FILLED By The Lusty Lords (Historical Smut With A Side Of Story)

by Diana Quippley

  Hellor brought her around and stuffed her mouth again. She sucked with passion as Ramsey entered her from behind. He started in her lips, but then slid up into her ass again. After a few pumps, he switched holes again.

  Ramsey groaned and thrust into her over the desk hard enough to lift her off the floor. She felt him swell and throb inside her. He pulled out and she felt two warm squirts strike her puckered ass between her cheeks.

  She moaned over Hellor’s shaft as he thrust into her mouth. He pulled his shaft from her willing mouth and sprayed his seed over her lips and face. She lapped with her tongue swallowing as much as she could catch. As he stroked, she felt Ramsey’s stickiness dripping down her legs from inside her. Rose licked and sucked the end of Hellor until he was soft in her mouth.

  Count Hellor dropped away from her finally. If the chair hadn’t happened to have been right behind him at that moment he would have fallen naked to the floor as opposed to dropping bare assed onto its soft upholstery.

  Lord Ramsey laughed and swiped upward at Rose’s right ass cheek filling the room with the smacking sound and jiggling her flesh. Hellor leaned up and swiped downward with his open palm giving a harder, louder smack on her left cheek. Ramsey repeated his spank sideways and Hellor responded in kind. They spanked her already reddened cheeks over and over. They took on slightly different speeds so that they were sometimes alternating with each other and at other moments spanking her cheeks simultaneously. She bit her lip and buried her face into her forearms over the desk to endure their punishment.

  Eventually they broke into laughter and relented their assault on her hot buttocks.

  “I am amazed, Lord Ramsey,” Count Hellor breathed. “Such talent you have brought to our midst. Would you deny me taking this girl for my own court and home pleasure?”

  Ramsey swallowed breaking his breathing pattern for a moment and then said, “You are my friend and lord. In this, as in all things, I deny you and our king nothing.”

  “What say you, girl?” Hellor called from the chair. “Would you come with me to be my servant and serve my pleasure far from this dark valley?”

  “Yes, lord.” She shivered from her spent energy and stinging backside as much as from the thought of being whisked away from her father and the only home she had ever known. She felt the urge to touch herself again at the thought of Count Hellor’s unique tastes and discipline.

  “What would you want now, dear?” Hellor said, “If I could give you anything in this moment, what is your desire?”

  She swallowed as she remained bent over the desk afraid to ask for what she really wanted. “Fruit, my lord.”

  Hellor narrowed his eyes at her. “Fruit, you say?”

  “Yes, lord, I want to try the fruits I saw on the tables in the ball room.”

  Count Hellor laughed. “As do I, dear. Ramsey, will you indulge us in this?”

  Ramsey turned. “Steward?”

  The door opened and the steward’s eyes immediately turned to the floor even though Rose’s raw ass and swollen sex were flared up for his view. She licked Count Hellor’s seed from her lips and enjoyed the taste. She wanted more.

  The steward said, “Yes, my lord?”

  “Bring me and my guests three droughts of wine,” Ramsey said.

  “Six,” Hellor corrected. Rose saw his shaft growing thick and stout again. She wondered and hoped that their session might not be finished. He caught her looking and smiled as he stroked himself for her. “It is a party after all.”

  “Six draughts,” Ramsey said. “And a platter stacked high with a generous selection of all the fruits. After that, we are not to be disturbed until I call you again.”

  “Yes, lord.”

  The door closed again and Hellor stood still massaging his growing thickness. “Yes, dear, we are going to have amazing adventures together.”

  Rose swallowed and smiled. “Yes, lord.”

  The End

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  Her Wanton Wish

  Anna was a shy, poverty-stricken girl of a lowly, forgettable bloodline. A good for nothing -- deemed useless by society. She always had been, and she she always would be. Relegated to the gutter... that would be her future. And despite her comely face and thin, attractive body, nobody much seemed to care for the girl. The attractive lass also had a wit to match her looks. A sharp-tongue and sharper mind. Though no one seemed to bother finding out. Born into the lowest class of society, her future had already been written for her at birth. A pretty face and enticing body wasn't going to change that. Or so she thought... But, there are some lusty men out there walking the cobblestone streets who would value a young, beautiful virgin woman regardless of the bloodline, so long as the panty-line was enticing!

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  At just nineteen years old, Anna was an uneducated, untrained wench by all indications. Though she was fond of reading fanciful tales in her free-time, these seemed to serve no purpose in the real world of her dreary existence.

  The untouched damsel would spend hours pouring over her fantastical books... of a rather lewd variety! Daydreaming about the handsome men and their wanton ways. Oh my, how she wished to be taken by such a fellow! To know what it was like for a true nobleman to fill her with his thick, southern shaft... ramming it deep and true into the ripe little treat between her legs!

  It wasn't much to ask for, was it? She certainly didn't seem to think so. The problem was, Anna seemed to forever be having trouble luring in such a man. A girl of such lowly birth... it seemed an impossible dream. They thought she was too this, or too that, or not enough this, or not enough that. Some even called her too dirty. As if that meant anything... No matter the reason, there always was one. That's what hurt youthful Anna the most. Having nobody to call her own and no real answer as to why... queen or peasant, she surely deserved a fellow, did she not?

  The girl took grand care of herself, as much as she could. With that long, dark, gorgeous hair of hers. Beautiful locks! Almost like those right out of a fairytale story. And that pale skin tone... Those pert, supple tits should have been enough to snag any man she yearned for. But, this was not to be so... There remained that damnable fact. The inescapable trait which scared away all noblemen.

  That is, until she met Lord Hugo...

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  It was supposed to be a quick, easy errand. Anna's father instructed her to deliver one of his products to a local shop. One of the rich buildings far across town. A place she loved to venture into and explore – knowing full well that she could never be a part of it. But, this short little run would give her imagination something else to focus on for a while. A chance to view the expensive shops and peer in at the untouchable products. Not to mention all those carriages with noblemen and noblewomen sitting inside, with their fancy clothes and elegant mannerisms. It was a treat unlike any other... and yet, a torture all the same. Poor Anna spent countless hours despairing over her plight
. But, what else could she do? Take a chance and venture out... and with that in mind, she put foot to cobblestone and headed off into the opulent section of the city – making sure to gussy up her feminine bits, on the off-chance some lord or prince might notice her, hah!

  Yeah, right...

  That was never going to happen, and she knew it. Men around there just didn't like her kind. It was dumb and stupid, but it was true. However, nonetheless, Anna resolved to stay resolute and hopeful – for at least a few hours, if she could help it.

  Her father said it would be a fast mission. A quick jaunt, a fast hand-off, and a hasty retreat! Nothing to worry or fret about. As if he needed to convince darling little Anna... the girl would do anything she could to set foot in the rich part of town! To see how the other side lived! What a dream it was. Nothing short of a fairytale story. So the girl tied together the parcel, packaging it neatly.

  “Now, be safe out there my dear sweet Anna!” Her father had said with a tone of sincerity.

  And with that, off she went.

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  The bell hanging atop the door jingled slightly as she pushed it open, making her way through the threshold. A sweet, aromatic scent greeted her nose. A kind of sugary heaven, as she would later describe it.

  Anna walked inside, noting the countless jars and bottles and containers of various honeys. That was the store, in fact. A honey shop – supposedly one of the best around. All home-made or imported from secret, special locations from all over the world. It looked quite fanciful, she thought. Some were bright yellows, while others were dark, golden browns, and still others somewhere in between. Sunlight shined in through the front windows, giving the entire store a wonderful appearance of sweetness and magic.

  She turned in circles, round and round, eyeing over the various wares – all so perfect and tantalizing. Her heart was bursting with excitement at the prospect of working in such a place. That pretty, sweet girl had never felt so overjoyed. She put a hand on her tight, toned belly and continued to walk rearward, still entranced by the countless shades of color all around. How delightful it was to witness all this! Her own stores had never had anything of the sort!

  “Oof!” Anna wheezed, just as she collided with something on her round backside, squishing against that sumptuous ass.

  Clumsy girl! She thought. The nervous virgin had been too fixated on the honey to remember to watch where she was going.

  “Oh do pardon me, miss... dreadfully sorry about that – I didn't know you would keep backing up,” said a manly voice to her rear.

  The strength and power of the voice immediately removed Anna from her fanciful state. There was such virility and charm to the sound. She could scarcely turn around out of fright and embarrassment. But, whatever she bumped into had felt incredibly sturdy and well muscled. It warranted a glimpse at least, didn't it?

  “Umm,” she said quietly, just beginning to spin her taut body to the side. “Sorry there.”

  And here, young Anna found herself face to chest as it were – with an imposing, athletic man. She could see his well-developed chest through the tight shirt, as her eyes ran out to peek at the bulging biceps and muscular forearms. Not to mention those boulder shoulders. The deep-voiced white gentleman was attractive, to say the least. Handsome and beefy. The kind of herculean physique Anna had always read about in her romance stories – only now, she was right in the presence of one.

  The bewildered woman's mouth drew open in shock, unable to speak or react. She simply felt her lip begin to quiver, as those flapping butterflies took flight in her sinking stomach.

  “No need to apologize, miss. It was really my fault. I should have said something,” the sexy stranger smiled.

  Then it appeared, at least to those with a trained eye, that the man took a quick look down at Anna's exposed cleavage. Those bountiful, inviting breasts quite befitting of a tempting lass. Her tight dress did wonderful things to enhance the appeal of them.

  “Well, I uh...” Anna sputtered, still awe-struck by his perfection.

  “Might I help you with anything?” He asked at last, breaking the silence with that honey voice of his.

  “H-h-help me?” She blathered, completely forgetting where she was or why she had arrived.

  “Yes, are you looking for some honey today?”

  “Oh...” the nervous girl nodded – only just now beginning to recall her mission. “Yes, umm I'm not sure if you could... I'm here to deliver a parcel?”

  She phrased it as a question, as if unsure this hulking figure with a smile hot enough to melt steel could actually be employed in such a place.

  “The package! Of course!” The man shouted. “Yes, of course! I've been on the lookout for just the thing. But... I could not fathom that they would send anyone so attractive to step through my door.”

  The compliment about buckled Anna at her knees. Attractive?! Her? Was this lad a little drunk? Those creamy, comely cheeks of hers began to burn with heat as she spun slightly to the side in a shy gesture.

  “Well,” she said after a brief pause, “here I am! I mean, if you're still wanting it delivered...”

  “Yes, of course! It looks like you know your way around the shop already,” the man laughed, poking fun at her clumsy bump.

  The young girl rubbed the back of her neck, smiling on one side of her mouth. “Yeah... terribly sorry about that again. I hope nothing is broken!”

  “Think nothing of it, my dear!” He grinned, once again peering down at her breast and belly – the two large, feminine spheres of sensuality, and the inviting, tight tummy... a true woman's body. How shapely her figure was... The lovely dress hanging on for dear life, exposing each and every contour of that succulent figure. “My name is Lord Hugo. I own this place. Pleasure to meet you...”

  Hugo held onto the end of his word, letting it drag out as he extended a hand to shake.

  “Oh, right!” Anna giggled. “My name is Miss Anna. I love your store! It looks so beautiful!” She gushed.

  And here she felt his strong hand, like a warm vice, grasping her own dainty palm. There was an immediate surge of sexual energy coursing through her body – as if the slightest touch from the burly Hugo had triggered her most innate and taboo desires – the awakening of her sexuality!

  The man had a bit of stubble lining his chin and cheeks, all up along the jawline. Quite a virile appearance. He looked like anything but the owner of a honey store... Anna thought he should be modeling for greek statues or posing for expensive paintings. She couldn't help but wonder what lurked beneath his shirt... hopefully a rippled stomach and chiselled abs to match the sight of his robust chest.

  “Any problems?” Hugo asked.

  “What!” Anna blurted, still thinking her dirty thoughts. Problems with what? Touching a rock-hard chest like that?!

  “I've not seen you in here before, have I?” He questioned the pretty lass.

  “No... No, I don't believe so.”

  “Would you like to have a little tour? Sample the wares?” Lord Hugo offered with a nod.

  “Oh, certainly! Are you sure though?” Anna sputtered, taken aback by the Lord's invitation.

  “But, of course!” He replied. “Have you had any experience?”

  “What!?” She hollered again, her mind sinking back to those depraved thoughts of lust and lewdness..

  The handsome fellow laughed quietly, putting a heavy hand on her shoulder. “I mean, have you worked with honey? Or would this be your first time?”

  Oh my... there went her knees again! The sensation of his warm skin on her cool shoulder was enough cause for an orgasm in itself! Anna about whimpered at the touch, nearly drooling. She breathed in deeply, causing those impressive boobs to raise and lower in a rather sensuous fashion. Hugo certainly took note of them – and strangely, he smiled afterward as if acknowledging their endless temptation.

  “Oh, uh... No, no I haven't, sorry... but I have worked in a store before!” Anna mumbled, trying to catch
her breath. She desperately wanted the Lord's approval! That much was certain – with every fiber of her being, the star-struck damsel wished to be hired right on the spot, and fall directly into the arms of this beefcake proprietor!

  “That's ok,” Hugo replied. “I don't mind teaching – if you're willing.”

  The words were fairly innocent in themselves; yet Anna felt a heavy undertone of innuendo in the tone of his voice. As if he were hinting at something entirely more salacious and sordid than a jar of sticky honey. Perhaps he had another sticky substance on his mind – all the while staring down at the horny woman's ripe, tasty body. He would smile now and then, making sure to scan the entirety of her figure... and what was even more arousing, is that he seemed to want Anna to know of his visual undressing.