by Mina Dorian
He liked her better with her guard down. He wanted to know more about her, but he’d feel strange blurting out questions. So he continued to eat in silence, enjoying the moment of closeness.
After eating two more slices of bread and an apple each he was done, and it appeared she was also. She handed him the tankard of ale. He drank, then gave it back to her and leant back against the headboard of the big bed. When she set the tankard on the table, he patted the mattress next to him. “Come and join me,” he said.
She smiled, and crawled across the bed towards him on all fours, her lush breasts spilling over the top of her corset. His cock reacted instantly, straining against his breeches. She smiled a wicked little smile. “Would you like to feed me some dessert, sir?” she asked innocently.
Wren’s brain went blank, but his cock must have nodded his assent because she reached for the fastening of his breeches, deftly unbuttoning him to set his shaft free.
She crept closer and took him into her mouth, licking around the top with a quick, soft tongue, then took him deeper until the head of his cock hit her throat. Her mouth was warm and wet against his rigid flesh and, when she swallowed, the movement of her throat drew Wren’s groan. He closed his eyes in delight, unable to think of anything but the pleasure she was giving him. Her low moans sent delightful vibrations through his shaft, and he realised she was enjoying herself too.
The woman began to move her mouth up and down in a slow, maddening rhythm that would drive him over the edge all too quickly. Her teeth grazed the sensitive head of his cock and his eyes flew open.
She was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. Her full red lips were closed tightly around him and her rosy cheeks sucked inward to create the perfect amount of pressure as she roved up and down his erect shaft. The combined pleasure of feeling her and seeing his cock disappear into her mouth then appear again swollen and slick with saliva almost made him come. She didn’t take her eyes off his face nor her mouth from his cock, but her eyes sparkled with mischievous pleasure when she popped her breasts entirely out of her strained corset and began to play with her hot pink nipples. Damn, she was good at this!
Wren groaned, wanting to close his eyes again in bliss, but unable to take them off her for even a second. She pulled on her nipples. They grew tight and she closed her eyes, moaning with pleasure.
When she took one hand from her breast to caress his balls and roll them around in their soft pouch, Wren couldn’t take it any more. He came long and hard, spurting hot semen into her mouth while she sucked and swallowed him down. His cock jerked as spasm after glorious spasm shook him and she moaned around him again.
He spent into her mouth for what felt like ages, feeling her throat working as she swallowed it all, licking every last drop from his shaft. She continued to suck and lick him greedily like a bear with a sweet tooth feasting on a honeycomb. When the last spasms of his orgasm finally subsided, Wren closed his eyes and rested his head against the headboard in tired contentment.
It took him quite some time to recover from the ground-shaking orgasm she had given him. The truth was, when the door creaked, he had to jerk his eyes open, almost afraid she had decided to leave him when there was no more fun to be had. But she was still there, kneeling on the bed still fully-dressed, except for those glorious full breasts, which were pressed impossibly upwards by her corset. Her head was turned towards the door and he followed her gaze, only to groan in disbelief when he saw both his brothers crowding into the room.
“Decided to have a little fun just by yourself?” Thomas growled. And Robert gave Wren a lewd grin that told him very clearly that there was no way in hell that Wren could keep the goods all to himself.
The wench looked back at him with a tentative smile that took in his now-flaccid cock and the way his sated body slumped against the headboard like a half-empty wineskin. Then she turned back to his brothers. “Come join us, sirs. There’s enough to go around,” she said.
Robert and Thomas were on the bed and on her in less than two seconds, with Robert leaning over her to kiss and nibble at her breasts while Thomas began to untie the fastenings of her blouse and skirt with deft, no longer tipsy movements. When the garments didn’t give way quickly enough, he lifted the woman and set her on her feet before him to get a better grip on her ties. She giggled and let him, obviously enjoying the attention.
Wren realised that his brothers must have slept off their intoxication fairly well, while he was waiting for the wench. He also realised that he was about to be left out of the fun, which was, of course, not to be tolerated. He rose from the bed and pushed away Thomas‘ eager hands at the woman’s waist.
Thomas resisted for a moment, then let Wren pull down her skirts, underskirts and knickers while he helped Robert strip her out of her blouse until she stood in nothing but her white stockings and rose-coloured corset, which complemented her silky white skin to perfection. Wren’s cock stirred again at the sight of her soft, creamy thighs and the triangle of dark red curls that crowned them.
Thomas grabbed the woman at the waist and sat her on the bed to unroll her left stocking and Wren followed suit with the right one. When she tried to unlace her corset, Thomas stopped her hands. “No,” he said. “Leave it on. It looks lovely with your breasts topping it.” He stroked the underside of her breasts admiringly and a blush spread over her face and upper body.
In silent coordination, the three of them took a step back from the bed to look at her. Her face was flushed, her red curls falling over her shoulders and resting on her ample breasts, which were pushed up by the top of her corset. Her nipples puckered lightly as gooseflesh rose on her arms. Her round white thighs were spread wide, as they had left them after taking off her stockings and Wren could see the moisture gathering in the hot pink, swollen folds of her sex. Beautiful, he thought, and licked his lips in anticipation of the delights still to come.
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About the Author
Mina Dorian lives and works in Berlin—one of the most beautiful places in the universe in summer and a real pain in winter. She is an avid reader who loves to escape to fictional worlds in both reading and writing.
Her real life alter ego holds a degree in English Literature and teaches literature and cultural studies to undergraduates. Her area of expertise and preferred reading material is Gothic fiction—from the historical variety with virgins in distress and dark abbeys to more recent stuff with cyborgs and sex with monsters.
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Mina loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.
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