her breathless as he again bowed at her feminine altar. With a singular focus, he sucked her, creating a vacuum with his mouth that made her squeal. He sustained the suction, using his tongue to torment her.

  She signaled her climax when she cried his name and tried to lunge forward. He held her still and continued to suck with an intensity he could not control. She spasmed and shuddered while he held her, until finally, she collapsed onto the seat, sated.

  Slowly lowering her legs, she struggled to get her wind. Even before she had caught her breath, she reached for his organ.

  Catching her hand, he kissed her fingertips. “Pamela, there is no need. I can manage.”

  “Peter, do not deny me! Let me touch you!”

  “Why do you want to, Pams? If it is to prove to me that you are willing, you have already done that.”

  Before Peter could shift and sit back on the seat, Pamela caught his face in her hands. She kissed him, not the kiss of a virginal young lady, but the kiss of a woman wanting a man. Without meaning to acquiesce, Peter instinctively returned her kiss. He felt her again reach for him. This time, he did not stop her.

  She had already begun to understand how he liked to be stroked and touched him with confidence. Still kneeling in front of her, his organ fully exposed, he seemed to be praying to a goddess and offering himself as a sacrifice.

  Peter knew he would soon spend. He reached inside his jacket pocket and took out his handkerchief. “Here, Pamela, so we do not muss our clothing.”

  Pamela folded the cloth over the tip of his cock and rubbed his cock with a finesse beyond her experience. “Please, Peter, squeeze my bubbies. It feels so good when you touch them.”

  Peter lost all sense of propriety as he kneaded her titties. As Pamela rubbed him, without warning, she reached under his prick with her free hand and fondled his balls. “My God, Pams, I’m going to spend.” Bracing himself against her chest, so as not to fall forward, he filled his handkerchief with his cream. Her fingers continued to tickle his balls until he had fully spent.

  He lifted himself up and fell back on the seat beside her. “Sweet God in heaven, Pamela! How did you know to do that?”

  “I love the way they dangle, Peter. They are so deliciously soft and fleshy. I simply had to touch them.”

  “Young lady, you are a complete mystery to me! From a girl sliding down banisters to the woman you have become, how did this happen?”

  “I grew up, Peter. You know, it does happen from time to time. The reading I do has taught me more than you know.”

  “You have only read this? If I didn’t already know you are chaste, I don’t know that I would believe you.”

  “Darling Peter, you know I have waited for you. Why do you doubt me?”

  “Because, dear Pamela, you have the touch of a professional. Perhaps you should speak to Nellie about obtaining a position in her establishment.”

  “I will be sure to mention it the next time I see her.”

  “Do not even entertain the notion you will be going back there. It will not happen.”

  Pamela laughed. “But how am I to be a professional if I am forbidden to entertain such thoughts?”


  “Dear heart, I will see to it you are paid very well for keeping your services at home.” Peter took his handkerchief and wiped himself clean before tucking himself back into his trousers. “Pams, you best fix your hair. It is in complete disarray.” Peter smiled. “Not that I mind, I rather fancy it down. But I do not think you want to be seen looking as though you just left your bedchamber.”

  “Or, rather, that I just left your bedchamber.”

  Peter laughed. “It seems that is a distinct possibility.”

  As Pamela made herself presentable, Peter leaned forward and unlatched the small window below Jack’s seat. “Jack, we are ready to return to Piccadilly now.”

  Jack turned the carriage around and headed for home.

  Go to Chapter Ten

  Peter held her tighter, sliding his fingers up her neck and into her hair. He closed his hand, immobilizing her by pulling her hair’s roots. He kissed her again, fully expecting her to resist. Instead, she went limp in his arms.

  Rather than struggling, she relaxed. The fist she had used to thump him opened and her fingers dug into his chest. She returned his kiss with ardor. Realising he had her hair bunched tightly in his hand, he loosened his hold so as not to hurt her.

  When he released her mouth, she didn’t move away. She gently kissed his cheek, tracing a path of kisses to his neck. She whispered into his ear, “Peter, don’t be angry with me. Jack would not have allowed anyone near me. You know that to be true.”

  “It is dangerous to have been there, with only your coachman as a companion. Not only that. You do not belong in a place with whores.”

  “Peter, you go there. You’ve been going there for quite a long time.”

  He wrapped both arms around her and buried his face in her hair. “Pams, how could you know what it’s been like, to be here without you? Yes, I went to see Nellie. I went to see her because I could not have you.”

  Pamela held him tightly. “Nellie told me. She said you called for me while with her.”

  “Pams, you just don’t know.”

  “I’m beginning to know, Peter, but you must tell me of your needs. Nellie would not. She said you are the one to teach me, and to show me how.”

  “She said that to you?”

  “Yes. She said you are inclined to most activities of the flesh and that I should ask you to teach me.”

  In spite of his anger, Peter smiled. “She would say that. She told me the very same.”

  “Told you what?”

  “That I should teach you, that you are ready.”

  “Peter, I want you. I have always wanted you. She is right. I am ready.”

  “Pams, I don’t know if she is right. I only know that having you this close to me is driving me mad.” He caressed her cheek and followed the line of her neck down to her breast. “You are so incredibly beautiful.”

  “Dearest Peter.” Pamela rested her hand on his upper thigh. “Will you let me touch you again, like you did the day I came home?”

  She didn’t wait for him to answer. Her hand found his organ, already thick in his trousers. “Peter, I want to taste you. Please let me.”

  Peter closed his eyes and groaned. Her hand on him sent shards of glass into his belly. “How can you ask me such a thing, Pamela? It is what a common trollop would do. It is beneath you.”

  She leaned in close to his ear, pressing herself into him. “I am only asking to please you, my darling. I want to give you pleasure.” The softness of her breasts against him drove him to the brink of control. He wanted her, more than he had ever wanted any woman.

  Silently, deliberately, he removed Pamela’s hand from his cock and undid his trousers. Before exposing his cock, he asked her once more, “Pamela, are you quite sure you want to do this?”

  Pamela slid off the seat and knelt on the carriage floor. “Yes, Peter, I am sure. I want this.”

  Opening his trousers fully, Peter freed his prick. It twitched in his hand when he saw Pamela lick her lips. The carriage bumped and lurched as Jack drove them aimlessly through the streets, allowing them both privacy and time.

  He watched her prepare to take him in her mouth. She looked at him closely, as though memorising every contour and vein. Never had he seen such innocent curiosity. Knowing her as he did, having seen her grow from girl to woman, he knew this to be her nature. He had never expected her inquisitiveness to transfer to such carnal matters.

  When her mouth finally closed around his organ, he allowed the sensation to consume him. Her tongue circled the tip of his cock, but she did not move her head. Only the more experienced whores he had paid for the pleasure knew to stay still and let him move. Slowly, he pulled himself out of her mouth and slid back in. Still, she did not move her head, only her tongue, all the while keeping the suction steady and even.

  Had he not been in such a state of need, he would have stopped her and insisted she tell him how she had learned this. But the sheer bliss of having her mouth on him put those thoughts at bay. Reaching down, he threaded his fingers through her hair, the silken strands scattered on his lap. Finally, he had her here, with him.

  As his arousal grew, so did the pace of his thrusts. Pamela stayed steady, allowing him to control the movement. She continued to lap at him, and circle his prick with her tongue. She loosely held the base of his cock in her hand, preventing him from thrusting too deeply into her throat.

  Suddenly, she stopped. Being close to spending, he tried to force himself back into her mouth. She moved away. “Pamela, what are you doing? I am very close. Do you not want me to spend in your mouth?”

  “Darling Peter, I want you to know I can give you the kind of pleasure you want.” She stroked his bollocks as she spoke and Peter shuddered. Bending over him, she gently lifted the soft flesh of his testicle and licked it. Before he had a chance to recover from the shock of her tongue on him, she sucked his bollock into her mouth and rolled it around. Surely, he would go mad! The flame in his groin shot through his entire body.

  As she had with one testicle, so she did with the other. Taking it into her mouth, she rolled it around. When she once again captured his cock between her lips, he leaked his first drops of cream.

  Again, she covered him with her mouth. All sense left him as he thrust deeply into her throat. Only her hand at the base of his organ prevented him from choking her. With one final thrust, liquid fire boiled from his balls. She drank every drop that he spilled, not releasing him until he had spent completely.

  Pamela sat down on the seat next to him. Leaning in close to his ear, she whispered, “How do you feel?”

  Peter still had his eyes closed, not yet having recovered from her expert ministrations. He managed to whisper back, “My God, Pamela, where did you learn to do that?”

  “It is quite amazing how much I have learned from the reading I do.”

  He opened his eyes and looked squarely at her. “You have only read this? If I didn’t already know you are chaste, I don’t know that I would believe you.”

  “Darling Peter, you know I have waited for you. Why do you doubt me?”

  “Because, dear Pamela, you have the touch of a professional. Perhaps you should speak to Nellie about obtaining a position in her establishment.”

  “I will be sure to mention it the next time I see her.”

  “Do not even entertain the notion you will be going back there. I absolutely forbid it!”

  Pamela laughed. “It is very difficult to be intimidated by your pronouncements with your business lying in your lap.”

  “You seem to have also learned impudence, my brassy tart!” Peter tucked himself back into his trousers. He then leaned over and kissed her. “I am serious, Pamela. I do not want you going back there.”

  Pamela playfully tickled his side. “But, darling Peter, perhaps Nellie will let us a room for the night. I could be your hired girl.”

  Peter tugged her skirt up to her knees and slid his hand underneath. “I have no need to go anywhere except across the hall in my own house.�
�� He found the opening in her knickers and brushed the soft curls.

  Pamela opened her legs, inviting him to further explore her hidden charms. “And may I come to your room as well?”

  “If you wish. My door is open.”

  Pamela squirmed as Peter slipped his finger inside her wet crevice. “As is mine.”

  “I am aware.” Peter rubbed her clitoris and Pamela sighed. “You are even lovelier when you are heated, my dear. I enjoy watching you in your pleasure.”

  “It stirs me when you watch me.” Pamela pulled her skirt up around her waist. “I want you to look at me.”

  Peter cupped her vulva in his hand. Leaning forward, he kissed her while roughly stroking her clitoris. She lifted her arse to increase the pressure of his hand. “Oh, Peter, please!”

  “Pams, rub against my hand.” She did as he said, sliding her throbbing clitoris against his fingers. “That’s right, show me your passion. Let me watch you in your pleasure.”

  Practically delirious with need, Pamela pushed against his hand. Peter slipped his arm around her waist to support her. When her climax struck, her entire body shook violently. Peter held her until she quieted.

  Before letting her go, Peter kissed her and whispered, “We should go home now, Pams.”

  As Pamela made herself presentable, Peter leaned forward and unlatched the small window below Jack’s seat. “Jack, we are ready to return to Piccadilly now.”

  Jack turned the carriage around and headed for home.

  Chapter Ten

  Once back at the house, Peter escorted Pamela to her room. They both had to refresh themselves for dinner. Leaving her at her bedroom door, he gave her an affectionate kiss on the forehead.

  Pamela feigned indignation. “I expected a bit more than that, considering the current state of affairs!”

  “Young lady, some decorum please!”

  Pamela seductively ran her finger down Peter’s chest and hooked it in the same pocket with his watch. “We are home. There is no one here but the two of us. Why shouldn’t I want more?”