by Powerone
Lord Michael couldn't believe how tight she was. Her anal passage felt like it was sucking his finger in deeper and deeper, her muscles rippling up and down his fingers until his finger was buried deep into her bowels. He found her clitoris, teasing the harden bud until she came under his fingers, flooding his hands with her juices. He forced a second orgasm from her body without too much trouble, Anna finally retreating from reality, her body going limp as she fainted in pleasure. He never had a girl do that to him before. He knew he wouldn't make it until tonight with Lady Charlotte to get relief, his balls aching for release. Anna would have to provide the relief he needed now. With her fainting, it was easy to arrange her for his pleasure.
Her head was dizzy as her eyes gradually opened. She felt pressure on her stomach. It suddenly came back to her at what had happened, but when her vision cleared it was not like before. She found herself on the desk, looking down to see her breasts naked in the bright lights. But that was not all that she saw. Sitting on her stomach was Lord Michael. Naked. Her mind took in the large prick that stood up so proudly in his hand, Anna never seeing such a massive thing before. It stood out at least nine inches, a thick helmet on the end, a dark red, an almost purple ridge running under the thick rim. The shaft was covered with blue veins that pulsated with blood. Beneath the massive prick sat a heavy ball sack on her stomach, the flesh so hot it threatened to burn her.
Lord Michael stripped off the rest of her clothes, carrying her naked body over to the desk, throwing the things on it hastily to the floor. He spread her out, his gaze drinking in the beauty of her young, naked body. He took his steely erection in his hand, his fingers tightly gripping the shaft as he ran it up and down in masturbatory pleasure. She began to stir so he climbed on the desk, sitting high above her stomach, his balls dragging sensuously along her silky, naked skin, careful to not apply to much weight to her delicate body. He was stroking his prick when her eyes opened, watching the shocked look on her face as she gazed at his rigid member, his hand masturbating it as it grew thicker. “Glad you are back with me. Just some unfinished business.” He scooted forward until his prick was between her breasts. They were firm and springy beneath him, twin pillows to cushion his prick. “I'm going to fuck your titties,” he boldly exclaimed. He leaned down until his prick was between her generous cleavage. “Clasp your lovely spheres around my prick. Hold them tight.” He saw her hesitate. “Or would you rather I take your maidenhood?"
She had no choice, her hands gripping her breasts, pillowing them around the hot flesh. She saw him smile when she pressed her firm flesh around his shaft, her hands molding them around his prick. She wasn't sure what he would do, though she had a good guess. He began to rock his hips, but not before he spit on his prick, his finger wetting his shaft, Anna feeling his wet prick slide easily between her billowing breasts. She shuddered when she felt the thick rim around the head of his prick rub so sensuously over her trapped nipples, the tips springing to erection from the unexpected touch. His hips became more urgent, his heavy ball sack rubbing back and forth over her silky skin. He was masturbating between her breasts, her hands aiding him by keeping her breasts tight around his flesh. She looked down, the thick head sliding out from her cleavage to pass within inches of her mouth, the tiny hole in the end looked like an eye staring at her. He was taking full strokes between her breasts, his prick pushing farther out her cleavage, then back in until she felt the thick head snuggled deep into her flesh, rubbing back and forth over her swollen nipples.
Lord Michael wouldn't last long, Anna submissively tightening her breasts like a warm blanket around his prick, his balls tingling as they caressed her satiny skin. He could feel his prick growing, her hot breath blowing on the head as it peaked out of her cleavage making it shudder in pleasure. It wouldn't be long before he taught her to take his prick in her mouth, just like her mother had been taught. First she still had to learn to relish the punishment as much as the pleasure. “Keep your eyes open. Watch me as I cum on your face.” He couldn't wait to splatter his hot seed all over her delicate face.
She couldn't do anything but keep her breasts tight around his prick, hoping that it would be over soon. His hips became more urgent, his moaning louder as he neared culmination. She didn't know what to expect, Lord Michael bellowing loudly as he shoved his prick deeply through her cleavage. She watched the end of his prick, the tiny hole suddenly opening up, a splatter of hot fluid burning her skin as it landed on her nose and forehead, sitting heavily on her skin. He was pumping harder, a second load of his seed shooting out, Anna closing her eyes, afraid of his seed landing in them. She felt the next load of his seed hit her lips, her mouth partially open, some of the thick, hot seed slipping into her mouth. She inadvertently licked her lips in reaction, the salty, thick seed filling her mouth with the foul taste, no amount of swallowing could rid it from her taste buds. One more time he shot out his seed, this time Anna prepared, her lips clenched tightly together, the seed dripping down her neck.
He came all over her face, his prick twitching and jerking as his hot cum dripped slowly down her face, her features crunched up as a second load of cum hit her on her mouth, his prick jerking in pleasure as her tongue licked it from her lips as though she relished his seed. Her face was scrunched up as he shot a third load of cum on her, his balls finally emptied, his prick slowly shrinking, her hands still holding it pinned between her ample flesh. “You did well Anna,” getting off of her, slowly putting on his clothes. He watched as she made no attempt to clean the cum from her face, dressing quickly to get out and clean up, not wanting to touch it with her hands.
She was almost to the door when she heard his voice.
"Tomorrow at the same time. I'm not finished with you yet. You will again receive the pleasure. But you must suffer the pain first.” He sat in the desk, sipping his glass of brandy, his thoughts already going to what he would do to Lady Charlotte tonight.
Jenna hid behind the corner of the hallway, her hands still under her dress, rubbing her cunt slowly, the orgasm fading fast from her body. Her imagination had run rampant while masturbating, the sounds of pleasure from Anna and Lord Michael behind the closed door fueling the fire. She saw tears on Anna's cheeks as she ran by, Anna not noticing Jenna, crying softly. She saw one tear fall on the floor, strange that it was so big and thick. Jenna moved out of hiding cautiously, bending down, her finger scooping up the thick fluid. It wasn't a tear. She had seen it before. The night with the First Mate. Again she repeated the same gesture, her finger sliding between her lips, her tongue lapping at the thick, salty fluid with vigor. Lord Michael's seed.
CHAPTER 7
Lady Charlotte finds herself Bound
"Are you all right Anna?” Charlotte worried about Anna more than Jenna.
"Yes Mother,” Anna bravely answering.
"Did he punish you?” Anna didn't seem to be that upset over the whole thing. Maybe Lord Michael was just testing her to see if she would be obedient. Charlotte could tell that Lord Michael liked his women submissive.
"Yes,” Anna's head hung down, not wanting to look in her mother's eyes, ashamed at the way she had responded to the punishment.
"Well, at least it's over,” Charlotte hoping that she could contain Lord Michael's lust, keeping him away from her daughters.
"Not quite,” Anna paused. “I am to see him after school tomorrow.” But she quickly added. “It'll be all right mother. It's not that bad.” She was ashamed at the pleasure she had received, the orgasm that raced through her body surprising her. And she wanted it again, not even caring if she had to endure the punishment first. As long as she received the pleasure. Even the humiliation washed over her.
Charlotte thought it was strange the way Anna was acting, but was afraid to say anything. She risked angering Lord Michael if she tried to stop Anna from seeing him. “If you're sure. You're a grown woman now Anna. It's good to see you've become a responsible adult.” She let the conversation go at that, dinner was almost ready. Lord
Michael was still in the house, Charlotte expected him to spend the night again. In fact she had dressed a bit provocatively for him, her deep cleavage naked, the gold cross hanging between her breasts would draw his eyes instantly. Charlotte had to think of her own life and that of her daughters. Lord Michael controlled their money so Charlotte would have to use her feminine guile to seduce him into generosity.
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Lord Michael looked at all the lovely female flesh around the table, his eyes not missing the naked cleavage that Lady Charlotte was affording him, the dress leaving little to the imagination. He had seen many like her, trying to seduce him, but he had other plans. He would train her instead.
It was strange, but Lord Michael was talking to them, even asking the girls about school as if he were their father. It was a side of him that she didn't know. Maybe she had the wrong impression of him for too many years. Even the girls seemed to enjoy talking to him, Anna talking as if she wasn't even punished this afternoon. And Jenna was her usual bubbly self, even more so. She was going to be a dangerous woman, seeing a bit of herself in Jenna. Lady Charlotte thought that dinner went very well. She even began to look forward to later on. Lord Michael had given her an orgasm that she had only been able to achieve by herself, a more explosive orgasm than her own fingers had ever incited. The girls went to their rooms, leaving Charlotte in the library with Lord Michael, a long cigar for him and brandies for the both of them.
"You've brought your girls up very well Lady Charlotte. They are very obedient and polite. Just as you are.” His prick already began to stir as he watched her.
"Thank you Lord Michael. The girls can be a bit obstinate at times. They are still young and learning their place in life. I hope you will take that into account."
"That is why it is important to keep a firm rein on them. Any misbehavior must be dealt with a firm hand.” And his hand on the plump bottom of a young girl was very firm in punishing the errant behavior. And much more that Lady Charlotte would soon learn.
"Yes, that is true, but I hope that you don't carry it too far. Anna said you were going to punish her again tomorrow. Don't you think that she has already been severely reprimanded enough for her insolent behavior?” As soon as she said it she knew she had gone too far.
Michael remained calm, in spite of her intrusion. “I wouldn't do anything that the girls don't think is appropriate. Anna knows she was wrong and is willing to make amends for her inappropriate behavior.” He let the conversation stop, making sure that Lady Charlotte realized from the look on his face that he was the person in control. “Now why don't you go upstairs and get ready for bed. I'm going to spend the night again in your bed and enjoy your feminine charms.” He dismissed her abruptly, to finish his brandy, his hand casually in his lap rubbing his erect prick.
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Lady Charlotte had not dared to imagine such a thing, but it was without a doubt utmost in Lord Michael's mind. He walked into the room, his hands full of various items. All of them meant to bind a person. A long length of stout rope, curled in a circle was the most prominent. His other hand held a birch rod, Charlotte not seeing such a thing since grade school, the Headmistress using it with impunity to punish Charlotte for her misdeeds. Charlotte's mind couldn't even wrap around the others, her thoughts racing, her libido incensed. She stood in front of Lord Michael, her half naked body clad only in a diaphanous chemise that highlighted her sensual shape. “What are those for?” Her eyes opened wide as she tried to fathom the bizarre scene unfolding in front of her. Lord Michael was punishing Anna, would he now do the same to her? But she was not a young girl that had overstepped her bounds, she was a woman. Was there a sinister side of Lord Michael that she didn't know about? She had always heard the stories of flagellation in the ranks of high society, but she always considered them just stories.
Lord Michael's prick rose up thicker as his eyes took in the beauty of Lady Charlotte. The provocative chemise teased his eyes, her sharp rosebud tips pushed out the front. Her full hips pulled the bottoms tight, Michael able to discern the fleece of hair snuggled tightly by the front of the chemise. It was as though he was looking at her for the first time again, her body never failing to excite him. “I am going to teach you the delights of bondage Lady Charlotte.” It wasn't a question, but a demand for her obedience. He saw her lips beginning to protest, quickly interjecting. “Stand over there,” pointing to a spot beneath the doorway. The curved scrolls on the top of the sill would provide the necessary anchorage for the ropes, Lord Michael wanting her body exposed from the front and back.
She didn't even know how her legs got her over there, but she stood in the doorway, the wetness between her trembling thighs disturbing her. Why did her body get excited by his perverse demand? She didn't move as Lord Michael moved close to her, putting everything down except for the rope and a small knife in his other hand, his fingers curled around the shaft, the blade gleaming. It was as though she were hypnotized, watching Lord Michael as if it were happening to someone else. He cut off small lengths of rope before he put the knife down. She felt his hand taking one of her wrists, Charlotte looking down through glazed eyes as he wound the thick, rough rope around her slender wrist, biting her lip as he pulled it tight, the rope digging deeply into her tender skin. She even helped him, by raising her arm up until he threaded the rope through the scroll in the woodwork, the simplicity of the strange bondage enthralling her. She watched him move to her other side, Charlotte staring up at her bound wrist, tugging at the rope, the harsh hemp digging into her wrist. She felt a rush between her legs as the feeling of helplessness swept through her body. The scene was repeated on the other side, Charlotte not protesting the actions, feeling her breasts rising up high on her chest as she found both of her arms thrust up high over her head, pinned tightly to the wooden frame. She never felt as helpless as she did now, tugging on the ropes uselessly until she tired. She looked at Lord Michael, his eyes staring at her.
She didn't even put up a fight, in fact she seemed almost too agreeable, lifting her arms so he could secure them. He stepped back as her eyes wandered back and forth between her bound wrists, trying to fathom her situation. He had seen it often the first time, not believing the situation until it fully unraveled, too late by then to do anything but submit. She was staring back at him, biting her quivering lip. His hand slipped beneath her chin, raising up her mouth to his, his mouth pressing against her silky lips, finding her quite responsive, her mouth opening to allow his tongue to seek out the hot depths. He pushed his hips forward until his thick erection pressed against her belly, his hand sliding around to cup one of her luscious cheeks, holding her pinned against him. His hips moved from side to side slowly, his prick savoring the soft touch of her body, jerking in the throes of ecstasy at the feel of her body. His other hand slid up her body until it found the soft underside of one firm tit, his large hand engulfing the firm flesh, grasping it tightly.
Lord Michael was humping her sensuously, his prick rubbing back and forth over her slit, sending such delicious tremors throughout her body. His mouth and hands took such liberties with her bound body, ravishing her with impunity. Charlotte could do little to protest, even if she wanted to. Which she didn't, Lord Michael exciting her more than she cared to admit. She didn't want him to stop, unless he desired to send his tool inside her hot crevice to satisfy her deep inside. She looked up, catching her breath as he pulled away from her, her loins pushing out to seek out the rigid prick that was bringing such joy to her. Did she do something wrong to displease him? She looked at him with questioning eyes.
He picked up the knife, flashing it before her eyes, making quick work of the shoulder straps of her chemise. It slit through the fragile cloth, sliding down until the cloth rested on the gentle swell of her breasts. “I want you naked,” his prick jerked from the sight of her bare breasts as his fingers pulled the chemise down until it hung uselessly at her waist. His eyes devoured the full mounds of flesh, perfectly capped with twin pink tip
s that begged to be touched. And more. He yanked the chemise from her lower body with haste, the fragile garment tearing from his urgency until she stood naked before him, her thighs pressed coyly together as if she could hide her treasures from his lustful gaze. But nothing could hide the thick fleece of hair that covered her mound. His hand slid down between her legs, slowly running over her stomach and abdomen, tearing at errant hairs as it passed through her abundant bush. He was not surprised to find her wet, his finger pushing apart her delicate slit. Her body jumped, her thighs parting gently to allow him access to her treasures. His finger slid easily up and down her slick lips, her hips beginning to sway gently.