by Pamela Prim
“Ah, this is perfection.” Harrow whispered as his hands kneaded and squeeze her soft ass cheeks, making more of that pleasurable wetness to drip from her aching pussy.
“Oh, Lord Harrow… this is so good.” Megan moaned. “Save me… I… I want you to bring me salva… ohhh… salvation.”
“Yes, my dear.” Harrow told her soothingly. “Prepare yourself; let your body be ready for salvation.”
“Aahh, yes, my lord.” She smiled lazily and her mind was filled with images of his cock. She wondered if he was hard now with his hands all over her feverish young body.
In response Harrow slid his hand under her belly and lifted her up, bringing her bottom to push upward before his face. He then spread her legs apart and exposed her dripping pussy for all to see. Megan felt a surge of terror, but calmed herself. She had already given into Lord Harrow and now felt a whole lot more comfortable, naked and on display or not. His hands pushed down on her slick thighs and upturned bottom, slipping between her legs and caressing her wet pussy. With each touch she felt a surge of body stirring sensations dart though her. She felt her juices flowing freely now and her pussy was getting wet beyond reckoning, yearning with a perverse need to be stuffed with something hard and thick. And Megan knew exactly what that hard and thick thing that she wanted was. It was mere inches away from her and a few times she had even felt it brush against her thigh and hip. Her heart began to race excitedly at the prospect of having Harrow’s hard cock plunging into her as she had seen him do to her cousin.
Harrow suddenly flipped her around again and she now lay completely exposed to him. Her chest heaved making her small breasts ache and her nipples stick out like hard cherries. She gave into her base animal instinct and spread her legs as wide as she could dare and stared at him pleadingly. Her mouth was open in anticipation and she breathed in short expectant gasps.
“You are now ready to be saved.” Harrow said solemnly and placed a hand on each side of her inner thighs, stretching her pussy out wide.
Megan gasped as he rubbed her clit with his thumbs from either side. Her stomach heaved and clenched, tightening and relaxing until she couldn’t restrain herself anymore. Her excitement crossed all limits and her orgasm exploded hard all over his fingers.
“Ohhh, ohhh, Lo-lord Harrow…” Megan panted with the intensity and power of her release . “I’m so ashamed… but… but… I couldn’t… control myself…”
“Calm down, Megan.” Harrow said soothingly. “Release all your feelings… get your mind at ease and take pleasure in the wonders of your body and soul.”
“Oh, yes, Lord Harrow, yes.” Megan wept with the pleasure of her orgasm and carelessly groped at his crotch.
“Ah, yes. Reach out for you salvation.” Harrow encouraged and pushed his erection closer to her.
Megan certainly didn’t need any encouraging, as she rose up and grabbed his rock hard cock. She didn’t care who all was staring at her right then, she wanted it desperately. She leaned down over him as he squatted down on the platform and closed her hot wet mouth over the throbbing cock head. She didn’t even know why she did that, she just let instinct take over as she sucked him wildly, like a hungry new born calf.
She heard Harrow laugh as he placed his hands in either side of her head. He moved his hips back and forth to gently fuck her eager mouth. She reached up and grabbed his hardened buttocks, digging her nails into the rigid muscles there.
“Good heavens, girl.” Harrow groaned loudly as she swirled her tongue teasingly over his sensitive cock head. “You are quite the surprise. One would think you have a penchant for sucking cock.”
“Mmm hmmm!” She nodded with her eyes wide as her mouth filled up with his rigid manhood.
“Yes, my little flower. Suck that cock.” Harrow sounded like he had lost his mind. “Suck my hard cock like your life depended in it.”
“Mmm-hmmm.” Megan nodded and swallowed the entire length of it, all eleven inches all the way to the root. She felt his cockhead pulse against the back of her throat; making her want to gag and she loved the strange sensation.
Harrow’s hands played with her pussy as she sucked him and he inserted two fingers inside her seeping wetness. Megan moaned over his cock and felt another burst of pleasure threatening to explode inside her. Suddenly the need to have his cock deep inside her made her look up into his hungry eyes. Harrow seemed to understand what she wanted and slowly pulled his cock out of her greedy mouth. He pushed her back down on the platform and spread her legs apart wide. He climbed over her and then placed his throbbing cock at the quivering lips of her wet and horny pussy.
“You have earned this well, my sweetling.” Harrow smiled at her and he pushed the cockhead into her eager pussy. “Come, let your salvation begin.”
“Yes, my lord, my savior…” Megan whimpered. “Fuck me, fuck me hard. Fuck me harder than you fucked Sondra. Save my soul, Lord Harrow, bring me my salvation.”
Harrow nodded his approval as he pushed his cock, inch by inch, all the way inside her willing pussy. She felt the warm thickness of his organ squeeze against her wet tightness, and it made more fires within her come alive. Her pussy hungrily clenched on his cock, it seemed to have a life all its own, seeking with a vengeance to drain it of all its seed.
“Oh, Lord Harrow… your cock… it is so hard…” Megan moaned and gasped with intense pleasure. “It’s so big and so hard, my lord. It’s stretching my pussy… ohhh the pain… the pain.”
“Your pussy is prepared to feel the pain, it is your atonement… you salvation. The more your pussy swallows my cock, the better your saving with be.” Harrow grunted with effort and began to move back and forth as his cock slid in and out of her tight little love tunnel.
Harrow increased the intensity of his thrusts and he grabbed her hips hard. His firm fingers dug into her soft flesh. Megan’s moans and whimpers echoed all around the chamber, mingling with the chanting of the watching acolytes.
“Oh, Lord Harrow, save my soul.” Megan moaned and panted. “Oh, please… please keep on fucking me.”
“Yes, my dear.” Harrow grunted as his hips slammed into her. “We have the day and all of the night if need be.”
“Yes, fuck me all night and all day.” Megan slurred, her sanity mislaid by the body quaking bliss coursing all over her.
Then Harrow leaned over her and raised her legs up. He placed her ankles over his broad shoulders and she gasped, bent in half with him pressing down on her hard, all the while humping away. Harrow pinned her down as he rammed into her hard. It was a good thing Megan was a light eater, or she surely would have thrown up her breakfast under the pressure he was bringing down on her. The platform vibrated slightly as Harrow threw back his head and roared. His orgasm exploded deep inside the Megan’s virgin nineteen year old pussy. She grabbed his head; digging her nails into his rich luxuriant scalp as her third orgasm ripped through her. He squashed down on her, still holding her legs over his shoulders as his body shook violently.
After a while of mind altering bliss and tranquility, Harrow eased down and slithered off her. His big hard cock dripped with the slippery juices of their combined orgasms. Megan felt like a great weight had lifted off her. As if she really had been saved, though deep down she knew all that was just superstition and mindless belief. It was the carnal satisfaction that was a revelation to her and Megan began to crave for more of it.
“Is my soul truly saved, my lord?” She looked up at him as he sat winded beside her.
“By heaven, you are a most amazing young woman, Megan.” He smiled and dabbed at his perspiring brow with his robe. “Indeed your soul is on the path of salvation. We must continue with the ritual for a week, just as we must with Sondra.”
Megan smiled with satisfaction as she watched him breathing heavily beside her. She felt a strange elation to have found such pleasure in something she feared for so long. She had her cousin, Sondra, to thank for this and she glanced up at her standing beside the acolytes. Sondra gave
her a wide smile and held pure happiness in her green eyes for her. It was going to be a wonderful week for the two of them there at the Harrow Estate. She didn’t care about her modesty any longer as she spread her legs wide in front of the others and began to play with her tingling pussy, aching for it to be filled again with more hard cock soon.
Story 28
“How much is it?” Natasha asked once more, staring wide eyed at the college dorm accountant.
“Eighteen hundred and sixty dollars, Miss Wallis.” The dour woman replied patiently. “That’s three months rent, plus late fees. You have a week to pay, or else move out.”
Natasha stared at the piece of paper the she was handed and then at the woman walking out of the dorm room. Where would she get that kind of money in a week? Her evening shift at the pizza place was hardly minimum wage, and she had other things to pay for, like her food and phone bill. Dammit, if only she hadn’t gone and blown most of her money at the Casino. But what could she do, her compulsive nature to play games of chance had more often than not got her into such tight jams. Eighteen hundred dollars in a week, now that would be a long shot even for a stripper. She blushed scarlet at the thought. She wouldn’t have it in her to get naked in front of all those drunk and leering men. But then the idea had often thawed over in the back of her mind, especially when her own roommate was doing it. A couple hundred bucks an hour over the weekends was not all that bad now, was it?
She sat down on the bed, sighing deeply. Majoring in psychology had been her dream all through high school, and while her friends were out on dates over the weekends, Natasha often stayed in studying to make the grade for college. She had her life planned out even back then, each step of the way. But what she didn’t count on was her addiction to the world of gaming and chance. How that happened, when it all began, was a vague memory and what she was now left with was a compulsive drive to gamble away almost any money she could get her hands on.
“I know that it’s bad.” She had often said to herself in moments like this. “But oh, it’s so much fun, the thrill of it all… the anticipation of hitting the jackpot. Oh, why do things that are so much fun always be so bad for you?”
“That’s because you never know where to draw the line, Nat.” The familiar voice of Doreen, her roommate, made her jump.
“You’re back so soon?” She asked the tall redhead and wiped away a tear. “How’d it go?”
“Not too good, babe.” Doreen Kassel shook her head and narrowed her emerald green eyes. “It’s a slow week, something to do with the dip in the stock markets… nothing much going on at the club.”
“Still, you’re taking a big bloody risk, Dor.” Natasha eyed her roommate and exhaled deeply. The redhead was a year older and had a body to kill for. She would do anything to have that sexy build, those full pert breasts, flaring hips, bubble butt and forever long legs. “If they find out you’re working as a stripper in a private nightclub, you’ll be booted out of here.”
“Like hell they will…” Doreen shot back. “Find out, I mean. And you’re taking as much risk as I am, Nat… at those seedy casinos.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” She turned away and sighed. “At least you’re earning some money… and all I’m doing is pissing it away.”
“Is it about the rent?” Doreen touched her on the arm. “I saw Jen Flanders walking away… how much is it? Maybe I can lend you some…”
“Eighteen hundred, Dor.” Natasha smiled sheepishly at her roommate. “And I have only this week to pay it.”
“Crap!” Doreen pursed her lips. “Not enough time to make that kind of moolah, especially with the low turnouts at the club this month.”
“You don’t have to worry about it, Dor.” Natasha put a hand on the redhead’s shoulder. “I’ll just move out and find some place cheaper than this one.”
“Fuck, girl!” Doreen shook her head vigorously. “You’re not going anywhere. I’m going to find something or the other for you.”
“I hope it’s not what you do.”
“It’s the only prayer you got, kid.” Doreen gave her a smirk. “And it’s better than all that gambling you do. In my line of work, you know what you’re getting from the get go, there’s no waiting for the spinning wheels and loaded dice to decide your fate.”
“Oh, all right!” Natasha cried out in exasperation. “I buried myself in this bloody hole; I can just as well crawl out of this mess.”
“Attagirl.” Her roommate clapped her on the back “Get yourself dolled up, babe. We’re going dancing.”
“What, already?” Natasha brown eyes went wide.
“Yeah, Francois is at the club right now… if you impress him, he’ll have you on from tomorrow. It’s a hundred an hour, baby, for noobs. Three hours a day and you’ll make the rent and more.”
“But wait…” Natasha’s eyes went wide. “What do you mean by impress him… do I have to do anything… er… indecent.”
“Good heavens, girl.” Doreen laughed out loud. “You’re going to dance naked on a table for horny men… if that isn’t indecent enough…”
“No, I mean… do I have to impress this Francois in any… um, special way.”
“No, not ol’ Fran. He’ll assess your dancing ability… that’s all.” Her roommate grinned and handed her what looked like two pieces of candy wrappers.
“Well, I did do a lot of contemporary dance routines in high school.” Natasha took the micro-underwear and stared at them in wonder.
“Great!” Doreen exulted and grabbed her arm. “Now get into those skimpies, and wear your tightest pair of jeans and a cute little top and sit down here.”
Natasha managed to get herself into what Doreen wanted and sat down before the dressing table. Her vivacious roommate quickly did her hair for her, tying her long brown tresses into a loose but sexy topknot. Then came the make-up, a bit gaudy and loud for Natasha, but she loved the way her eyes came alive with full black mascara and eye shadow, and her full lips in hot cherry red. Doreen did her fingernails and toenails next in the same hot cherry red nail polish.
“There you’re all set. Let’s go.” The redhead said with a whoop.
An hour later, Natasha found herself standing inside a nightclub in the heart of the city. She had heard of the place, but she had no idea it also had a little strip joint in the basement under the regular dance floor. She felt uncomfortable and excited at the same time to be there, as she stood alone beside the circular stage. About a hundred seats were arranged in the room, in concentric circles around the stage, and she realized that those seats would be filled with drunk and lusty men watching her dance and strip. A chill ran down her spine, even as a pleasant warmth tingled between her thighs at that thought.
“Ah, so that is your friend.” She heard a deep male voice sound from the left.
“Yes, Fran… this is my roommate, Natasha.” Doreen’s cheery voice answered the man. “Isn’t she just adorable?”
“Indeed, she is.” Natasha stared wide eyed at the tall, slender man in a sharp business suit walking up to her. “Good evening, my dear. I am Francois Lauran, and I do believe I like what I see.”
“G-good evening, Mister Lauran.” She managed to stutter, feeling a blush coming on. “Thank you for…”
“Ah, please.” Lauran smiled widely at her. “Call me Fran.”
“He’s the coolest, Nat.” Doreen slipped an arm around her waist, “And he’s agreed to start you off in the private circles, for two-fifty a session… provided you pass the test.”
“Uh… test?” She looked at the two of them and a strange tingle of excitement mingled with fear rushed through her.
“Yes.” Lauran nodded his head. “You will entertain two of my very regular private clients this evening. If they have a good time, I’ll hire you for a three days a week on private gigs, two fifty each gig.”
“You won’t get a sweeter deal than this, baby.” Doreen winked at her. “It beats dancing on stage before a few dozen drunks.”
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��It sure sounds cool.” Natasha had to agree. “Have you done this, Dor?”
“Oh, no!” Her roommate gave her a wicked smile. “I like dancing before a crowd… I’m a party girl.”
“And I suppose I’m a private dancer then.” Natasha felt a furious blush coming on.
“Do well this evening, my dear, and you and I can both be happy.” Lauran grinned and handed them a note with a location marked on it.