Lusty Historical Erotica Stories

by Tabitha Jonestown

  Gasping at the intrusion of my personal space, I looked at him incredulously and I couldn’t believe how easily he had led me into the trap. He walked around and held a riding crop which he summarily slapped against the palm of his hand. I jumped every time he did it thinking about what it would feel like striking against my bare skin.

  “You’re… you’re not going to use that on me.” I was frightened and shaking like a leaf, but he didn’t seem brutal or some kind of sadist.

  “That’s entirely up to you, Laurie. I teach the girls to be ready for just about anything. Don’t you even wonder why the reason I show you how to defend yourself? I wasn’t lying when I told your father that I didn’t like the way he treats you.” I heard the tearing of the material and I cringed with how excited I was by being disrobed in front of him.

  “What do you expect me to say? I’m not just going to give into your hungry determination for me.” The first snap of the riding crop left a lasting impression. The sting was hard to ignore, but I found myself arching my backside for a deeper connection.

  “It’s not your words that concern me. The body and the mind are always at odds.” He struck me again and this time I made a long drawn out moan.

  “God help me…that feels good. I didn’t know pain could be this delicious.” My breathing was ragged and it was a good thing I was trussed up like an animal. “I don’t know how to say this…do it again.” I barely had the words out of my mouth when he was making the riding crop whistle before contact.

  “It’s very rare when I find them this eager.” I could feel the warmth and then he was standing in front of me with his cock bulging obscenely. He let loose the buttons and revealed the product of my arousal.

  “I’ve never seen anything…anything…that big before. I would really love to show you my appreciation for everything you’ve done for me. I still have a lot to learn and I’m sure you are willing to give me some personal lessons.” He released the ropes and my legs gave out until I was on my knees.

  “I know from what you say this isn’t the first time you’ve done this. It makes me give quiet contemplation to what you have not done.” It was widely known a woman was supposed to remain pure until marriage. I had kept that promise not really believing that I would find somebody worthy to be with me in the Biblical sense.

  “I had to get creative to keep the guys from becoming too much to handle.” He wiped his cock glistening with his juices across my lips.

  “I would like a demonstration.” I opened my mouth and wrapped my tongue around the heated head of his member. The delicious nectar coating my tongue made me anxious to find the release switch to his libido.

  I gave him my undivided attention with my excitement trickling down the inside of my thighs. There was no denying the chemistry between us. I could justify going along with this because I was a captive. I felt like this was exactly where I had to be.

  Grabbing my hair, he force fed me those inches until I was choking on the final two. His knob was lodged in my throat and my eyes were welling up with the effort. He was sliding across the slippery surface of my tongue. I was falling underneath his spell and I didn’t know the reason why. Walking away and living a lie wasn’t an option.

  “This is exactly what I’m talking about. A man hasn’t lived a day in his life until he has been given this kind of pleasure. The way you do that makes it necessary to fill your mouth with my seed. Nod your head in compliance if you agree.” I looked up at him with my mouth full and I gave him the respect of nodding my head. There was no way that I could say anything while I was occupied in a pleasing task for all of my senses.

  His pace quickened along with his breathing and then I felt his knob swelling against the roof of my mouth. He had his hands twisted in my hair. My lips were given a workout. He was not like the others and I was definitely going to feel this in the morning.

  “Take it…don’t you dare spit it out…look up at me while you swallow it.” He gave off this mournful groan of satisfaction. Capturing his absence wasn’t hard with him holding me in place.

  Several quick streams filled my mouth and I had to remember to swallow before inviting more to take its place. There was a never ending supply and he must’ve been saving it for me.

  He thrust back and forth not even stopping while he was unloading. I couldn’t seem to get enough of the flavor of his ambrosia. It wasn’t sickeningly sweet but did have overtones of some kind of ripe fruit.

  He turned his back and I was left with a little bit dripping from the corner of my mouth. I was expecting to be dragged upstairs to where the bed was calling my name.

  “It seems like a waste to ruin you with a man who can’t truly appreciate what he has. I’m going to have to give this some serious thought.” His spent organ was once again nestled inside those pants. “I want you to come back tomorrow at this same time and don’t make me wait if you know what’s good for you.” He released me from the ropes and I was rubbing my wrists where they had been chafed raw.

  I was a little shocked by the command in his voice and how he could turn it on and off like a switch. My legs were weak at the knees and I could barely stand up from the orgasm he didn’t know I had from going down on him. It was a matter of concentration and it didn’t hurt that he tasted better with every shot he gave me.

  “I do want you to shower tonight. I do expect you to be clean and I will return the favor. Tonight, I want you to picture me naked grabbing my cock in front of your eyes. Anticipate what it will feel like to have the head followed by the rest of the shaft buried deep inside you. I don’t normally sample the merchandise, but for you, I will make the exception.” He opened the door and stood to the side while I made a hasty exit. I couldn’t believe what I had just done, but the proof was still clinging to my lower lip.

  I thought I was immune to a man’s charm, but it only took one to make me a believer. The power wasn’t just in the tone of his voice, but his eyes burned through me. I was positive the others could attest to the same thing, but we were forbidden to talk about what happened behind closed doors.

  Chapter Three

  The next day I was tending to the fields and I couldn’t help but do exactly what he said all night long. I tossed and turned with my hands between my legs to alleviate the frustration of not being with him. It was a restless night. The one thing keeping me going was the very idea of him fucking me until my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I didn’t make myself cum. I was worried he would somehow find out.

  Sarah stumbled into my line of vision and she was looking back over her shoulder like the devil himself was stalking her. She was rubbing the back of her dress and her cheeks were flush with what I could perceive as embarrassment.

  “He wants to…he wants to see you and I wouldn’t make him wait for any longer than necessary.” I dropped what I was doing. I gave her a backward glance on my way down the marked path to his residence.

  I stopped to pick some wildflowers and I purposely hung back hoping for the kind of discipline he could render.

  The door was already open and he was sitting in a chair with one leg draped over the other. This time there was no shirt and the riding crop was near his right hand. His fingers were tapping incessantly and there was no smile.

  “I sent Sarah to get you 10 minutes ago. It shows me that my work has only begun with you. Get in here and close the door behind you. Show me the respect of presenting yourself for punishment.” He clapped his hands loud enough to sound like thunder in my ears.

  I dropped to the floor with my head hung low and then I presented myself. I thought that I was elegance and freedom wrapped up in a pretty bow. I was learning the hard way submission was delicious in its own way.

  “I apologize for the lateness of my arrival. I was a little reluctant to look you in your piercing blue eyes. Weakness is not something I would equate myself with.” I was educated because I made it my mission to be more than what women were intended to be. The day would come when there would be a batt
le of the sexes.

  I was breaking ground for my gender and I felt like I was taking two steps back with him circling me like I was a sideshow attraction.

  “I’ve been thinking about you all night. I know you have been thinking about me. Follow me and don’t you dare get up on your feet.” I felt degraded by climbing the stairs on my hands and knees with the boards underneath me digging into my shins and palms.

  “I want you to tell me what to do.” He stopped halfway up the stairs and dropped his pants. His magnificent tool was ready for a repeat performance.

  “Go ahead and suck it with enthusiastic sloppiness. It’s the only lubrication you’re going to get.” He stood with his hands on his hips. His confidence wavered once my lips sealed shut over the crown of his scepter.

  “I almost forgot how hot your mouth can get and what kind of experience you can easily show any man. Girls could take a page from your book. You would be the perfect person to teach them how to make men dance to your tune.” I needed his love and I didn’t care how long it would take to get that one little taste.

  He buried it with ease in my throat and this time there was no gag reflex. I had practiced on a banana and a cucumber with varying degrees of success. He was as long as the banana, but not as thick as the cucumber.

  “This is the kind of abuse a man wants from a woman. A dainty little flower like you would be a sought after commodity by those looking for something unspoiled. I’m doing you a favor by taking away the glint in their eyes.” I was drooling all over him and then he pulled away still dripping from the heat of my mouth.

  I made my way down the hall behind him watching those globes and getting that extra boost of excitement.

  He was standing by the four poster bed and the sheets blood red in color looked quite inviting. With one hand, he peeled back the sheets like a magician offering an explanation to his sleight of hand.

  I was swallowing my pride, but I didn’t feel like I was doing anything wrong. In fact, it fell right to cling to his leg and climb up until I was situated in the comfortable position of straddling him. The lips of my sex scorched the head of his cock with a profound kiss of encouragement.

  “Stay in position for as long as you can. Your legs will get fatigued and soon gravity will do the rest. Don’t give up and I know the strength you have in your little finger. Make me work for it and don’t just give in because you feel that’s what I want you to do.” I was hunched down with my hands in the air and my thighs burning from the effort.

  “I’m trying, but it’s just a matter of time before I have to let go. It must give you a sick sense of accomplishment to have me in this position.” I didn’t know how it was possible, but somehow he had relieved me of my garments. Naked and ready to pursue the pleasures of the flesh was becoming my guilty pleasure.

  “I can see the sweat dripping off your brow and you have shown amazing fortitude. It’s something to be proud of and no man is capable of breaking you. Saying no isn’t a crime, but I don’t see the word coming out of your lips soon.” I was hanging by a thread and I was using everything in my being to prevent myself from falling on my sword.

  My legs were trembling and I was gritting my teeth with determination. My face was twitching and my eyes were wide with the implication of what would occur when I fell from my perch.

  I dropped with a scream from feeling the injection of beef. It burrowed through any kind of resistance and I found myself slapping my hands on his chest. It left behind my fingerprints burned into his flesh. He grunted his response and then he held me still while he thrust his hips from below.

  “Don’t stop… I want this all the time and how could I be so naïve to think this was a form of degradation.” I was following through with my body slamming up and down on top of him. I couldn’t believe how much I was soaking the sheets underneath us.

  There was no stopping the dam from bursting and I fell on top of him with his hands on my ass cheeks. I could feel his lightning and he could definitely feel the thunder of my sex rippling around him.

  My heart was skipping a beat and I was the lone drummer of my destiny. I had his number and I had definitely weakened his resolve by squeezing down with enough force for pop him like warm champagne.

  He turned me with my legs in the air over his shoulders. Our flesh was smacking together with an obscene sound. His breathing was heavy and erratic. I knew from personal experience with hand jobs and going down on a man this was a sure sign of orgasmic expulsion.

  “I don’t think so and you don’t deserve my cream inside that tight little body of yours. I’m not through playing your body like a musical instrument. I know what strings to pull to get the desired reaction out of you.” There was no denying the pleasing sensation of his shaft rubbing with a fair amount of friction along my slippery lips.

  He was slapping the over inflated cock head against my clit. Rubbing it in a circle, he left behind the residue of his excitement which he used to make me feel like I was flying. The sticky substance clung to my little friend and then he lifted me into his arms like I was a small child.

  Slamming me up against the wall, he rode the waves of pleasure in my eyes with his mouth stabbing his tongue in to join mine already there to receive him. This was a moment I was never going to forget. Losing my virginity to a man of his obvious age and experience is something that every woman should want for their first time. It shouldn’t be about those awkward glances and the fleeting feeling after only a few seconds in bliss.

  “I am continuously cumming and I didn’t even know that was possible. You have given me more than you imagine. I daresay that we belong together, but I don’t want to assume anything.” He wasn’t saying anything with words, but his actions sure the hell did say more than he probably wanted them to.

  I was trying to keep it together when I was falling apart. I had no energy and the little bit I did have was used to hold onto him for support. There was no stopping the feeling of losing myself in his eyes. It was hard to believe he had come into my life and turned my world upside down.

  “Fucking take it… I want that cock to be something that you can’t do without. I want you to carry my baby and to have my child out of wedlock. I know you can feel the way that I have gotten even harder than before.” He was like a machine born to fuck me until I passed out from exhaustion and overwhelming pleasure.

  “This cunt is yours and I feel like I’ve found my second half. The lessons I have received in manners don’t even compare to the way your hips thrust with relentless power.” I never thought going to reform school would give me a new lease on life.

  “I have stamina to burn and I know what a woman really wants. They want the protector and the lover all rolled up into one nice little package. I can’t seem to get enough of how you swallow me down to the root. It’s amazing the way your body responds to my touch and the feel of my cock plumbing your depths. There is no measure to how far you will fall when you step into this room of depravity.” I was going to be left with marks from the way he was pounding me into the wall.

  Walking funny was not out of the realm of possibility. He was able to set me free and playing with my heart was only destined to end badly. I was trying to understand his motivations. I was giving him all that I could muster under the circumstances. I was on the borderline of a pleasurable release, unlike anything I had felt before. His shaft was rubbing in the right way on each inward thrust.

  “I want you to…cum inside me and I’m not taking no for an answer.” Something in his eyes was making me feel like I was losing a part of myself.

  He was giving me everything he could until I couldn’t breathe. When I looked into his eyes I couldn’t find the man I had met the first time. The only thing left behind was the beast of his libido clamoring to get out.

  I pushed off against the wall and I wrapped my arms around his neck feeling how he was making me lose my mind. It was explosive and he was continually pushing me past the point of my endurance.

  “You
want it that badly and I’m inclined to give it to you.” The hours were growing shorter and I didn’t dare to open up my eyes in case this was a vivid dream.

  I was dazzled by the beauty of our bodies coming together in this surrender.

  His seed was pulled from his body and the look of satisfaction on his face was reward enough. I couldn’t afford to wait when my father was waiting for me in the next couple of days to take my rightful place as a mail order bride.

  This was even better than tasting him and the heat discharged was greedily accepted without reservation. Being with him made me feel like our love was a crime against nature. He had managed to pull me from the darkness and into the light. I didn’t know what would happen when he finally had to let go.