by Powerone
Lord Michael could make out the dark crease that split her white bottom, the mysterious place that hid her most intimate treasure. He was sure that she never even fathomed her bottom could be used sexually, but she would soon learn the pleasure she would bring him with the perverse act of sodomy. He would let her suffer the humiliation and the unknown, not knowing what he was doing or even contemplating. “Turn around.” His voice was demanding. He waited until she faced him. “Take off your nightgown. Let me see you naked in all of your splendor.” He saw the look of hesitation on her face. “Come on, or should I go and see if one of your daughters is more submissive to my demands?” Her demeanor changed instantly with the mention of her daughters.
She hated when he threatened the girls. It was bad enough what he was doing and going to do to her, never mind her innocent girls. She bent over slightly, her pendulous breasts swaying as she grasped the bottom of her nightgown. She drew it slowly up her legs, revealing her shapely legs to his eyes. She paused when it got to her thighs, his impatient cough signaling her obedience. She drew the nightgown up higher, feeling the cool air of the night blowing across her silky bush, tantalizing the tiny follicles with the slight breeze. She closed her eyes as the satiny gown slid over her breasts, teasing the swollen tips to even greater hardness, the gown sliding noisily over the crinkled tips. She pulled it over her head, throwing it on the bed into a useless heap, standing naked in front of Lord Michael. He had been hoping for this for twenty years and was now finally getting his wish. She let her legs spread slightly, the moisture dripping slowly from the petals of her sex. How could she become aroused by stripping naked in front of Lord Michael? What had her husband's death turned her into?
Lord Michael needed some relief. First he wanted to claim her mouth. He didn't worry about maintaining his steely erection, sure that Lady Charlotte would be able to bring him back to life numerous times tonight. “Kneel at my feet. I want you to worship my prick.” He stood up, slowly taking off his clothes stopping when he was only in his shorts, teasing as he slid his trousers off. His rigid prick pushed out the front of his undergarments, his fingers molding around the thick shaft as Lady Charlotte kneeled before him as though he were the King and she was his servant girl. His prick jerked in pleasure at her naked kneeling body, but more important her wet lips. Soon he would feel her warm mouth engulfing his prick, a dream of twenty years. He drew his undergarment down, his hand holding his prick out proudly.
There weren't many men she had seen naked before, never even fathoming one of them would be Lord Michael. His prick was so big, his fingers running over the thick shaft, the helmet of his prick almost purple, his juices glistening on the tip. She knew that she would have to take it in her mouth, wetting her lips with her tongue, the taste of Lord Bishop's seed still fresh in her head.
"Put these on.” Lord Michael took out a pair of black silk gloves, handing them to Lady Charlotte. He watched as she drew them up her arms until they almost reached her elbows. She clenched her fists, his cock jerking at the expectations of her first touch. “Excite me with your touch.” He sat back down, laying back, his legs spread wide for her, his heavy laden balls resting on the seat.
Lady Charlotte moved forward on her knees until she was between his muscular thighs. She rubbed her hands together, trying to get used to the feel of the gloves. They molded over her fingers and hands as if they were a second skin. One hand closed around the thick shaft, her fingers encircling the massive girth, her other gloved hand cradling his balls carefully as if afraid to hurt him. She began to roll her fingers around his ball sack, carefully seeking out the twin globes rolling around inside almost mysteriously. She felt his butt rise up from the chair, her hand tightening harder on his precious balls as if controlling him.
Lord Michael groaned loudly, his body shuddering in pleasure from the silky touch of her gloved hands on his prick. He jerked in pleasure as her hands cupped his precious balls, his ass rising up as she tightened the grip of her slender, gloved fingers. He had never felt such exquisite pleasure, the cool feel of silk tantalizing his hot flesh. Her fingers tightened on his shaft, her hand making a slow rub up and down his shaft. He groaned lustily as her fingers curled around his thick helmet, her fingers massaging just beneath the rim, her fingertip rubbing back and forth over the sensitive skin until his prick leaked his precious fluid. She gathered up the sticky fluid, Lord Michael watching as it soaked the silk, making the slippery glove slide easier along his shaft. Her fingers clutched tighter on his steely erection, gaining confidence as she stroked him with precision, her other hand guiding his butt by tightening on his vulnerable balls. He could barely contain his lust, afraid of cumming too soon before he had a chance to enjoy her mouth. He hissed through his teeth and drew in a deep breath, his sphincter tightening as he tried to contain the orgasm that threatened to race through his body. She teased him, her hand moving slowing down when he cried out in ecstasy, speeding up as his butt settled back down on the chair. His prick was denied the final touch that would drive the climax from his body by her expert fingers. His balls began to ache in lust.
Charlotte didn't know where it came from, one minute she was stroking his rigid prick, the next she was lost in the arousal that her hand had stimulated in Lord Michael. She had never performed such a sexual ritual with Henry, he would have climaxed too soon. But with Lord Michael, her hands seemed to know exactly when to slow up, when to move faster, when to clutch his precious balls, all without making him climax. She watched his face tighten in pleasure, hissing through clenched lips, her hand extracting the maximum amount of pleasure from him. It was though she had done this dozens of times to him. She felt his juices soak the tips of her gloves, the sticky fluid making the surface slick as her hands flew up and down his thick shaft, her fingers curling over the thick head to intimately inspect every ridge and bump with the tip of her fingers, her hand holding tight on the squirming flesh. Even his balls swelled beneath her touch, the flesh hot as she cradled them as softly as she would cradle a baby. She teased him for long minutes, Lord Michael finally no longer able to contain his lust, feeling his hands on the side of her head. She knew what he wanted. Her mouth, her hot mouth for the final climax. She had no choice even if she didn't want to, but she found a perverse thrill in the wanton act, wanting to see if she could control him with her mouth as well as she did with her hands. She wet her lips, opening her mouth wide as he forced her closer to his rigid prick, her hand holding it straight up.
It was not as he expected, finding his prick licked by her hot tongue, looking down to see Lady Charlotte holding his prick sideways so she could run her tongue down the full length of it. Lord Michael began to move her head up and down, letting her full tongue lather his prick into a sexual frenzy. His prick danced under her touch, her hot breath exciting it, her wet tongue leaving a trail of spit that cooled instantly in the room, sending shivers up his spine. He pushed his ass up higher, pushing down with her head until he felt the hot touch of her tongue on his balls. The hairy sack didn't bother her, her mouth lavishing such intense attention, her hand stroking his shaft with her gloved hand at the same time.
She choked from the errant hairs that entered her mouth, but it failed to dampen the wetness and the exquisite feelings between her thighs. It was the perverse pleasure of being made to service his prick as though she were a common tavern wench that thrilled her, kneeling submissively and forced to lick his prick. She felt his hands tighten on her head, knowing what he wanted. He wanted her mouth to engulf his prick. She opened her mouth wide, allowing him to guide her mouth over the head of his prick. She could feel it enter without even touching her lips. She began to close her lips around the thick shaft.
Lord Michael held his breath as he guided her head onto his shaft, slowly letting out his breath as her lips closed softly around his prick as though it were her quim, the soft silky lips engulfing the head of his prick in its soft folds. He released her head, feeling the soft sucking of her mouth on his pric
k. It sent chills through his body, the pulling on his shaft as her lips moved up and down on his rampant prick. Her cheeks were hollowed, the outline of the head of his prick pushing out one cheek, her green eyes staring up at him submissively. He had never seen such an erotic sight, not even in all of his dreams of Lady Charlotte.
Charlotte felt his prick grow in her mouth, the shaft thickening as she sucked the head deeper into her mouth. Her tongue rubbed back and forth over the tip until she was rewarded with his precious fluid, the thick salty taste filling her mouth. It was strange to be able to run her tongue all over his prick, inspecting it, feeling every ridge and bump, her hand having to hold it as it jerked and jumped in pleasure. She felt a power that she never felt before, in spite of the hands that held her mouth submissively over his prick. The hands began to get more urgent, pushing her head harder onto his rigid prick. He wanted to drive it deeper into her mouth, Charlotte afraid of how deep he wanted to shove it. Would he shove it in down her throat? She began to struggle, afraid it would choke her if he drove it too far into her mouth.
He wanted to plunge his prick further to feel the tightness of her throat. His hand pushed harder on her head, feeling her fight back. He heard her muffled cry as his prick banged hard against the back of her mouth, choking her, her eyes opening wide, shiny with tears. He watched her flushed face, her lips pulling on his prick as he buried over half of his rigid prick into her reluctant mouth. He could feel her tongue working feverishly to please him, but he wanted more. Even with the tightness of her mouth and lips, he wanted her throat.
Lord Michael was too powerful for her, her hands clutching his thighs tightly as his prick banged against the back of her mouth. She choked, her mouth opening wide as she gulped, his hips waiting patiently for just the right moment. She couldn't believe it, but her throat was impaled on the thick helmet of his prick, her tight throat spread wide to accept the unyielding flesh of his prick. Her eyes were opened wide, her fingers digging into his thigh muscles as her throat clenched uncontrollably on the rigid flesh that invaded her throat. She choked and gagged as Lord Michael's hands moved violently on her head, forcing her down until she felt his snake fill her throat. He held her there as he moaned lustily in pleasure.
Lord Michael had never felt such pleasure before, looking down at Lady Charlotte, tears running down her cheeks, her eyes opened wide, pleading with him for release, her fingers hurting as they dug into his thighs. “Suck hard on my prick and I will release it from your throat. I want to feel your tongue on my prick when I cum.” He hated to pull his prick from the tight confines of her throat, but he could no longer hold back the climax, wanting to watch as Lady Charlotte gobbled down his rich seed. He pulled his prick from her throat with a loud popping noise, her tongue instantly racing to replace the pleasure that her tight throat had afforded him, her lips racing up and down his shaft with a tightness he could barely fathom. Her fingers began a rhythmic clenching of his balls, milking the juices stored inside. “EEEEEEHHHH,” he bellowed loudly, sure the girls had heard him, unable to contain the lust as his balls spilled out his plentiful cum into her waiting mouth.
She worked so energetically on sucking his prick, filling her lungs with precious air when he pulled the head of his prick from her throat. Her mouth and tongue raced over his throbbing flesh, not caring any longer that her mouth would soon be filled with his spunk. She tugged on his balls, his butt rising up, his breathing frenzied as he neared climax. She sucked the thick head, her lips wrapped tightly just under the thick ridge, her tongue slapping back and forth over the tip until she heard him scream out in pleasure. Her hand held the spewing prick tightly, her cheeks ballooning as they filled with his hot spunk. She couldn't believe the amount of juices that filled her mouth. She swallowed once, gulping as the thick crème moved slowly down into her stomach, her mouth already receiving a second load of spunk, though not as plentiful. She gulped and sucked for long minutes as he came four times in her mouth, each time swallowing, her stomach gurgling as it filled with the thick hot fluid. His hands finally loosened on her head as his climax subsided, Charlotte not daring to move, her tongue still lavishing attention on his rapidly shrinking prick until she had cleansed it of his spunk. She finally spit out the limp flesh, her lips covered with the lipstick of his seed, Lord Michael leaning back in the chair.
No one had ever sucked his prick with such vigor and expertise. He looked down at Lady Charlotte, her lips glistening with his juices, her tongue licking them sensuously as though she were trying to taste every drop of his seed. “Let us get into bed. I don't want to leave you in such a state as you are now. My prick won't take long to get ready for you, only a few minutes of exploring your body and it will rise again to the occasion.
Lady Charlotte didn't hesitate, climbing into bed next to Lord Michael as if he were her husband, her hands resting on his limp prick, already feeling it begin to rise. She spread her legs when she felt Lord Michael's hands touching her, seeking out the petals of her flower. He found her wet and responsive. He took her that night as a husband would take his wife. Lady Charlotte woke to feel him curled behind her, his prick already hard, banging at the gates of her womanhood. She squirmed and rubbed against him until she felt it entering her, slowly impaling herself on his prick until he woke, a smile on his face as he felt the hot depths of her womanhood clenching on his steely erection. He took her for long minutes, Lady Charlotte using all of her muscles to grip his prick until he dumped his seed inside her, her orgasm falling quickly behind. She only hoped that he would be sated enough to not to take his lust out on Anna tomorrow.
CHAPTER 6
Anna's Punishment
It seemed that the day raced by, Anna preferring if school was never finished. She was to see Lord Michael in the library as soon as she got home. She had always associated the library with her father, going to it when she was younger, her father reading to her out of one of the hundreds of books that lined the bookcases. It would change today, Lord Michael to be punishing her in her father's library. She never told anyone about the way he had fondled her body while punishing her. Or the way she had responded to his unwelcome touch. She was afraid of herself as much as she feared Lord Michael.
And the strange noise she heard from her mother's bedroom last night. Even though it was down the other end of the hall, she could hear the screams of pleasure, from both Lord Michael and her mother. He had spent the night with her mother, Anna barely able to fathom the thought of her mother with another man. Or any man. The loud clang of the bell scared her, sitting upright in her chair, the room already beginning to empty, most of the students eager to go home. Anna rose slowly, the carriage already outside, Jenna waiting impatiently inside. They barely said a word on the way home.
"Good luck,” the only thing Jenna could say as Anna walked down to the library. Jenna felt bad for Anna, but she secretly was excited over the prospect of Lord Michael punishing her. Ever since that night with the First Mate and the way he dominated her, she dreamt of a strong man bending her to his will, forcing her to sexually service his every whim, the ivory dildo taking her as she masturbated as a man would do to claim his prize. Her mind began to think of ways she could elicit the wrath of Lord Michael.
Anna took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air as she stood trembling before the library door. She knocked, waiting, hoping that maybe Lord Michael wouldn't be there, taken away on urgent business. Suddenly there was a booming voice.
"Come in.” Lord Michael sat behind the desk, waiting patiently for Anna. While her mother had done everything to sap his sexual powers from him, the sight of Anna coming through the door stirred his prick to rise in his trousers. She was dressed in a light gray dress, a generous amount of cleavage revealed by the low cut. All of the women in the family had ample bosoms, something that Lord Michael loved. Nothing could be better than to have his prick snuggled tightly between twin breasts, pillowing them with the firm flesh. He saw the strained look on her face as she entered, enjoying
her fear. Her auburn hair hung far down her back, Lord Michael imagining only her hair covering her naked body. “Close the door behind you. I don't want us to be disturbed."
The door closed with such finality, the room looking different than she remembered it. The furniture all took on an ominous look, knowing that she could be forced over any of it, her backside positioned for punishment. She felt uneasiness between her legs, not sure what it was. “I can't tell you how sorry I am Master Michael,” hoping the word Master might make amends.
Lord Michael could see a change in her, trying to butter him up with her words. He only hoped that she would be just as submissive when he began to punish her. If she thought it would only be today, she was greatly mistaken. She would be visiting the library almost daily until she accepted the punishments with pleasure. He thought he felt the arousal in her last time, this time he would have more time to make sure that she relished the punishment as much as she would the pleasure he would give her. “Stand in front of me so I can see you.” He moved his chair to the side.
Her legs were trembling so much she could barely walk over to him. His legs were open, urging her to stand between them. She fought the urge to run away. But she knew it would only make the punishment more severe. She was willing to do anything to lessen the punishment. Almost anything or so she hoped. She stood in front of him, feeling strange as his eyes feasted on her body as a man would do. She looked down at his hands, large hands that had spanked her, reliving the feeling as they spanked hard on her almost naked haunches. And the way they gently caressed her afterwards, touching her intimately, hidden from the view of her father. That she feared as much as the physical punishment.
"Hold still,” his voice reassuring her at the same time his arms moved out to engulf her full hips. He pulled her closer to him, Anna almost falling as she shuffled forward. His hands held her hips, seeing the look on her face as she stayed still, making no move to stop him. He tested her further, one hand sliding around to cup one of her firm cheeks, feeling her tighten the muscles of her buttocks. He clenched the full cheek, his other hand snaking around to grasp the other cheek harshly. He watched her hips undulate as he clenched and unclenched on her cheeks. He released her cheeks. “Turn around.” She didn't hesitate, turning her back to him until he was presented with her luscious ass. His hands moved back up, this time touching her sensuously, not the hurried groping of minutes ago. He caressed the twin cheeks lovingly, exploring the firm flesh. Her cheeks tightened in response. “Don't clench that lovely ass Anna. Let me have my way with your lovely body."