40 Explicit Adult Stories

by Heather Hearts

  Bessella lifted her skirt. She pulled up past her knees. She balled the material in her fists and pulled higher. Her dress lifted past her thighs and she kept going. She heard Lord Ramsey’s breath come in harsh bursts. She thought there might be something wrong with him and she prayed that he would not die while she was alone with him. She paused with her dress still just under the curve of her protruding cheeks. She thought the very edge of moist lips might be showing below her hiked skirt. His breath caught behind her. She did not want to awaken his anger against her or her father. She pulled her dress up and over in a rush. She brought up past her waist and wondered if he wanted it further up.

  “Very good,” he breathed.

  She was glad he was pleased and rested her hands back on his desk as she had been ordered earlier. He walked up behind her and she waited to feel him take her like they were hidden in the woods. She wondered if he would be upset when she cried out like the other girls did for Thomas.

  Instead of his warm manhood against her sex, his hand came across the curve of her buttock with a sharp, expert impact. Pain raced up her flesh with the surprise of it and she cried out louder than she expected.

  “You liked that, did you?”

  Bessella did not answer, but drew air through her nose in heavy draws. He spanked her once in a downward motion on the other side that tossed her off balance flat on the desk. She cried out again and raised back up on her hands as before.

  Ramsey said, “I asked you a direct question. Would you rather I rose your father from his slumber to come see you in this state to answer for you?”

  “No, lord.”

  “What did you say to me?” He drove his open hand over her bare skin over and over on both sides with increasing speed and pressure. Her cries overlaid one another. A few times his hand struck near the middle jiggling both cheeks over the split of her flesh Twice a part of his hand or knuckle fairly grazed the crease of her sex either with the lingered touch of his hand or the quick swipe as it passed. The jolt of that touch was different than the pain of the spanking, but the waves of it passed further and deeper through her body. Even as she prayed for the punishment to stop, she hoped for the accidental touch a third time. He paused and said, “You will answer me correctly. Do you enjoy the touch of my discipline?”

  She heaved. “Yes, lord.”

  “Are you thankful for my touch?”

  “Yes, lord, yes.”

  He smacked her again with half the energy he had used before. It made her want him to spank her like before. She felt shame and excitement as she waited.

  Ramsey stepped away. “Steward?”

  The door opened behind her. She covered her face. She wanted to pull her dress back down, but she did not dare. She heard the other man’s voice and her heart pounded in her chest over the desk.

  “Yes, lord.”

  “Go retrieve the count, please. Bring him here with haste for me.”

  “Yes, lord.”

  The door closed. Ramsey stood behind her breathing hard and she remained bent over the desk.

  “So, Bessa, what will you do for me to have me spare you and your father?”

  “Anything, my lord.”

  “Anything?”

  “Yes, lord.”

  As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt his cool fingers on the hot flesh of her ass. She bit her lip to hold in the gasp. His fingers trailed down and found her wet lips. He trailed through the smooth crease of her slit down, back up, and down again. On the third pass he traveled up the split of her backside and touched the pucker of her ass between. She cried out like the girls in the woods. He chuckled and brought his fingers back down. He slid inside her and she moaned. She did not want him to stop, but she wondered if he would cease pushing in before he reached his elbow.

  He twisted his fingers inside her and she groaned. Ramsey pulled out and she sighed, but then he pinched her over the button where she enjoyed her own lightest touch. She screamed out and he pinched harder in response.

  The door opened and closed behind her. Lord Ramsey’s hand fell away and he stepped aside. Bessella heard another man laughing and she felt more embarrassed than before. She wondered how much of the dirty touch he had seen and how much of her cries he had heard.

  The new man spoke with an accent she did not recognize. It was in her language though. “Lord Ramsey, my, did I interrupt some discipline, sir?”

  “This creature chose to impose upon your evening,” Ramsey explained. “I’ve disciplined her thoroughly, but as this is your night and I am both your vassal and your friend, I thought you might want to inspect the work.”

  “Very kind of you, Ramsey,” he said.

  Bessella heard him walk toward her. She felt his breath on her cheeks and her sex. She took a deep breath and bit down on it. He must have had his face inches from her. She heard him breathe in more than once and came to realize he was sniffing her. She closed her eyes and shivered.

  He spoke with his face still close behind her. “Well done, but not finished.”

  “Would you care to help me?” Ramsey asked. “She has offered herself to our full mercy in anyway we desire, my lord.”

  “As any good servant should,” he said. “Have you tasted her?”

  Ramsey cleared his throat. “Count Hellor, it had not occurred to me to try.”

  Bessella felt and heard his lips connect and kiss the center of each, red cheek. She gasped. The man Ramsey had called Count Hellor said, “With any woman or just this young girl?”

  Ramsey stammered which Bessella found odd and frightening. Ramsey said, “I … ugh, some, I suppose, but not with a peasant.”

  “Ladies are fine and elegant,” Hellor said, “but they are stuffed up tight and have the position to say no. They all taste the same anyway.”

  “Is that so?” Ramsey asked as if they were discussing a piece of furniture or livestock.

  Hellor stuck his tongue into her sex and Bessella cried out. He spoke muffled into her backside. “Mostly.”

  Ramsey laughed. Hellor licked her up and down even up into her ass. Bessella felt the pleasure rising in her and her moans became more rhythmic.

  Hellor pulled away and smacked her on one ass cheek from behind. She jostled forward, but felt far more pleasure than pain. “Do you want another?”

  “Yes, lord.”

  He spanked her again. “More?”

  ***

  “Yes, lord.”

  He smacked her again harder. “More?”

  “Yes, lord. Please, lord.”

  “Help me, Ramsey.”

  They unleashed a series of open handed blows one after the other as if they were trying to outdo one another. When they relented, all three were breathing hard.

  “What is her name?” Hellor asked.

  “She is Bessella, the smith’s daughter. Her dirty, peasant friends call her Bessa or Bess.”

  “May I call you Bessa?” Count Hellor asked.

  “Yes, lord.”

  “What else may I do?” he asked.

  “Anything you like, my lord.”

  Hellor laughed. “Why is she still wearing that dress, Lord Ramsey?”

  “Remove your dress for Count Hellor.”

  Bessella reached back and pulled the dress up from her waist. As she passed the underside of her breasts, they came forward and then fell out free bobbing from the motion. She heard one of the men hum and she wondered if that was approval. She pulled the dress over her head and set it out on the desk gently. She put her hands back on the desk and stared at the dress beside her.

  A hand swung through her view and swept the dress to the floor and Bessella gasped. A hand closed in her hair and pulled her upright to look at the ceiling. She heard the count at her ear and felt his breath. She still had not seen him. “Don’t worry, dear. I will get you a closet full better than that one and as nice as the ones you peeked at in the ball room.”

  She breathed out. “Yes, lord.”

  He turned her around and she
saw his handsome visage. He was younger and thinner than Ramsey, but had the same dark hair. He kissed her neck and she turned her head up. When she moaned, he bent her back over the desk. She heard and saw Hellor’s clothes landing on the floor around her feet like her own dress.

  “Ramsey, your assistance, please.”

  His clothes fell to the floor as well.

  Before Ramsey was stripped, Bessella felt Hellor’s hands on her hips. She gasped, but then he slid smoothly inside her wetness. He went so deep, but then kept going. She lost her breath.

  He drilled into her over and over. As he became slick with her juices, he rammed her faster. She bit her lip and started backing into his thrusts. As his hips smacked into her, the spanking sound started again which excited her more.

  “Are you joining in here, Ramsey?”

  “I thought we would take turns,” Ramsey said.

  Bessella looked back at Ramsey’s shaft that was curved up with its stiffness. As Hellor drove his into her over and over Bessella licked her lips.

  Hellor said, “Nonsense, we are all friends here. Find a hole and wet your weapon.”

  “Any suggestions, Count Hellor,” Ramsey asked.

  Bessella took a deep breath and dared. “I can use my mouth on you, lord.”

  Hellor’s rhythm changed and then he pulled out leaving Bessella feeling like she was gaping open from his breadth. He took her by her hair a pulled her away from the desk. He grabbed a chair by the back and pulled it over close to the desk. Hellor dropped naked into it and pulled her head down to his manhood glistening from her own wetness.

  Hellor said, “Be my guest, Bessa, dear. See, Ramsey? Could you imagine Lady Hellen offering such a thing?”

  Ramsey walked up behind Bessella. “I do often actually.”

  “Take all of it,” Hellor ordered.

  ***

  Bessella pushed her lips over the head and already felt her jaw ache. The pressure of his hand on the back of her head encouraged her to slide down on it. She tasted what she assumed must have been her own flavor on him and she wondered if all women indeed tasted that way.

  Hellor said, “Use your lips to cover your teeth.”

  It took her a second, but she figured out what he meant and she complied.

  “More tongue.”

  She obeyed.

  He hit the back of her throat and she gagged. He started to pull out and she sucked in a wet breath over him, but then he thrust back in and gagged her again. He started using her mouth the way he had used her sex. She found the rhythm and relaxed her throat. He went deeper and moaned. She found air between his longer thrusts and started massaging him with her tongue.

  “You need to try this, Ramsey.”

  “Would love to, lord.”

  Hellor pulled at Bessella’s hair and worked her mouth up and down his length as he said, “Raise your back up for your lord … Higher. Arch your back, dear.”

  She felt Ramsey enter her from behind. He was as long as Hellor, but not as thick. With two men inside her and pumping away, she was lost in the sensations.

  Hellor pulled her face off of him and stood up from the chair. He pulled her off of Ramsey and over to a couch. He laid on his back and pulled her on top. He slid inside her and filled her up in a way Ramsey could not. She moaned with pleasure.

  “Get over here and try her mouth.”

  Hellor turned her head to the side and held her neck. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue when she saw Ramsey’s signature curve. Hellor slid her mouth over Ramsey’s manhood. As Ramsey pumped into her mouth, she found more freedom of movement without Hellor’s thickness. Ramsey enjoyed her effort and moaned.

  Hellor pulled her away from Ramsey as he thrust up into her from underneath. “Get behind her.

  Ramsey obeyed and climbed on the couch. “What now?”

  “Take the unoccupied hole.”

  “Really?”

  “Hurry. While you are still wet.”

  Bessella felt Ramsey press and slide into her ass. She screamed as she was stretched at both holes. She moaned in ways she had never heard from the girls in the woods. Her noises encouraged them to ram her harder. Soon, she wanted more.

  “So tight,” Ramsey moaned.

  “Join me in this hole to feel even tighter.”

  “What?”

  Bessella stared down at Hellor. He winked and licked her nipple. She gasped.

  Hellor said, “Come on. Two horses in the same stall. How often do you get this opportunity, Ramsey?”

  Ramsey pulled from her ass with a pop. She felt him press at her tightness around Hellor’s shaft. She didn’t think she could take it. Hellor’s thrusts pulled Ramsey in and then drove him home. She felt so stretched and her entire body throbbed. Her muscles pulsed and she exploded with pleasure.

  The men rubbed together as they slid around inside her. She thrust back and felt her breasts rocking into Hellor’s face and mouth over and over. Hellor pulled out leaving Ramsey to take her alone. She missed the stretch.

  Hellor held himself between her breasts and pressed them together. He thrust between them and she smiled at his creativity. She rocked her body to please them both.

  “I’m getting close,” Ramsey said.

  “Back to the desk,” Count Hellor ordered.

  Hellor lifted her under his arm and carried her back across the room. She felt strange and dirty. Bessella wrapped her hand around his hardness and worked him with her hand until he tossed her facedown on the desk.

  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. Bessella 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 Bessella’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?”