by Powerone
"Don't go M'Lady. No need to be embarrassed. I do this for many young girls such as you.” He watched as she stopped, pausing for a moment, sure that she was contemplating it. She turned and walked back towards him.
"I'm sorry,” Jenna trying to reassure herself.
"Sit down,” wiping off the old chair pulled aside the table that held the lantern. He could see her bosom heaving up and down, her breathing ragged. “So you want an ivory dildo?"
The word dildo made her blush even more. “YYYYEES,” she managed to stammer, sitting down in the chair. “How much?"
"They're very expensive M'Lady. Carved by a master to exact measurements. Made of the finest ivory. Do you have the measurements you want?"
She hadn't even thought of that, not that she would have any idea of what size she wanted. Or needed. She quickly chimed in, wanting to sound more experienced in this than she really was. “I will let you decide the size. But similar to the one you procured for Cynthia,” mentioning the name of the chamber maid. She added. “And I will pay a reasonable price for it,” not wanting to sound too desperate, as if she had another choice.
"I can get just the thing you want M'Lady. And as for price, I am not looking for money.” He waited, seeing the confused look on her face. “There is no other that can procure the finest quality dildo that only a fine Lady as you should own."
"And what is it that you are looking for?” Jenna was ready to bolt from the barn at the first sign of trouble.
"You are a lovely girl.” He looked her over, a delightful body. He had heard that she was probably still a virgin, her father very strict. He knew she wouldn't give up her maidenhood, but he had hopes for one of her other virgin holes. “I would be satisfied if you took my staff in your mouth.” He held his breathe for her answer.
Jenna huffed indignantly. “How dare you tarnish my reputation with such an outlandish request!” She got up, moving away from the table. She turned back to him. “There are many others that will fulfill my desires for a lot less."
The First Mate had met this kind of resistance before and knew how to handle it. “I'm sure they will supply you with a serviceable dildo M'Lady. But would you really want such a thing between those lovely thighs. Or would you rather feel the smooth ivory of a fine instrument inside you, carved intricately to induce such tremendous orgasms from your fine body?” He waited, seeing her body stop as she contemplated his request.
He was right, though she hated to admit it. She was a fine Lady, an inferior instrument would not be suitable for her. After all, even her chamber maid would have a finer tool. How degrading would that be? But she was not about to give up her mouth to this foul man, no matter how handsome he is. She turned towards him, giving him her haughty look. “You do not deserve the pleasure that my mouth would bring to your organ.” She paused, seeing the disappointment etched in his face. “But if you procure the finest of dildo for me, I will use my hand on your organ until you are satisfied.” She looked down at the front of his pants, blushing as she saw the thick bulge, her hand at her side making a fist as if she was already holding it in her hand.
He had pushed her as far as he thought he could go, and the thought of her small, silky hand wrapped around his naked cock made it jerk in the tight confines of his trousers. He caught her gaze, his eyes staring at her until he captured them, knowing where she had looked, seeing her face flushed. “Agreed with one exception. You must bare your breasts while you do it.” He waited and than added. “I will guarantee that you will have the finest ivory dildo in the land, made to bring you many nights of pleasure when your husband or boyfriend has deserted you and left you aroused."
"Agreed, but you may not touch them, only ogle them with your eyes.” She responded with a defiant tone in her voice.
The First Mate's eyes devoured her heaving bosom, the dress pushing up the lovely white flesh, the deep cleavage cut by a gold cross that lay nestled between her twin beauties. His cock needed relief soon, the tight trousers cramping his style. Maybe he could find her chamber maid to take care of his problem, remembering the time he had bound and used her. “Agreed M'Lady, I look forward to the next time we will meet with great lust. I will be back in September. Cynthia will arrange the time of our exchange.” She didn't bother to answer, leaving the barn hurriedly. No matter, he would enjoy her subjugation when he brought her the dildo, wishing that he would be able to see the display the first time she used it.
Her body was flushed from the rude exchange, but it was more in excitement than in disgust. The First Mate was handsome in a rugged sort of way and the thought of being forced to use her hand on his mighty weapon aroused her in such a way that she had never felt before. And then there was the thought of the ivory dildo between her thighs, filling her as she was never filled before. To be used whenever the need grew between her legs, always hard and responsive. She shivered in lust, rushing to get back to her room and beneath the covers so her fingers could extract the pleasure from her body.
* * * *
To say that Jenna had almost forgotten about the deal she agreed to that night in the barn would have been a lie. It was always fresh in her mind, especially when she masturbated, her mind conjuring up the image of his naked cock. She imagined her body, stripped naked to the waist as her hand glided up and down his thick weapon, her fingers curled around the hot flesh while he looked at her lustily, his hips moving in response to her masturbating fingers. It humiliated her, yet at the same time it excited her beyond comprehension. To be used for sexual gratification, without love, only sex. It was so degrading and stimulating. September came quickly, the Chamber Maid catching Jenna one day when she was alone.
"He is back and has your dildo. He wants to meet you tonight after dark in the barn.” The chamber maid waited for Jenna's answer.
Jenna's heart fell into her stomach when she heard her words. It all rushed through her mind, the day of reckoning crashing in. This day was always in her mind, now she would have to perform to the satisfaction of the First Mate. Jenna had never even kissed a boy before, never mind touching an erect member and making him cum with her hand. Would she be able to perform to his satisfaction? It was strange, a prominent Lady such as herself, worried that she wouldn't be able to perform a sexual act on such a loathsome creature as the First Mate. “Tell him I will meet him at ten.” She brushed aside the chamber maid rudely, Jenna tense as her mind conjured up the act that she would have to perform.
Dinner went quickly, her mother asking if Jenna didn't feel good, Jenna unable to eat hardly anything. Jenna feigned a headache, retiring to her bedroom early. She lay in her bed as the house grew quiet, the bedroom door down the hall closing as her parents went to bed. She lay on the bed for the next half hour, the only sound in the room was her rapid breathing as she waited for the hour to approach. She got up at fifteen minutes to ten, checking out her image in the mirror, a touch of perfume on her neck as she straightened the bosom of her dress, suddenly remembering that she would have to bare her breasts to the First Mate. She opened the window silently and crept outside, moving towards the barn. She could see the light in the barn as she approached, her head dizzy, her stomach turning into knots as the barn door squeaked open. She entered, seeing the First Mate sitting at the other end, the inside of the barn lit up brightly, at least four lanterns burning brightly. He wanted to see her half naked body in all its glory, the lanterns reflecting brightly. She stood tall and marched to the other end of the barn as majestically as she could, not wanting the First Mate to see her nervousness. Or sense her inexperience.
"Good evening M'Lady. You look ravishing tonight.” The First Mate reached down to the front of his trousers, shifting his organ to the side. It had been a long time since he had a woman, since they had left Japan, saving himself for this Lady that would stroke his cock like a tavern wench. He pushed the heavy object to the center of the desk, still covered in the brightly colored cloth that shielded its precious cargo from being damaged on the long trip.
> "Good evening Sir,” acknowledging his presence, but her eyes were on the long item wrapped in the red cloth on the table. It was huge by the shape that molded the cloth. She moved closer to the table, sitting down on the chair on the other side of the table. “Is that it?"
"Yes M'Lady. I hope you find it to your satisfaction.” He pushed it over to her, watching as her slim hands moved to take off the cloth. He could already imagine her dainty touch on his rigid member, his flesh jerking in his trousers.
She peeled back the cloth, her eyes opening wide as she gazed at it. It was black ivory, at least eight inches long. The head was almost like a plum, a thick lip around it like petals on a flower. She shivered as she felt her juices begin to flow as she imagined the thick head shoving between her tender lips. There were at least three thick veins running up the side of it, sticking out over a half an inch, sure to bring unimaginable pleasure to her body as they rubbed along her soft insides. At the end were two large balls, so realistic that they even were covered with black hairs, Jenna afraid to ask if they were real. She was afraid to touch it, looking so real, or as real as she had imagined.
"Do you like it M'Lady?” The First Mate could hardly wait for her answer.
"Yes,” Jenna's voice trembling, finally getting enough nerve to pick it up. It was heavy and thick. “Very realistic,” she added, her fingers touching the balls, feeling the crinkly hairs. “Why did you get it black?"
He smiled when he heard her question, already expecting it. “It will look so lovely between your alabaster thighs.” He paused for a second. “It is an exact replica of my weapon.” He saw her look up at him, her eyes opened wide. Her hands fumbled with the dildo, as if she was really touching his member. “I want you to remember this night that you touched the real thing whenever you use it."
She found her fingers moving along the shaft in spite of his statement, or maybe because of it, her fingers exploring the sleek ivory dildo before they would have to stroke the real one. Her fingers curled over the thick head, running a fingernail just under the edge as if she were exploring it. She almost forgot about him, her other hand cupping the heavy twin balls, the hairs tickling her palm. She finally looked up, turning red as she saw the way he was looking at her. It was almost as if she was already stroking his member.
"And now for the rest of our bargain M'Lady.” He got up from the chair. “We'll be more comfortable over here.” He pointed to the spot he had cleared on the floor of the barn, a soft blanket covering it, small pillows scattered around in haste.
"Don't forget, only my hand,” her voice adamant in her demand.
"And your lovely naked bosom M'Lady.” He added. “To gaze at lustily as you stroke my member.” He laid down on the blanket, getting comfortable, a lovely aristocratic woman ready to do his sexual bidding. He made no attempt to take his weapon from his trousers, he wanted Jenna to do it.
Jenna moved over to the blanket, sitting down next to the First Mate. His clothes molded to his muscular body, even his trousers, Jenna able to make out the muscles in his thighs, her gaze moving up to see his erect member outlined in his tight trousers. He laid back, the muscles in his upper arms rippling naked in the lanterns flickering light, the First Mate waiting for her to pleasure him with her hand. “Aren't you going to take it out?” She didn't know where to start or what to do, but she was sure that the First Mate would give her all of the necessary instructions.
"I'll help you M'Lady, but I want to watch as you take it out and gaze upon my massive weapon for the first time.” He waited for a moment for her to get situated, tucking her full skirt under her, his eyes drawn to the luscious cleavage revealed by the sexy dress. Tonight he would gaze upon all of her flesh. “Pull the top of your dress down M'Lady. So I might gaze upon those beautiful bubbies.’ His tool jerked in anticipation of seeing her half naked.
She had never shown her body to any man, not even a Doctor. Yet here she was, ready to use her hand on a common sailor until he climaxed. All for the joy that she hoped to receive from the ivory dildo that lay on the table wrapped carefully in the cloth. She began to undo the intricate lacing that crossed the front of her dress, her fingers trembling, fumbling as she pulled the laces slowly open, Jenna feeling the dress pulling away from her breasts. She dare not gaze at the First Mate, already feeling her bosom becoming flushed in shame. She pulled the laces free, the top of the dress now hanging loose. She reached around back, feeling her breasts straining as they thrust out as if she were presenting them to the First Mate, unbuttoning the slender buttons down the back. She felt the cold, damp air in the barn on her naked skin and knew it would only be seconds before she would be half-naked for him. Her hands returned to the front of her dress, a quick glimpse at the First Mate catching his eyes pinned to her bosom. She closed her eyes, her hands sliding the tightly fitting dress down until it gathered around her waist. She waited, her chest rising and falling as she tried to fill her lungs with air. She heard nothing, not even a gasp from the First Mate. She opened her eyes, her eyes meeting the First Mates, watching as they lowered, Jenna's eyes following his to gaze at her naked breasts. She could feel her hard nipples throbbing, but when she saw them she was even surprised. Her nipples were twice their normal size, the light brown flesh like tiny pebbles, surrounded by her large areolas. Her labored breathing made her chest rise and fall almost erotically. She wanted so bad to touch her nipples, feeling the blood pulsating through the tips as though her heart was in them.
The First Mate couldn't contain his groan of lust at the sight of the fair maiden's heaving bosom. Such a delicious set of nipples perched high on her bubbies, licking his lips as though he was ready to nurse the swollen tips. He needed her to touch him or he would have to do it himself. “Take out my massive organ M'Lady. See the state you have put me in with the sight of your luscious body."
She reached over, cognitive of the way her breasts swung beneath her, the First Mate's eyes never leaving the naked flesh. Her hands were only inches from the massive bulge in his trousers, Jenna already able to discern his member by the touch of the dildo that it was cast from. She touched it, pulling her hand back, shocked that it moved beneath her fingertips. Her hands moved back, this time ready when it jerked in the confines of the tight trousers, her fingers already exploring it from the base all the way to the thick head outlined on his trousers.
The First Mate watched her touching him almost clinically, her delicate fingers running up and down the shaft of his jerking cock, exploring it for the first time. She finally began to open the buttons, her tiny fingers hardly able to open them, his member straining the material that strove to keep it contained. He finally felt the trousers pull away, her hands moving quickly inside his trousers, her timid behavior giving away to curiosity.
She could feel the heat of his organ beneath the thin shorts that tried to contain the pulsating member. Her fingers ran up and down the shaft again, this time touching the head, her fingers finding his wetness. Had he an orgasm already? Should she stop? She looked up at him, confused. But her hands never left the massive organ beneath her fingertips.
The First Mate saw her confused look, not understanding her confusion until he looked down, her index finger running over the wet spot on his shorts. “Just a little bit of juice that your fingers brought out. Do not worry M'Lady, there is more seed in my balls for you to extract. Continue.” He groaned as her fingers moved down, pushing aside his trousers so she could find his balls. He lifted up, giving her the room to cup his ball sack.
She had forgot all about the heavy balls like on the dildo, her hand sliding down, wanting to find and explore them. The First Mate was more than willing to help her, lifting up until she could slip her hands into his trousers and search out his balls. She was surprised, they weren't hard like the dildo or his weapon. Her hands encircled them, squeezing them until she could feel the strange balls floating around invisibly inside. She squeezed harder, the First Mate groaning, his butt rising up as if she were hurting him. �
�Am I doing it too hard?” Her hand stayed still while she waited for his response.
"It feels good M'Lady, almost too good. Take my member out, feel my hot flesh in your hand.” He couldn't wait much longer, needing to feel her soft hands on his naked tool.
She couldn't believe how aroused she was getting. She was just about to touch a strange man's tool and all she could feel was the wetness between her thighs, wishing the dildo was between her legs now. She reached into his shorts, the First Mate's hips rising up high, Jenna pushing his shorts and trousers down, her eyes glued to his member as it was slowly revealed. It was just like the dildo, only real flesh. Her fingers returned to touch it for the first time, the flesh hot, almost scalding her fingers, molding around the throbbing flesh, Jenna able to feel the blood pulsating through the thick member. Her fingers ran up the shaft, finding the three veins like the dildo, sliding up until they slowly ran around the thick ridge of the helmet, her finger nail making his member jerk in pleasure. She looked at the head, dark red almost purple. Her fingers moved to the small hole in the center, her fingernail exploring the tiny hole. She felt it jerk and then saw the shiny fluid shoot out, coating her finger with the hot fluid. She moved her finger, the sticky fluid moving, lubricating her finger. She rubbed her fingertip over the head again, wanting to coax more fluid from the jerking member. She smiled when it leaked again, proud that her touch could do such a thing. Her other hand slid down to find his balls, this time her hand finding the hot flesh, squeezing them carefully.
