by Pamela Prim
He drew her in close, and music seemed to fill her senses. The power of his well-built chest and arms gave her a sense of safety and protection. His breath was rich and sweet from the wine, and the muskiness of his expensive cologne made her head spin. She had to hold on to him tightly to stay upright.
“Doris…” His voice was a lustful growl and his keen eyes were aflame with desire. His hungry mouth closed over hers and their tongues met. The sensation sent a jolt all through her, making a strange feeling tug at her lower belly. A pleasurable throb began to pulse between her thighs. The heat of his breath made her dizzy, and her heart paced with the beating of his. She could feel his unbridled arousal, rising, throbbing, and pushing out at her. Doris closed her eyes, imagining what Fanny Firth would do.
Doris did a Fanny and reached down, her searching hand found the hard bulge over his pants. She heard his grunt of pleasure at her delicate touch. His hands caressed over her back and roamed freely from her neck to her buttocks. She let her inhibitions die and welcomed his touch, even craved for his caress, she wanted him so much. This was it, the turning point of her life and there was no way back. Doris had wasted her life long enough. She was going to make this a day to remember forever, even if it was just the one time she ever go to do this.
Her innocent fingers fumbled around his belt buckle as her heightened breath came in frantic and ragged gasps. He laughed softly and gave her a hand in undoing his belt and buttons. Rood’s erection rose to meet her, throbbing with more intensity than anything she had read of. She closed her eyes imagining what Fanny Firth would do. Grabbing the thick pulsing shaft with both hands, Doris drank into its pulsing heat, reveling at the passion filling her heart.
“Yes, Doris!” Rood groaned. “That bad boy is all yours tonight.”
She felt a chill as he skillfully undid her blouse and bra in one quick motion. His seemingly experienced hands were all over her bare upper body, sending electrical impulses throughout her being. He pulled away her skirt and took her wet panties off next, then had her lying down on the plush sofa in the terrace penthouse. He yanked off his tuxedo jacket, crisp white shirt and underwear all at once, and as naked as she was, he knelt down over her. His hands caressed her super-sensitive skin, making her whimper. She moaned and jerked up at the sensation of his hungry kisses on her erect nipples. Her eyes darted passionately down at his surging erection as he pushed her legs up and spread them apart.
“Oh, John…” Her eyes were wide with fright. “I’ve never been… I mean, I’m a virgin… go easy on me… please.”
“Doris, my darling.” Rood’s voice was a throaty rasp. “I must taste you... to make your hot pussy ready and wanting for my meatpole.”
“Oh, John!” She squealed as he pushed her slender thighs apart. “That’s Ervin Everett, from book two.”
“Yeah, he really gives Fanny the ramming she deserves.” Rood laughed. “Are you ready to get what she did?”
“Yes, John. Oh, yes!” She whimpered and bit her lower lip.
Her virgin pussy was open wide before a man’s leering eyes for the first time in her life. Rood’s salivating mouth inched ever closer making her heart pound harder against her chest. The anticipation of his mouth on her quivering vagina had her nerves more alive and on edge than ever before. She wet stiff and arched her back. Her hips pushed up by instinct to make her pussy rise to meet his descending face. His lips touched the rosy petals of her aching pussy. He sucked on them and then his snaking tongue slid along swollen labia lips. A shivering thrill wracked her body. Nerve endings came alive instantly, making her gasp out loud. His sharp teeth nibbled on her clitoris, sending a jerking shockwave all over her body. Her hands grasped his head, nails digging into his rich scalp and Doris cried out, releasing herself to the pleasures that she had willfully denied until then. Quivering waves of ecstasy blossomed all over her, making her lose control of her senses and babble incoherently.
Rood stuck a thick finger into her inflamed pussy lips, pushing against the flexible tension of her virginity. She cried out his name as his tongue twirled over her tender clitoris in indolent rings making her tremble with pleasure. She thrashed her head from side to side, wrapped up in a haze of gratifying sensations that she had never known before. An intense orgasm began to rise up within her, the kind she knew would eclipse whatever she had ever felt before all by herself reading those naughty yarns, yarns spun by the very man pleasuring her now.
“Oh, John.” Doris whimpered. “I can’t hold myself back any more… I’m going to… oh… oh… Oh, God!”
Rood grunted and intensified his efforts, setting her throbbing clit and quivering pussy aflame. She moaned loudly as mind numbing pleasure surged all over her. She grasped at the dense hair on his head tightly, her knuckles going white. Rood slipped one wet finger to her trembling butt hole and slowly inserted it in. Doris couldn’t control herself any longer and gave in to the release. She shrieked as her orgasm exploded in a shower of blossoming juices over Rood’s grinning face. Each shuddering eruption wracking her body made her see stars and galaxies. She shivered violently, yanking Rood’s hair as he kept slurping and kissing her swollen pussy and all over her trembling inner thighs. Her moans echoed around the private penthouse, she was lost in the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. And she wanted more.
“Oh, John…” She whispered amidst gasps. “I want you, John… I want to have you inside me… I need you to take me… now.”
“Doris, there’s nothing in this world that can stop me from doing that.” He smiled and kissed her navel.
His near foot long erection swayed over her, enticing her, reeling her in. She reached out for him, gently caressing his muscular legs and getting thrilled at the rippling strength in them. Her hands traced along his thick thighs to the base of his rock hard cock. She grasped it firmly and stroked it lovingly. His moans of pleasure gave her the encouragement she needed. Fanny Firth would be so proud of her now.
“Doris, my love.” Rood whispered sultrily. “I feel so privileged, you are a revelation… you’re my Fanny Firth come to life for me.”
“Oh, John… I love you so much.” She felt overwhelmed by the moment. She stretched her legs wide for him as the smoothness of his thick cockhead brushed against the opening of her virgin pussy. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and pulled his cock toward her. He grabbed her pliant hips and braced his knees, locking into position above her. Her mind did a few flips as the enormous penis pushed its way into her tight virgin hole. The defensive casing over her virginal opening stretched. Doris went stiff as the first pangs of pain lanced all through her. She fought her fears, quelled her panic, and determined her mind to go through with this as more pain lanced into her. She cried out as he pushed his thickness into her, one hard inch by one hard inch. Then he was all the way in and she gasped at the sensation of fullness she experienced. The intense throbbing of his cock inside had her belly and pussy doing the shimmy. The pain lessened and she enjoyed a pleasant warmth inside as she squeezed his erection with her overwhelming desire.
Suddenly her body relaxed and she convulsed violently as her second orgasm ripped through her. Her hands shivered, grasping at his thick chest hair. Her aching pussy constricted over his cock, clutching the hardness deep inside her. His hands were all over her feverish body, setting her on fire even as his voice soothed her with how much pleasure they were having. He groaned with each thrust of his hips against hers. Doris suddenly felt like she wanted this to last forever, praying for the moment to never end. She was even prepared to do everything he desired. Every single thing.
She savored every thrust driving him deeper into her as his firm groin slapped hard against her yielding buttocks. Waves of pleasure washed over her with every measured stroke. Rood knew exactly what he was doing, she couldn’t have asked for a more perfect lover for her first time out. He grabbed her left ankle and pushed her leg upright, stretching her wide. She felt his cock get driven deeper in that position and it sen
t her senses into overdrive. He kept each powerful thrust steady and she moved with his rhythm, almost as if they were dancing. Electrically charged impulses sparked within her as another orgasm began to rise.
“Oh, baby… oh, Doris” Rood panted as their tempo steadily rose. “Can you feel me deep inside you? Do you love that?”
“Oh, John!” She babbled in a lustful haze. “Yes! Oh, Yes!”
The thrill of another imminent release filled her with blissful anticipation. The musk of his cologne filled her senses, setting her mind on fire; she screamed and came for the third time. Her body wracked in shuddering waves. Rapturous overload had her sobbing and babbling with incoherent abandon. She shook and shivered, her body reacted as if innumerable shards of ice and embers of fire were rippling through her in tandem. Her heart pounded against her ears loud enough to drown all thought. She couldn’t see or hear anything but the lustful miasma of passion and release ruling her.
Rood gave a sudden groan, thick and agonizing, as he ground his hips against hers with more ferocity than before. His muscles tensed against her body and his breath got shorter. His thick cock slammed in and out more frantically and with each labored thrust his heavy balls thudded against her buttocks. It was a strange sensation each time that happened, but she loved it. Her body stiffened at the anticipation of his imminent release. She envisioned the way it was all described in the books as she gave in to her fourth orgasm of the night.
Then Rood jerked his head up, slamming his hips in hard. He went in deeper and his cock got thicker inside her. He grunted out loud and held her tight. She was left breathless by the force of his ejaculation as he released inside her. Explosive spurts of his hot juice blended with her own gratifying release. Doris felt euphoric, a sense of fulfillment swamped over her. She had done it; she had finally set herself free.
Time passed slowly as they lay entwined, naked, on the sofa of a private penthouse of a very public hotel. But neither of them gave any mind to that. For Doris, the meaning of her life had changed, for the better, and she was left wondering what else was there for her in this brave new world she was embarking on. A whole lot more, if Fanny Firth was to be believed. And Fanny’s creator was right there, with her in his arms and his mouth sucking on her tingling navel.
“Oh, John… this is the best day of my life.” She said when her mind settled down and she kissed his hand.
“Oh, no… it most certainly is not.” He shook his head and kissed her belly button again. “This is the first day of the best years of your life.”
“Oh, god!” She gasped as his tongue swirled around the sensitive cleft of her navel. “You… you mean, we can do this again.”
“And again and again…” His eyes burned into hers with lust.
“But the… the escort service…” She felt her heart racing again. “And what about this date…”
“It never happened.”
“I don’t understand, John.”
“The escort they sent was Jessica Laine, and the check will be made out for her.” Rood replied blandly. “You are not getting paid for this.”
“Oh, but then…” She suddenly felt lost and confused again.
“You’re not some companion for hire from any escort service.” He clambered up to face her and drew her lips close to his. “You’re Doris Weston, girlfriend and lover of acclaimed author John Rood.”
“I… I am?” Her lips brushed against his.
“Now and forever, my darling.”
“Now and forever.” Doris breathed wide eyed. She liked the sound of that very much.
Story 56
“There’s a full moon out tonight.” The young man in a sailor’s uniform whispered. “It’s going to make it all the more difficult.”
“That’s why we came to you, Bran.” One of the two young women crouching on the wharf close to the little jolly-boat whispered back. “My cousin Bella has to get on board that ship… she has to sail away to the eastern lands across the great ocean.”
“I’ll do anything for you, Tessie.” Bran took the short cloaked and hooded woman’s hand and shot a glance at her equally attired taller companion. “But your cousin looks a lot like the young lady Winchester.”
“I told you he would know.” Bella sighed. “And if he does so will…”
“Oh, I won’t tell anyone, Milady.” Bran crossed his heart. “But it’ll be near impossible to keep a lass as comely as you hidden away on a merchant ship for long.”
“If you love me truly, Bran…” Tessie said slowly, holding the young man’s hand. “Then you will keep her hidden and safe until you reach the eastern ports.”
“But why must she do this… surely one of the Imperial ships can take her east.”
“She’s on a surreptitious mission for her House and must travel discreetly…” Tessie said sadly. “…we trust you completely, Bran.”
“I don’t like it…” Bran shook his head and sighed. “…but I’ll do it for you, despite the risk of getting the flogging of my life were I to get caught.”
“You won’t, Bran.” Bella whispered with some assurance. “I will remain as a ghost onboard, unseen and unheard by all… except you.”
“You’re a brave girl to want to do this…” The portly sailor bit his lip, staring at the dark haired green eyed beauty. “…it’s a month long journey across the sea… on a ship full of rough and lonely men.”
“That’s why she needs you to protect her, my love.” The shorter woman smiled at her lover.
“Aye, Tessie.” Bran leaned over and kissed his plump blonde fiancée. “I’ll do my best.”
“I know you will.” She replied, almost inaudibly.
“All right then, get on the boat… there’s no one on the ship now… everyone is ashore drinking and whoring until we set sail at dawn.” The stocky sailor glanced around the darkened harbor. “It’s the best time to get you all hidden away in the ship’s wine cellar.”
“Will she be safe there?” Tessie asked with concern, touching his arm.
“Yes, very… only I, attendant to the master steward, have access to the wine cellar onboard.”
“Don’t worry about me, Tessie…” Bella hugged the family cook’s niece closely. “I can never thank you enough for what you’re doing for me…”
“Hush now, dear and be on your way, dawn is but a few hours away.”
“Goodbye, my friend.” Bella wiped a tear and took Bran’s hand to swiftly climb onto the bobbing boat.
The little boat rocked as she sat down facing the sailor. Moonlight gleamed off the water as he began to row the boat out into the sea, heading for the huge merchant ship anchored out in the cove. The lovely young brunette did not look back. It was a life she was glad to leave behind. She wasn’t meant for it, that she had known ever since she could think for herself.
The silence surrounding them, apart from the lapping sound of the water and the gentle splash of the oars, seemed to weigh down on her. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the salty sea air; this would be her home for a month or maybe more. She looked up at the thickset sailor on whose hands her survival depended on. He was staring right back at her, his brown eyes wide.
“I can’t thank you enough, Bran.” She whispered, leaning forward. “I have instructed Tessie to reward you when you get back to Winchester.”
“Hardly necessary, Milady.” The man almost blushed. “I am doing this for Tessie; she speaks very highly of you.”
“Nevertheless, you shall be rewarded.”
“As you wish, Milady.” Bran sighed deeply, overwhelmed by his proximity to such divine beauty for the first time in his twenty year old life. “If I may be so bold, why are you doing this?”
“Well, I suppose you have earned the right to know.” She smiled at him from under the hood. “My father, the Lord of the House Winchester and a member of the Imperial Council would be very disappointed with me. But then I have been very disappointed with him, especially with the way he had been making the decisi
ons for me all of my life. And now when I am finally of age, the worst decision he has ever made for me will be realized.”
“And that is?” He asked with interest.
“I never agreed to it, not when it was decided and not ever since.” She shook her head in dismay. “To be the wife of Prince Edmond Lancaster of Hampden, so that my father’s reputation would grow ever more.”
“Betrothed to the Prince…” Bran gasped. “Why most girls would die for such an hon…”
“The prince is as old as my father and I am unlike any other young woman my age.” Annabelle Hermione Winchester gritted her teeth. “And at eighteen, I find that most disagreeable, in fact I find the requirement to get married this young just as disagreeable. I have always longed to see the world and be free of the confines that society imposes on the women of my social standing.”
“But Milady, the sea is no place for a woman of your…”
