“We’re actually experimenting with these items,” The Duke revealed. “It’s not a sin to indulge ourselves with the pleasures of the flesh.”
“What do you want to try?” Nolan led me to the displays.
I was still too shy to express myself. “You choose,” I uttered excitedly, my body already burning with urgency. I wanted to try the saddle but I was unsure what it was, so I rejected the idea.
The Duke started kissing me, holding my face between his palms. He nuzzled my nose and then kissed its tip and then enclosed my lips with his own. His fresh- smelling breath and sweet saliva penetrating my own as I fought back with my own tongue. I slurped his tongue deep into my mouth and sucked it gently. His hands were busy shedding my clothing one by one.
I felt Nolan burying his head under my skirt, while he ripped my underwear with his mouth. It fell on the floor and I exhaled deeply as his tongue ran the length of my futz. He was crouched below me and the Duke, occupying the tight space between our bodies.
“Let me try this,” he held a silky material in his hand.
There was a tingle in my pussy as he flicked my pussy with the object. A keen sensual pleasure started to build up in my pubis. Nolan pulled my skirt down and exposed my constricted pussy. He went on teasing and caressing it with the object until I grabbed his head and directed it towards my clamoring slit. He cursed, and got rid of it as his tongue plowed through my pink petals. They then carried me towards the bed and lay me spread-eagled on it. I was completely naked and my body was one big ticking bomb. The Duke caressed and kissed me from the lips down to my breasts, while Nolan concentrated on venerating my pussy and the areas around it with his tongue and fingers. He sucked on the outer lips of my love pocket and shoved his tongue inside the narrow hole, while his thumb continuously flicked my clit.
My head was sashaying from side to side as my body soaked in the glorious vibrations that beset me. The Duke ran his tongue on my round, firm breast while he fondled the other breast with his fingers. His lips never left mine, making me catch my breath every now and then. The blistering, enchanting feelings inside my body continued to build up. They traversed from my erotic zones and spread tenaciously but surely to all my extremities until I felt all my muscles ready to burst. I stiffened as Nolan continued licking my love hole.
I groped for the Duke’s dick and massaged it lightly with my fingers, adjusting the pressure slowly. It grew to enormous proportions in no time at all. My hands faltered at times as their onslaught on my two mouths increased in intensity.
“You love this, dearie?” Nolan sucked on my clit for several minutes, going in gently and then more forcefully. He performed the action repeatedly, until my body jerked and I nibbled the Duke’s neck as I convulsed into a shuddering climax. I sighed and basked in it, knowing there was nothing sweeter and more pleasurable than sex.
It’s our turn,” Nolan turned me around, face down, and positioned himself below me. We were facing each other but I was on top of him and our bodies were both straightened - toe to toe. “Pleasure us,” he commanded.
Nolan’s big fudge sickle was poised at the opening of my willing pussy. He wiggled his hips and his conquering manhood slid in, inch by inch. When he couldn’t control himself any longer, he held my waist and lifted my body and then crashed it against his. His dick had difficulty entering my narrow opening and I had to rotate my hips to accommodate all of him. The movement triggered my G-spot and I was high once more. He raised my body and slammed it again into his muscular frame as our sex organs became locked to each other. He did it several times until our thighs were wet with sweat and love juices. The tension in my vagina had almost reached its maximum.
I sensed a hand fingering my anus, and pinching my buttocks. The impression was magnified with my anal stimulation. The Duke tongued my anal area and I was raving mad as he slipped his tongue inside it. I was ready to come. With his tongue’s fourth pass, a guttural moan ripped from my mouth. And when Nolan penetrated my pussy harder, my body gave in and my breathing constricted as I clawed on Nolan’s chest and bit him as I climaxed.
Before my body stopped thrashing, Nolan brought his dick before my face. “I would like you to suck me,” he politely entreated. “I haven’t climaxed yet.”
Impatient, I clutched his massive dick and enclosed its base with my fingers. I began massaging it, applying gentle pressure and a light touch. I lacked experience to give a good head but I was a voracious reader so I had learned that the penis is as sensitive as my own clit. My tongue welcomed the tip of his dick as it emerged from my fingers. I ran my tongue around its crown and sucked it, making tiny, suckling sounds with my mouth. While I was sucking him I played with his balls. His backed went rigid as I took his manhood all in and suckled it adoringly. Then I withdrew and ran my tongue along its shaft until it grew even bigger.
The Duke’s flesh tower was up again and was forcing its way through my pussy. I was awed at how promptly it was able to recover. I was half-kneeling relishing Nolan’s dick, when the Duke toyed with my brazenly exposed breasts once again. He seemed to bask in their honey softness.
When the Duke noticed that Nolan was close to his climax, he made me go on all fours and sniffed my pussy from behind. He then licked its opening and sucked the tiny protruding mound at the middle. It triggered a sensuous cascade of wonderful feelings that started from my clitoris to my feet and then back up to my head. The moment he stuck his enormous fire hose into my love pocket, I whimpered, semi-possessed with pleasure. He slid in, taking his time, and then he slowly slid out. He held on to the cheeks of my ass as he humped me from behind - in a kneeling position. Then when my tight pussy clutched his dick, he grumbled and increased his pace, digging deeply and humping more rapidly. The smack of his groin against my ass echoed inside the room as he went faster and faster. I pushed my pussy down to meet his merciless thrusts.
I hardly noticed Nolan spewing his viscid fluid all over my face as his semen jetted out from his dick in short spurts. The pungent odor was thick on my nose and I licked the tips of his dick as he trembled in the last throes of his climax. “God, that was great,” he tapped my cheeks, as his semen dripped before me.
“Are you cumming now?” The Duke asked hoarsely. “Say something, my dear,” he encouraged me, but I barely opened my mouth. I was a church-bell.
He humped me like there was no tomorrow until I was dazed with mindless passion and uttered curses under my breath. Mom had taught me to act like a proper lady and to avoid cursing but the slice of heaven I had experienced was just too extreme for words.
I was cumming too and I felt intricate pockets of delight started to accumulate in my pussy. Then a blinding flash of electricity coursed through my body and I convulsed as I squirted my love juices on the floor. The Duke was groaning violently too as he climaxed seconds after me. I grinded my ass against him as the electric pulses continued and my body was ravaged by erotic sensations that I had only experienced then. It was a momentous trip to Nirvana.
We lay there exhausted but blissful and completely sated.
“Why don’t you try the saddle,” the Duke tweaked my nipple as I lay between them. “It’s a unique ride,” he encouraged me. “I’ll ride with you,” he continued.
I stared at the contraption and it seemed beckoning to me. “I’ll do that next time,” I kissed him playfully on the lips, tasting my own juices from his mouth.
“You promise,” Nolan seconded; his other hand on the Duke’s nips.
“Yes, I promise.” I spread my thighs and placed each leg across their bodies. They instinctively fondled me. Nolan went for my love pocket, while the Duke went for my taut lemons. I’m sure we’ll take the tumble anytime soon. I smiled to myself.
I felt fulfilled, secure and happy as vestiges of my own unlucky past were obliterated from my mind. There was no sense in recalling the sad memories and crying over them.
I expected the night to be an unending journey of sexual delights and erotic pleasures. I had c
onquered the castle
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Story Nineteen
“Miranda, you should be studying,” her mother said.
Miranda sat in the parlor, looking at the crystal balls that were in there. She didn’t want to deal with that sort of crap right now. She was more interested in doing her own thing.
“No, I don’t want to,” she simply said to her mother.
Her mother paused, looking at her with a glare.
“Are you talking back to me?” she told her. She couldn’t believe that her daughter was doing this yet again.
“Maybe I am, Mom. What are you going to do about it? Bitch me out like last time?” she asked her mother. She was sick of this bitch trying to control everything that she did.
“Well, maybe if you studied or acted more proper, you would be able to find a fitting husband. I’m sick of you being a freeloading child here,” her mother replied.
She scoffed. Her mother didn’t seem to give a shit about her, other than marrying her off to some rich fucker. She wanted to do her own thing, and right now she was relaxing. Her mother needed to take a serious chill pill.
“What are you doing, Miranda? I thought you would go to your room by now?” her father said.
“Fuck you guys, I’m heading out,” she said to them.
“But you have to study for school!” her mother said.
“Whatever. I’m beating this place. You guys are so lame,” she told her parents.
They grew angry with her, but Miranda flipped them off, hiking her skirt up past her ankles as she headed on out. She was 21 years old, and she was sick of them telling her what to do.
She went out to the bar to get a couple of drinks, being merry with the other men there. She didn’t feel like she needed to be tied down to her parents. She was an adult, and she was sick of them ruining her time. She couldn’t believe that they still bothered her about that sort of thing. The one thing that she was looking forward to was going back and sleeping after she had a few drinks.
She drank a bit too much, stumbling back to her parents’ manor. When she got there, her mother was glaring at her.
“What are you doing?” she said.
“Fuck off, Mom. I’m heading to bed,” she told her.
“No, you have chores to do. Remember, you are to collect any other eggs and such at the end of the day. Plus, I thought you would tidy up your room. Why haven’t you done that yet?” she asked her.
Miranda was growing sick of her mother’s antics. She wanted to just live her own life, not one that was hampered by this crazy woman.
“Because, Mom, maybe I don’t want to do that shit. I’m an adult, and I’m not going to do it,” she demanded.
“But you’re supposed to do them in exchange for living here. You know that’s the agreement that we had. You’re an adult, and I can send you away at any time,” her mother admonished.
Miranda didn’t believe her. She knew that mother was a total pussy when it came to that sort of thing, and she doubted that her mother would even have the guts to send her off anywhere. Maybe to some military school, but even then they usually didn’t allow girls into there.
“I would like to see you try, Mother. But screw this noise, I’m going to bed,” she told her.
“You’re going to regret everything that you’ve been doing Miranda. I know that you’re an adult, but you’re going to learn your lesson the hard way, and I’m sure you’re not going to like it,” she told her daughter.
The only response her mother got from Miranda was Miranda flipping the bird to her. She was so tired of her mother holding her back. Her Dad would try to pull the same shit, but she would talk back to him and that should shut him up. She didn’t believe that her parents would even bother to do this sort of thing, rather she just assumed that they were doing this to intimidate her. It pissed her off, and she knew deep down that she wasn’t going to really get punished by them.
But little did she know, that her mother was already making plans with Duke Travis Willington. He was a Duke that lived nearby, a reclusive man who rarely got out, but he was looking for female companionship. He wanted a new maid to work for him, and she thought about sending her daughter to work for the man. That night, she went to her husband and sat at the table in the study, both of them pursed and worried.
“What do you suppose we do? She needs to learn some manners. Nobody is going to be interested in a woman who is like that,” he told her.
“Indeed. I think the Duke might be the best option. I’m sure that it was going to be a wakeup call for her, but she needs it. I’m sick of her treating the family like dirt, and I think it might be for the best,” she told him.
“Then let’s do it. Let me make the arrangements with the Duke, and we can send her immediately,” he said.
They agreed on this, both of them tacitly doing all of this behind Miranda’s back. Three days later, Miranda got back to the house, only to find a couple of suitcases stuffed in the doorway. She got closer, and she realized it was her things.
“What the hell is this?” she said.
She stepped inside, but that’s when she noticed the third figure in the sitting room. It was a man, about twenty year her senior with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. She blushed, immediately thinking about how cute he was. It was definitely something that she didn’t mind, and to a degree, she kind of enjoyed the way he looked at her with a dark glance.
“What the hell is this?” she asked her parents.
“We’re sending you off to work for Duke Travis here. He’s looking for a house maid, and we figured this would be perfect for you,” her mother said.
“But I don’t want to work as a stupid maid mother!” she cried out.
“I know you don’t, but you know what I don’t want to hear more of? You whining and being rude to us. We’re sick of it, and we warned you that we would take matters into our own hands if you didn’t knock it off. Now is the time, and you’re going to get it,” her mother said.
She was serious about this, and Miranda was already growing angry. Travis looked at her with a dark stare.
“I take it you’re not excited to work with me,” he said grimly.
“Bullshit, I’m sick of this crap,” she said.
“Well, you have no choice, Miranda. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two about manners once you work for him,” her father said.
Miranda wanted to fight this, but soon they pushed her out the door and into the carriage where Travis was. He just smiled, and Miranda partially wanted to punch him in the face, partially wanted to get to know him better. It bothered her how attractive he was, but at the same time, she was also pissed off about the situation she was in. As the carriage took off, she realized what was going on, and she also knew that at this point, she didn’t have a damn choice. She was stick with this Duke, and for how long she didn’t really know.
*****
When they got to the Duke’s place, he stepped out, still silence. She got out, pointing to the carriage where the suitcases were. His driver was already inside, but Travis just shrugged.
“Those are yours. You’re supposed to take them,” he said.
“That’s crap. I have other people take it for me,” she told him.
“I don’t care. Either take your crap or walk around my home naked,” he said.
When he said those words, a part of her felt the sting of it immediately, and she couldn’t help but find it kind of hurtful. But at the same time, even though she thought what this man had said was piggish, she didn’t mind the idea of walking around the house naked. Maybe that would help soften him up
. Or in some areas, harden him up.
“Whatever,” she said. She would try her tactics out later. She wanted to have this man take her, but at the same time, she wanted to keep things pretty tame for now.
When she got inside, he led her upstairs. There was a simple room, but on the bed was a uniform.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Your uniform. Get up at nine every single morning, and you can then start the chores. I know that you’ll be able to do so, or else I’ll punish you,” he said.
“Yeah right, like you would punish me,” she said.
He glared at her with a dark look, moving closer to her.
“Listen, you little cunt, do you think I’m joking? You’re going to learn some respect, even if I have to teach you it the hard way.” he said in a chilling tone.
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