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A series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the

St Michael's parish church was a charming place of worship

And so, our story begins,

Reverend Simon Morris was a vicar who hadn't gotten laid in

There was just one area where God had been unable to help

"O Lord God, who hast called thy servants to ventures

Amen."

Reverend Morris said a quick prayer to himself as he shook

The nosey old ladies, Josh, the new and nervous curate,

Then there was Jenna Fox. Twenty, red haired and absolutely

He'd spotted her in the congregation earlier, but not on the

"Good morning Reverend!" Jenna said, bold as

"Oh, good morning Jenna," Reverend Morris replied,

"I wore black today. For the Queen. Loved your sermon

"Thanks. Glad you liked it. It's been hard to write.

"Mmm, maybe later," she grinned. "Did you

Feeling a little uncomfortable at how close she was, he felt

He hurried off to the vestry. In there, he looked at himself

"Well at least I'm much younger than Prince

"You're not getting away from me this time

Before he could say anything, she'd cornered him. Glancing

"I've wanted you for a long time Reverend," she

"J-Jenna, this isn't appropriate. I, I am a married

"Not a very happy one, I suspect. I can always

Powerless to resist this angel of sin, the smitten vicar

"Your wife,

"Lucy and I have been leading separate, and sexless

"I'm sorry to hear that. So let me bring you some salvation."

He leaned in to kiss the exposed skin of Jenna's neck; his

Even with the cassock and surplice on, there was no

Lord Jesus, Jenna was trembling so much with excitement.

Without further ado, she unfastened his belt before reaching

"No, no, leave that on," Jenna said.

"As you wish." He mumbled holding up his cassock,

Jenna knelt in front of the vicar, pulled down the zipper of

"Oh wow. Where did you get those, Reverend?" Jenna

He blushed. "Um, a church event I attended in London.

"Umm." Jenna pulled down his trousers and boxers,

"Ah. The staff of life."

She took his hot length in her hand, feeling it, and stroked

"Oh dear God," Reverend Morris groaned.

As she groped his shaft, she realized just how wet with

"Ooh, Reverend you certainly have sinned," Jenna

"Oh, I am blessed!" He gasped.

Jenna licked every inch of his love pole, running her tongue

In her throatiest, most sexy tone, she said, "Well

Like a bolt of lightning, Reverend Morris kissed Jenna's

"Ah hah!" Jenna gasped. "Oh, Reverend. Yes!

Jenna was in a state of complete euphoria. She had dreamt

Reverend Morris began to quicken his thrusts and rammed his

"Ah! Praise the Lord!"

Jenna looked at Reverend Morris, and for the first time in

"For what I hath received, I am truly thankful,"

"Me too," Jenna replied, her insides filled with

In the afterglow of their sinful fun, they kissed each other

"I suppose, we should head over to the church

Gordon Leesmith was not having a good day. Another Sunday,

"You played the wrong opening hymn, Gordon," John

"That's not what the vicar told me," Gordon

"Anyways I just thought I'd let you know. Patricia and

"No change there then," Gordon replied, unable to

John was so taken aback, he couldn't speak for a moment.

"Don't come the innocent with me, you're the biggest

"I wouldn't argue in a church."

"I'll argue anywhere as long as I'm in the right. Now

Thus suitably chastised, the subdued John left, and Gordon

That was before his divorce.

Gordon was fifty-five, and had been organist and choirmaster

Jenna had been quietly observing the little outburst with

Jenna licked her lips. She was aching for a romp with

"Poor, miserable Gordon." Jenna mused. "I

"I wonder if the organist will let me play with his

Gordon was busy rifling through hymn books and didn't notice

"Uh. Can I help you with something?"

"Oh hello," Jenna replied, acting rather coy.

"Gordon. Bad time? There's never a good time," he

"Well I just wanted to thank you, Gordon. You played my

His attention captured, Gordon finally put down the books he

"I love anything by Charles Wesley. His hymns are

"Indeed they are. He wrote thousands during his

Gordon certainly was hard to read. Jenna wondered if she was

"Every week I come to church and I hear you play these

"I've had enough practice. I've been doing this for

Evidently, Gordon wasn't used to receiving any kind of

Jenna walked closer. "You're so talented."

"Ah, well. That's, nice of you to say. What's your

Her persistence seemed to be paying off, and the organist appeared

"Jenna."

"Do you play any musical instruments, Jenna?"

"Just the piano."

He nodded. "Good, good. For work or just a hobby?"

"Oh purely as a hobby," she smiled, flicking her

Gordon's stern face finally relaxed into a smile. "Why

"Oh how about And Can It Be?"

He shuffled around on the stool. "Very well. I often practice

"Me neither," Jenna said, walking up to beside

"Right, are you ready?"

The strains of the great Wesleyan hymn filled the church as

"I don't hear any singing, Jenna. How about you sing

"Ok!" She grinned, and he resumed playing.

"And can it be, that I should gain - An int'rest in the

Jenna deftly unfastened the first button on her white top.

"Died He for me, who caused His pain,For me, who Him to

Gordon happened to glance to his right again, and almost

"Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God,

She unfastened another button. Gordon continued playing, and

"Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God,

Gordon's eyes almost popped out of his head and he cleared his

"Go on, play a second verse!" Jenna said.

He continued to play, but could feel his face burning. Jenna

"Just one more verse, Gordon! I'll give it my

He continued playing and she resumed singing, her pale, pert

"Oh dear God," Gordon thought to himself. What a

Based on a post by Mac G.

Even though it is right in front of you, you don't always

When I was five, Jenny's family moved in directly across the

She had no trouble keeping up with me in the rough and tumble

Although I missed it at the time, the first indication that

"Mr. Adams," he said, "I'm afraid I have some

Jenny's dad got up to stand next to her. I stood a few feet

"I'm really sorry to say that there has been an

"What! When? Where? How is she?" Mr. Adams asked.

"The paramedics did their best, but I'm afraid she

At this point, Jenny turned around and looked at me, tears

After about fifteen minutes, Mr. Adams finished up with the

After a lot of consoling and grief, Dad left with Mr. Adams

I have always thought differently about Jenny than anyone

Ironically, it was on a date with someone else in the summer

"Anne, can I ask you a question?" I asked.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Well, when I asked you out, you seemed a little

Anne smiled and hesitated a moment before answering.

"Yes, it's true I was a little surprised and I'm sure

"Knuckleheads? What two knuckleheads?" I asked.

"Okay, it looks like it's up to me to straighten you

"Okay, I'll try."

"Good. Now first question: Do you think I'm

"Of course I do. Most guys in school do."

"Thank you," she said, blushing a little,

"No, you're not." I said a little chagrinned.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I asked for honesty. I'm

"I guess."

"Ok, height?"

"Your height, perhaps a little taller."

"Hair?"

"Red, long and straight."

"Longer than my shoulder length?" Anne asked.

"Yes."

"Eyes?"

"Green."

"Mouth?"

"Don't know. Never thought about that."

"Not a problem. Now, don't get embarrassed, but look at

I couldn't help it, I turned crimson, but I looked briefly.

"That's what I like about you, Tony; even with

"Nothing, I really like your tits," I said,

"Thanks, so do I. There's definitely something there to

"Not really."

"What about legs?"

"Long, with a good muscle structure."

"Great. Now, here is what you just told me is your

"Yes, that would be correct."

"And you still don't see it do you?"

"I guess not. See what?"

"You just perfectly described Jenny Adams."

I sat there for a moment. She was right of course, but I had

"Did you know that most guys think Jenny is the best

"I will, I promise," I said. "Now, I'd better

I drove her home in silence. When I walked her to the door,

"You're welcome. I'm sure you two will be very happy

"Gladly."

I leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss. She was having

"Thanks, that's just what I wanted," she said

It's a good thing the route home was so familiar, as I was

Two days later, Jenny was over at my house watching TV. As

I hesitated before answering, unsure as to how to answer. I

"Jenny, will you go out with me on Friday?" I

"Sure, we can get together and..."

"No, please, that's not what I mean. I don't want to

She looked at me with her eyebrows raised. I could see the

"Look, Jenny, I know we've been friends for a long

She sat there, deep in thought. I waited for her to decide.

After several minutes I added, "I know this is sudden.

She smiled at me and said, "I don't need to wait. Of

"I'll tell you, I promise, but not right now. What time

"Um, I'll let you know."

"Fine. Want a Coke?"

"Sure."

I went a got one for each of us. We watched some more TV,

The rest of the week seemed to last forever. Jenny must have

"Okay, Mom, thanks. I'm not sure...wait, how did you

"Moms just know," she said, grinning. "If

When Friday came, I had still not told her what I wanted to

"Here, try some of this," he said, handing me a

"Thanks, Dad."

"Also, a good date needs a good ride. Take my car

I was stunned. Dad rarely let's anyone drive his car. He had

"Yes, I'm sure. I got it cleaned up nicely today and

"Wow, thanks, Dad! You're awesome."

When the time came, I walked across to her house and

"Come on in Tony, she'll be right down. Where are you

"I made a reservation at that new Italian place south

We heard the sound of Jenny coming down the stairs. I turned

I walked up to her as she got to the bottom of the stairs.

"I've never seen you look more beautiful," I said.

She blushed a little and said, "Thanks, you look great,

We walked back to her dad.

"Have fun tonight you two," he said. "I've

"We won't, Mr. Adams, I promise," I said.

We walked across the street to the car. Jenny's eyes got

Dinner went well. The talking started slow, but we loosened

As we walked back to the car, I took her hand again. Before

"Oh God, yes," she replied.

"I have an idea, but I don't want to make it

She looked up at me, whispering, "I don't think anything

I leaned forward and kissed her. As our lips met, it felt

After several minutes, we broke the kiss. Jenny was smiling

"Now we don't have to worry about That for the rest of

She just started laughing, pulled me in and hugged me

After a few minutes, she pulled back, looked at me and said,

She leaned in and kissed me again. This one was even better

We finally broke the kiss when we heard a whistle from near

I turned back to Jenny, worried she'd been upset by the

Jenny and I decided to go over to the theatre, where we

Afterward, we went down to the park on the waterfront and

"I have never had a better night in all my life,"

"Me neither. I'm just upset we waited so long to do

"I know, we were kind of dumb, weren't we?"

"We'll just have to do whatever we can to catch

We stood there kissing for about twenty minutes. I decided I

I don't think I touched the ground as I went across the

For the rest of the summer, except for the five days Jenny

When school started, it quickly got around that our

Every day after school we did our homework together, helping

I once overheard my dad talking about us to my mom, saying,

It was March and Mr. Adams was leaving on a business trip.

"Where's Jenny?" I asked, not seeing her there.

"She's up in her room right now," he replied.

"I thought something was bothering her, but she said it

"It started a couple of days ago when she got the mail.

Jenny has told me many times how much she misses her mom. My

By QuothTheRamen - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Life as a lowly pledge

The day I went to college I thought I had cleaned my last floor. Washed my last dish. Scrubbed my last toilet. I left home after five years too many of flipping burgers and dealing with other people's shit. I was done trying to make a bunch of assholes happy.

It took all of one day in a frat to realize I was wrong. The world was filled with unhappy assholes, and they were all my problem.

"Pledge Needledick! Make sure the floor shines." Beko was the frat vice president. He was about as funny as a cold sore. But he was also a linebacker, so people generally felt obligated to laugh.

"It's Cam." I said.

"It's Cam what?"

"It's Cam, Sir." I said. I did not sigh. It was difficult.

"It's pledge Needledick now." Beko woofed. Like a dog. A retarded dog. "We are getting fucked up!"

Shaun slid himself between Beko and me, smooth as anyone I had ever seen.

"What Beko is trying to say is that today is your night on the chore rota Cam. All pledges take a turn." Shaun was the frat president. And he was probably going to be a senator.

"No. I get it. Shit needs cleaning." I said.

"Right. Spirit of brotherhood. Don't wait up." Shaun said. "Beko! What have I told you about pissing on the floor?"

And, with the sloppy zip of a zipper, I was alone. I had the place to myself, piles of shit to clean up, and a fresh puddle of piss to mop.

"I am so fucking stupid." I said.

I pledged the frat because Alpha Nu Alpha Lambda was the place for business majors. Just this chapter alone had produced three Fortune 500 CEOs, a couple of Silicon valley royalty, and so many millionaires they stopped keeping track. And business is all about who you know. A poor boy from the shit end of the city who does not know anyone needs to change that. And so I did. And now I was picking up empties while the future leaders of the free world were getting shitfaced and laid. You would think that with so many rich bastards they would have a maid.

I was well into the second hour and elbow deep in the world's most disgusting toilet when the doorbell rang.

I didn't get up. I just kept scrubbing. Whoever they were here for it certainly was not me.

The bell rang again.

And again.

And then someone starting pressing it like they'd been duct taped to the damn button and then had a seizure.

I ripped off my yellow gloves, jogged to the door and opened it.

"What the fu-" I started. I did not end that sentence. I saw where it was going, flagged it down, and gave it directions to a new and better place.

"How can I help you?" I said.

Is this because I am a good person? The kind of person who does not tear people's heads off for no reason? Of course not. I worked in fast food. It was because, on the other side of the door, stood a very pretty young Asian girl in heels, a knit skirt, and a sorority sweater so tight that it had to have been drawn on her.

The girl blinked the blink of the slightly high, or the very dumb.

"I'm here for Beko." she said.

Dumb it is.

"He's out right now. I can tell him you called." I said.

She blinked again.

"I didn't call. I walked."

"Right. No. Totally get that. Do you want to leave a message?"

"Nope. I want to see Beko."

"Tell you what. Come on in. We'll call him." I said. "Let me just wash my hands."

She walked in and, with a clear familiarity, walked over to our least disgusting couch and sat on it. I ran to the sink, scrubbed up and came out. Then I called Beko from my cell. He answered on the first ring.

"Beko, it's me, Cam. I have a--" I looked at the Asian space cadet quizzically.

"June." she said.

"--June here to talk to you."

"Needledick! I was watching porn on my phone." Beko shouted. Over what must have been one hell of a party. "Now I just see your stupid Needledick name on my phone. Hang up so I can see some titties."

So I hung up.

"He's very busy right now." I said. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Is Joe here?"

"No. Just me."

"Louis?"

"No. He's out."

Ryan?"

"No. I am the only one here. I am the only Alpha in the house. There is just me. I see you thinking of another name. But he is not here either. I assure you, I am the Alpha and the Omega of people in this house."

She looked confused.

"No. I am the Omega. Omega Chi Upsilon Mu." She said.

Now I was confused. Omega was almost a honor society. It was not your run of the mill sorority.

"Pardon?"

"I'm an Omega." She smiled. "And I am high as fuck."

Ahh. So not dumb. Just really high.

"Right. Well is there anyone else you need me to call? I don't want to blow you off, but I still have a lot of cleaning to do." I said.

"I want to blow you off."

"Is that a pot joke?"

"No." She stopped, wrinkled up in a frown, then continued. "At least I don't think so. I need to blow an Alpha."

"And why is that?""

"Scavenger hunt. You guys are worth forty points for a facial."

"I'm sorry?"

Let's step back for a moment. Time to create a Venn diagram. One circle will be "Woman who have sucked my dick." Small circle. Not empty. Filled with women to whom I am forever grateful. Let's have the other circle be "Women who are so fucking hot that I silently apologize after jerking off to their memory." Now, and I want to be totally clear on this, these circles do not intersect. Not even a little. They don't even get written out on the same piece of paper.

Imagine too, a circle labelled "Women who let me cum on their face." This circle was empty.

Back to the moment.

"Tonight is the Omega Scavenger hunt. And I wanna win it." she said. Her smile was tempting me to make a bad decision.

"So what do I do?"

"Take off your pants. But leave on the Alpha sweatshirt."

I reached for my belt, and then years of self-preservation kicked in.

"Wait, Beko's not your boyfriend is he? Because he would have an easy time killing me and I would have a hard time stopping him."

"Nope. He just has a nice dick."

Which is exactly not what I want to think about when I next see Beko.

I dropped my pants. Then I closed my eyes and waited for the someone to tell me that this was a terrible terrible prank.

What I felt instead was warm breath across my the head of my dick. I cautiously opened one eye, then the other. She'd taken one of the couch cushions and put it on the floor in front of me. She was kneeling on it, her face just inches away from me. I was not hard. But that was not going to last.

She traced her fingers up my thigh, sliding them slowly up, I bit my lip as I watched her. Her hand slid under my balls, then she ran a finger from my ass all the way to where they hung. All the while her hot breath surrounded me.

I'd never watched myself get hard before, but it was happening so fast it barely registered. One minute her hand lightly cupped my balls and the next I am so damn hard that it almost slaps me in the stomach.

"You like this?" She asked, as she ran her soft cheek along the head.

"I'm neither dead nor gay, so yes."

"Good." She said. The she wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, holding it up. She leaned in and alternated between soft kisses and quick licks as she worked her way up. I balled my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palms. She teased and licked her way up, until her mouth was just at the head. Then she looked up at me, winked, and took me in her mouth.

I'd had my dick sucked before. I thought it was awesome. It turns out that everyone who came before was just shit.

She ran her tongue under my shaft, her mouth wet and ready. She swirled it against the hole at the tip, then leaned in, taking inch after inch. She did not slow. She did not stop. She took me in until her nose was flush against me, her chin touching my balls. She winked again.

And then slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, she let me out. Her tongue made every inch of my man flesh electric. I reached down to her head, but she just brushed me off, then waved her finger in the classic naughty naughty gesture. Chastened, I put my hands behind my head and groaned.

She firmly wrapped one hand around my root, and with the other cupped my balls, pressing a finger against my taint. She leaned forward again, taking me until her lips reached her hand.

She began to rock her head back and forth, slowly at first. Her hand stayed with her lips, making every rock a long slow stroke of my dick, with the wet miracle of her mouth keeping me on edge. I took a deep breath as she started speeding up. Every downstroke felt my cock getting wetter, every upstroke felt my balls getting tighter. Her free hand was rubbing my taint, teasing my balls, and driving me crazy.

I felt my hips go loose as I adopted her rhythm. Pulling away when she pulled away. Pushing in as she pushed in. I felt myself in the back of her throat, then running the length of her tongue. She kept a wet suction that gave me no respite. I felt myself pushing the pace now. Seeing her, so gorgeous, so sexy so fucking good at sucking a cock was too much. I pushed so hard she gagged. I pulled out so far the cool air hit me.

But she did not stop. Her grip on my shaft tighten. She slammed me into her mouth as if daring me to try to stop. I was off balance, standing on my toes, my dick falling into her amazing mouth, my eyes seeing stars.

"Fucking Christ! I'm going to blow!" I said.

She sped up, moving so fast she got blurry. I felt my load begin, rumbling from the depths of me up my shaft. She felt it too, and right when it was about to escape she learned back, her hands continuing to work the shaft. I exploded on to her. On her cheek, her perfect nose, her hair. And she put her face right against me. Pulling me still, milking every last drop onto her skin. I was in love.

So it is a clear understatement when I say I was surprised when the flash went off.

"Did you just take a selfie?" I said.

"Yep. Gotta get the points." She said.

"I forgot about that." And I had. This was clearly a one-time thing. But at least I closed the Venn diagram.

"So June, could you send me that?"

"Nope."

"Right." I reached for the paper towel roll that remained from my cleaning and offered it to her.

"Towel?" I said.

She smiled the gorgeous smile, buried under layers of my spunk.

"Nope. I'll wear it out. Extra five points."

And, just like that, she was gone. It was the best thirty minutes of my life so far.

Of course, by the end of the night it would be the third best thirty minutes of my life.

One lowly pledge must make her nasty video dreams come true.

I found pizza under a couch. Not a pizza box. No box to be found. Not a single slice, but instead eight slices, composing a whole pizza of what I can only assume was pepperoni pizza, all perfectly arranged under the couch. Like it was being delivered to hungry mice whose ordering reach far exceeds their grasp. Or a bunch of morons with the munchies. Fifty/fifty.

I had been tempted, only briefly, to leave the pizza out as a reminder to my frat brothers to clean up after themselves. But, given the bags of filth I trucked out to the dumpster, this cause was lost. I tossed the pizza in with the condom wrappers, used dental floss, and random crusty Kleenex that so recently littered our floors.

You might think that I would be unhappy, cleaning up after a couple dozen very well connected douchebags. And, on a normal night, you would be right. But this was not a normal night. This was a night in which the mere fact of my association with Alpha Nu Alpha Lambda resulted in me getting the kind of blow job reserved for men with excessive body hair, giant cigars, and private armies. A night in which one of the hottest women I had ever seen allowed me to not only cover a tile in ethnic bingo (Row: BJ, Column: Asian. Bingo!) but also had me paint her face like a drunken Jackson Pollack.

So while I may be the lowest man on a very mangy totem pole, I was also a man who had had my pole waxed. I was in a post orgasm glow, and oscillated between absolute disbelief that I might ever be so lucky, and a profound fear that the best thing that might ever happen to me had already happened.

It was deep into one of these swings into self-doubt, and deep into a pile of what I could only assume were once out dishes, that the doorbell rang.

It may seem crazy to you that I did not run to the door. It may seem crazy to you that I did not even leave the dishes behind. But, to be clear, you are three hundred words into chapter two. I assumed I was living in the boring epilogue of chapter one.

So I did not walk to the door. And I did not run. Instead I picked up the next sorry excuse for a plate and started scrubbing.

The doorbell rang again. With feeling. And then again. Eventually I realized that whomever was pushing it was actually tapping out a beat. A lively bossa nova thing. And they were not going anywhere.

No night is perfect. I put the dish down, dried off my hands, and walked to the door. The persistent beat made my feet want to run, but I kept them under control.

I stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and opened it.

"Welcome to Alpha Nu, how can I help you?"

It was dark outside. But she was very blonde. The kind of blonde that happens when you have hair bleach and a wandering mind. The hair framed a lovely face, ghostly pale. And now I was staring. She smiled, a thousand watt thing.

"You can help me by getting out of my way."

"What?"

"'How can you help me?'" She said. "You just asked. Then you got stupid."

"Right. No. Come in. I'm Cam." I moved out of the way

She pushed past me, pulling a giant roller bag.

"I'm Mary. But everyone calls me Daisy."

"Why is that?"

She hit me with the smile again. "Because I tell them to."

She put the bag down, then spun around like a Julie Andrews on a German mountain. This caused her slightly modest sundress to become much less modest, and gave me a lovely view of a pair of runner's legs. And I was staring again.

"This will have to do. It's funny, because the place looks so classy outside. All bricks and ivy. Then you come in and it looks like someone threw up on the floor." She said.

"Someone does throw up on the floor. Every day. His name is Ted. He calls it clearing his throat."

Daisy looked at me with an expression that I could not place. Something between amused and irritated.

"Let the artist work, dear." She said. "And that is not the visual I want in my head."

She stalked around the room, framing parts with her fingers.

"I want sultry. I want dark. I want something that oozes passion and hunger and need." She said.

"It's a dump. A dump with couches that are so nasty they make crunching sounds when you sit on them." I said.

"It needs lighting. It needs ambiance. It needs to be perfect."

"Perfect for what?" I asked.

"This!" She said. Then she handed me a piece of paper. I scanned it.

"Is this a shot list?"

"Of course. You can't direct without one."

"And everything on this-" I waved the sheet. "Is going to happen here?"

"Of course."

"Who is playing willing young co-ed?" I asked.

"Me. I am the star of all my works."

"And who is playing the hard and ready young stud?"

"Well Cam, I was going to audition the boys," She said. And then that smile almost knocked me down. "but you're the only one here. So... are you up for it?"

I started pulling off my pants.

She put a hand on my chest.

"Hold up cowboy. You've seen the shot list. Not until scene 3. Now help me set up."

You might think a roller bag would only hold a small amount of film equipment. You would be wrong. You might think that setting up lights, area mikes, a camera, and a bunch of shit that I do not have names for would be difficult with an erection. You would be right. But, given the proper motivation, all work can be rewarding.

"I've never seen anyone work so fast." She said.

"I'm a lover of film." I said. "You know, I don't normally ask questions when an absurdly attractive woman asks me to make a porno with her-"

"You get asked that a lot?" She said, as she was draping sheets over the couch.

"More than I'd have ever thought." I said. "But why are we making a porno?"

"Because I am an Omega Mu. And this is our annual scavenger hunt." She said. "This video should be worth 355 points, should you be able to keep your load in for every shot."

"So, I'm just going to ask this." I said. I looked up and saw her fiddling with the camera. It took me a second to refocus from looking down her dress at her very impressive rack. She caught me looking, and smiled behind the viewfinder.

"Why are you doing this at all. This is not me trying to scare you away, I am just really curious."

She stopped for a second, and pulled a couple of wispy blonde strands from in front of her face to behind her ear. I don't know that I believe in any god, but if one exists he must be damn happy with his work here.

"Do you know how competitive Omega Mu is? The girls there are driven to be great. They will walk off this campus and into lives that most people only dream of. And I'm a film major. They don't respect what I do. They don't understand it. Most of them can't even be bothered to stay awake during my films."

She stepped close, so close I could smell strawberries and the faintest hint of excitement.

"But they will stay awake for this one. By the time I'm done showing it to them they'll be sitting in puddles of their own juice, awkwardly fidgeting and looking for any excuse to get back to their rooms and get their stuck up snatches off. That room will absolutely stink of arousal and lust and need. And they will know that I am one hell of a filmmaker."

My dick was threatening to leave my body and go into orbit.

"Is the camera rolling? I need it to be rolling." I said.

She pointed at the red light. "It's been rolling for the last five minutes. Take off your shirt."

I took my shirt off so damn fast I nearly sprained my shoulders.

"I don't have a script."

"We'll improvise."

She closed her eyes and leaned in. I laid my fingers on top of her hand, gliding them up her arm, to her shoulders. I traced her collarbone, then ran them up her neck, to her cheek. Her lips parted. I leaned in to meet them with my own. I felt a slight shudder as they touched, and I wondered if perhaps all her confidence masked a delicacy, a pure and innocent nature, uncorrupted by all the debauchery that surrounds her.

Then I felt a firm hand against my chest. It shoved me on to the couch. I fell with no resistance. She walked up to me, put one leg up by my head and pulled up her dress, revealing absolutely no underwear. "You will lick the living shit out of my pussy. If you're lucky I'll let you lick my ass. And If you do a very good job at that I will let you put that monster trying to escape your jeans balls deep inside me."

I am a terrible judge of character.

That delicate flower ground her incredibly wet pussy into my face. I am not the smartest guy. And I am no actor. But I certainly take direction. I put my hands on her thighs to steady her, then teased her outer lips with my tongue, splitting them, letting them close, tasting her mix of sweat and natural lubrication. I pulled the inner lips between mine, tracing them up to the hard nub. I ran my lips against it, lightly at first, teasing it with my tongue. She rocked her hips into my face, grinding her clit against my lips.

I sped up my tongue to meet her urgency, tightening my grip on her legs, pulling her into me. Her juices flowed all over my jaw, pooling on my chest. She lowered her hands to my head and pulled me in so tight I could barely breathe.

"Faster you bastard! If I don't get off you don't get off."

Being a gentleman, I obliged the lady. But I knew that speed alone was not going to be enough. I freed one of my hands and ran it between her legs. I took her clit between my lips and raced my tongue along it, feeling it pulse with her arousal. A feeling matched only with the untended arousal currently in my pants.

"You can't go too hard with me. And you sure as hell aren't going hard enough."

I

I pulled up the covers and tucked her in.

Silently, I got up and put my boxers back on before heading to the

I put more wood on the fire and stood in the middle of the living

Halfway through the beer, Frank's reply buzzed my phone.

"Me, too, ass hole!"

I made a mental note to take him a couple beers when I went to

I awoke to Tara's sweet lips on mine, kissing me, sucking at my

"Toothpaste!" I cried out over my shoulder. "I need

Tara giggled and lay back on the bed, stretched out morning

"That sure is a big shower, Uncle Gabriel."

Yes, it certainly was. We showered together, washed each other

I fucked her from behind for a while, until her legs were close to

By mid-morning we had eaten, screwed again in the kitchen, and

“Hey, there are bears in these parts. Doesn't hurt to be

Damn right I pulled out my cock and let her suck it; I ain't

We had Reubens and fries for lunch. I made a couple more for

After cleaning up, I packed the sandwiches, several miscellaneous

"Beast to Overwatch, sit rep, over," I said into a

"Overwatch to Beast, dude, you live by a seriously boring

"Cool," I returned, "Heading your way to resupply,

"Roger that, see you in a few."

I clipped the radio to my waist and turned to gear back up. Tara

"What?"

"Beast?" she asked. "Your hoo-ah hoo-ah

"Well, it was either going to be that, or You Asshole,

Tara shook her head and grabbed up Frank's care package.

"Come on, Uncle Beast. Frank will be wanting these."

Outside, I removed the tarp from one of the ATV got on and fired

"Dang, girl," Frank said, looking her over with an

Tara sighed and shrugged. "Well, Uncle Frank, it wouldn't be

Hearing Tara call him Uncle Frank had a strange effect on

"As of last contact," Frank mumbled through a

"Any leads on why one of Tara's security guys was part of the

"Not, yet," he replied. "But we might have a guy

"Alright, bro," I said, standing up and offering my hand

"All I need right now is another hug from our girl,"

Tara stepped up to him and gave him a hug. He held on longer than

"Come on, Trouble," I told her, "let's go get that

Tara broke the hug and raced off toward the ATV.

I reached out, shook my old buddy's hand. "Thanks for doing

Frank nodded. "Thanks for the Reubens."

Tara ran across the yard toward the boat. Having spent way too

Next to it on the dock, Tara was jumping up and down like an

I took my time getting there, enjoying the sight of her titties

The one-hour boat ride I had planned ended up being almost three.

I cut the motor and we drifted while Tara went to work on my cock,

I came hard in her sexy mouth, spewing salty ropes of my seed

Getting up from the swivel captain's seat, I stood her up and

I paused to suck her sensitive titties, first, nibbling at her

"No more teasing," she panted, our lips touching. "I

I kissed her hard, slid my tongue into her mouth and drove my cock

When she started coming, I briefly wondered if her cries of

We continued on like that for a while, then repositioned for some

She yelled and gasped, slapped the deck with her palms and

When I eventually came in her, I was drenched in sweat and near

"I haven't really thanked you for saving my life," she

Even in its current state of oxygen deprivation, my brain snapped

"I love you, too, Tara. More than

She kissed me, then looked deep into my

If it hadn't been for thirst and hunger, we likely would have

If I had been nineteen, again, no problem. But I was a forty-three

With the boat secure in its little carport boathouse, we walked

After a light dinner of tossed salad, tomato soup, and grilled ham

"Tara, did you really mean what you said, earlier?"

"Of course I did," she replied. "I always mean what

"The one about you being in love with me." Tara moved

"Oh, that statement. Yes. I am definitely, one-hundred

The way she made love to me was more settled, somehow. Less

I matched her, poured my love into her, praying she could know

I went to the kitchen once she had fallen asleep. This time,

"Okay, bro," Frank began in a whisper, "we got

I was already rushing to the bedroom. "The play is we kill

"Copy that," Frank said, "drivers in five, then

I dressed and geared up quickly, grabbed my Walther, three

Frank texted back, "Roger, coming in hot." A few seconds

From my line of sight, the six heads in each boat were closely

Thwack! Thwack!

The shooters in front were retired. The middle pair and the guy in

Thwack! Thwack!; Thwack!

Boat number 2 was clear, but I still had one in the water. Having

Thwack!

Problem solved, time to reload. As I did just that, I heard men

"Goddamn, man," Frank beamed. "We got, like what,

I looked at one of the bodies, then out at the lake. "Fish

I awoke to the sensation of Tara's fingernails gently raking

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, her voice a silken

It was after four that morning when I had showered and slipped

The days and nights with Tara passed far too quickly, each filled

On the eighth day, as Tara and I were fixing another supply

"Gabriel, what is it?" Tara asked.

I handed her my phone and she read the text. She looked up at me

She stepped in close and wrapped her arms around me, squeezed me

"It just means that the threat has been taken care of,"

When Frank arrived on foot down the driveway carrying all of his

"Well," I said, looking over at Tara, "I guess

Tara shrugged and looked down at her lap. "Yeah, of course,"

Frank studied her expression closely, tried to read it, then

"Damn straight it's good news," he asserted, "but

We nodded and Frank continued. "Tony put the puzzle together

I glanced at the caller ID on my phone, answered the call.

"Hey, Cap, what's the occasion?" I asked. The caller was

"Gabriel!" came the voice at the other end. "You

"Been back three days, now," I returned.

"How was it?"

"Ah, you know. Same shit, different faces." Eighteen

"Well, my friend," Jason replied, "I'm glad you're

"Thanks, Cap," I said. "Is everything cool? I know

"Yeah, probably," he began, "but the whole

"Did something happen to Tara?" I asked, concerned. Tara

"No; no. It's just, Gabe, I hate like hell to ask this, I

"No worries," I interrupted, "I'm already getting

"Well, you know how frustrated she's been the last few years

"Oh, yes," I chuckled, "she's been very clear about

"That's a nice way of putting things," Jason continued.

I chuckled, but Jason moved on to his point; “Anyway, she

"So, how'd the conversation play out?"

"Well, she's got a lot of her mother in her," Jason

"Meaning you lost?" I asked, even though I knew the

"Yeah," he confessed, "I lost. She said she's an

"Is there such a place," I laughed.

"Hell, no. But, if I do send them in and she spots them, she

"So, what you need is a security team of one, someone who

"Gabe, that's exactly what I need."

Tara and her boyfriend left the Governor's estate around nine

When Tara told her father she planned to go someplace remote, she

Three miles out, I stopped and set up early warning sensors on

I pulled my gear from the back and draped the vehicle with a camo

Setting up their tent seemed to be challenging, but they were

For some time, I watched them, marveling at how my little Tara had

I made a comfy spot to sit at the base of a tall cedar. Even

By midnight, the only sounds I could detect coming from the tent

Fortunately, Tara had kept their food stores in a canvas duffle at

It was quite a while before I heard the bear, again, this time

I remained perfectly still, watching as the three slowly came on

At the campsite, the two flankers emerged from the tree line and

This is when I stopped their

The three men were down. Each by a triple from my suppressed AR

Running into their camp, I pushed back the top of the suit, hoping

"Uncle Gabe?" she blurted out a question, still in shock

"This," I explained, "is why you should

I checked the three men for a pulse and found none. Two of them

"That's John!" she exclaimed, startled. "John

"Tara, listen to me.” I said as I walked over to the

Back at my comfy tree, I booted up my electronics, then picked up

"Everything packed?" I asked as I got out.

Tara nodded, She had a backpack on one shoulder, I saw a bunch of

Trevor looked like a man who suddenly realized there was shit in

"Okay, good. Now, we don't have time for twenty questions, so

I turned my attention to the boy; “Trevor, you need to get

"Tara," I said firmly, "you're coming with me."

He made a tight turn around and drove slowly off just as the first

Tara then picked up her day pack and we walked silently,

Once we were well out of the area, I called Jason.

"Are you certain it was John McIntyre?" Jason asked.

"Daddy, it was John," she confirmed. "What the hell

"Sweetheart, I don't know. I'm going to get an investigation

"Okay, Daddy. I love you."

"I love you, too, Tara. I need to speak to Gabe, now."

“Jason, I have two pieces of advice. I will code the first.

“Yup!” Was Jason's clear confirmation.

“Second, let Defense intelligence handle this. If your own

It was late morning when we finished the long drive and pulled up

"Dang, Uncle Gabe," she beamed, "this is really

"Well, it's a bit of a drive and your dad never really takes

"Tell me about it. Still, you could have just taken me, you

"We'll take it out, hon," I promised as I moved to the

Inside, Tara looked around the cabin, impressed by what she saw.

"Damn, Gabe, this is gorgeous. I might not want to ever

"Oh," I began, setting the grocery bags on the kitchen

"Everyone else?" she pressed. "Who is everyone,

"No, not really. More like, short-term romantic interests."

Tara chuckled, "So, basically just one night stands and fuck

"Pretty much, yeah. Come on, potty-mouth, let's get the Jeep

We settled in, putting away the groceries and gear I had brought

"Okay," she began, "so of all the women you've

"Good lord, girl," I laughed, "you have a smutty

"You're being evasive, Uncle Gabe," she scolded. "How

"Punished?" I pondered aloud, twisting the cap off a

"Ever been kicked in the nuts and ruthlessly tickled, all at

"Two," I said without hesitation. "There were two."

We knocked out our daily beer ration and just enjoyed each other's

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by Lady_Mary. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Chapter 1

I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband’s adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto.

Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur.

I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father.

My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.

I nod in respect as I enter my father’s study. He sits in his swivel leather-covered chair, looking as perfect as ever in his suit trousers and white shirt, ironed by my mother.

He said in a cordial tone, indicating a chair for me to sit down, then said;  “Mother praises you immensely, you have become a great help to her. I am extremely pleased about that.”

“ Thank you, Father. Praise always makes me happy.” I said with a smile.

“Therefore,” Father puts the stack of papers aside. “I thought you were mature enough to think about your household”.

“My household?”  I repeated in surprise. I felt my face turn white.

“This is what awaits every woman. I thought my mother and I had instilled this in you all.” The man walks around the desk and sits on its edge almost beside me so that he can brush his fingertips against my cheeks. “You are our great pride. You will be the same for your husband. Lucky him.”

“So… who will it be?” I ask timidly.

“You will find out in time. You will like it. Of that I am certain.” Father blinks one eyelid at me. “First the engagement and a few… procedures involved.”

“Procedures?” I asked.

“Your mother will prepare you. You have nothing to fear. Well… That is all. You may return to your duties, my child.”

“Thank you, father.” I bow my head before I leave my father’s office.

My preparations for the nuptials began almost immediately… although I did not know to whom I would be married. I also still didn’t know anything about the procedures I was to go through and my father had mentioned them.

“The doctor will be with you shortly, lie still, my lady.” The maid instructed me.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with me, but it was necessary for the engagement to be announced. That is what mother and one of my brothers said.

So I was fulfilling a commitment. I lay in my huge bed, dressed in something like a nightdress, but much shorter than a standard one, for here the linen material ended above my knee.

I didn’t wait too long as the door to my room soon opened. I saw a man with blonde hair and at first sight he was two heads taller than me.

He placed his brown leather bag on the table that was next to the bed.

“Lady Cecily? I’m doctor Mason. I am here to confirm your readiness for the sacrament of marriage. I understand that this is your first examination of this kind, but I assure you that you have nothing to fear.” The young doctor sent me a weak smile. “ At first, I ask you to move down toward the base of the bed and spread your legs.”

“What? “ I could not believe what I had just heard. Red was on my cheeks almost immediately.

“Lady Cecily. It would be far better for yourself to do it voluntarily. Neither of us wants it to be unpleasant, do we?” he warned.

I obediently move down and spread my thighs. I seek solace in looking at the ceiling of my bedroom. It was decorated with hierubines that were supposed to watch over the cleanliness and good conduct of the girls.

“Wider. Lady Cecily, I will have to say a word to your father and husband-to-be. None of them will be pleased.”

“Excuse me… I never… “ I’m at a loss for words, but I spread my legs as he asks me. This contributes to the material of the garment falling up over my stomach and the man can now see my femininity.

“It’s very nice…” I feel the touch of a stranger’s single fingers on me. In a place so carefully hidden. The blonde man takes a seat on the stool between my legs. “I can see the hymen. It is not too thin That’s good. Your spouse will be pleased with this gift. Are you sinning?”

“Am I sinning?”  I ask almost in a whisper.

“Have you ever touched yourself in a sinful way? In places… that you shouldn’t have? Don’t lie. I’m a representative of the church. God listens and can punish.”

“No, no, never! I swear.” I plead terrified, but almost immediately I let out a shrill scream. I feel something inside me.

“Relax, it’s a good sign… Your husband will have something to work on.” I watch as the doctor slides one of his fingers out of the copper.  “With God’s Grace, you will not be a less fruitful woman than your mother. Undress.”

I untied the 3 bows on the front of the shirt without protest. I didn’t want my future spouse to think I was a troublemaker. I am far from it. I rose to a sitting position when asked to do so.

“Considerable for such a young person, but very nice. 85d to my eye.” He affirms, squeezing both my breasts in his hand, which makes me squeal. “Sensitive… Your husband will be really happy. Have you eaten anything since yesterday?”

“No, my mother told me not to eat anything after breakfast yesterday. The test could give bad results.”

I look up as the man walks away towards his leather bag. He looks for something for a moment.

“You have a wise mother. Kneel down politely on the floor.”

I do so, but first I throw on and tie my petticoat. I see the doctor smile but say nothing for a long moment. He takes slow steps towards me with something shiny in his hand, but I can’t see what it is.

“Open your mouth wide.” he ordered.

I do so immediately and unexpectedly the doctor stuffs something into my mouth, sort of like a bite block that a dentist might use, and ties it at the back of my head. My mouth opens even wider, which causes a slight pain.

“Take it easy. Put your hands behind your back and let them stay there.” The man sighs somewhat amused. “Now listen to me carefully. We must see how much you can take… it’s very important.”

Take? I understood absolutely nothing. I wanted to talk to the man, but my mouth was opened by some metal. I could not form anything into words. I kneel impatiently as the man walks towards his bag again and firmly presses something to the wall mirror. I am unable to see it for a long moment. Then at last I see it! I have heard about this… but a long time ago I put it out of my mind. Wives had to please their husbands in many ways when they were pregnant, often doing it with their mouths, wrapping their lips tightly around the penis to please the man. The doctor came to me and helped me to stand up, leading me to a kind of test where I knelt down again, facing the mirror.

“I know that the lesson programme for female marriage preparation talks about this. However, I understand that you may have forgotten. What you see is a dildo. Silicone. Here on the side.” He points his finger to the right side of the tool.  Numbers appear every few centimetres.

“This will tell us what level you are starting from. Hence the spider gag in your mouth so you can get the best possible result.”

I look at the man, at the reproduction of the male penis. It is so big and thick… I can’t take it. Indeed, it’s a good thing I haven’t eaten anything… although my stomach is starting to hurt just thinking about it.

“Go ahead. I won’t finish this visit until you take.”

I squeeze my hands together behind my back and slowly slide the dildo into my mouth. I start to choke when I feel it at the starting point of my throat and almost immediately pull my head back, causing me to cough and my eyes fill with tears.

“Try again,” he orders.

“I ca ca.” I want to say I can’t make it, but I can’t form any words and all doctor can hear is sobbing.

“Take it easy. Many young women fail to do this properly.” The doctor kneels beside me. “I’ll push your head and hold it for a while Okay? This might hurt a little.”

I nod in acknowledgement that I agree, although the truth is that he didn’t need my consent. I felt his large but gentle hands sink into my brown curly hair and after a moment he pushed my head without indicating. I’m running out of air, so my hands are almost immediately on the wall to push back. My saliva flows out of my mouth onto the floor and mixes with my tears. Soon the push subsides and I gasp loudly for air.

“10 centimetres. Perfect for a start, young lady.” I feel him unbuckle the strap from the spider gag on the back of my head and pull out the dildo.

“In the face of everything, I can confirm that you can marry. You can stand up, Lady Cecily.”

Although I was still a little stunned, a smile appeared on my face. My parents will be proud, especially my father.

“Thank you doctor and… I apologize for my behaviour.”

“Nothing has happened. Fortunately, you turned out to be as obedient as you are said to be.” The man hides the instruments in his bag and pulls out a notebook. “You bleed regularly, according to your mother… The only thing I can recommend is vitamins. This will help in creating a family and in bringing new life into this world.” He speaks confidently and writes down on a piece of paper, which he seals at the end. “God bless you, young bride.”

I say goodbye to the doctor, and immediately after him mother enters the chambers, before whom I bow as I did before my father to pay my respects.

“The doctor has praised you. Father is delighted. So is your fiancé.”

“Who is it? My fiancé?”

“Daughter… These things only happen at the altar.”  She says amused by my question, which I could ask several times a day. “Now you must be clothed and this must go back to its place.” She points to my belt, my virginity belt.

I have worn this attribute of maturity since I started menstruating. This has happened to every young woman in our faith. Without it, we might have sinned and tarnished the honour of the family, thus derailing any chance of a favourable marriage. It was locked with a key, and this was put in father’s possession. On the wedding day it will be given to my husband.

“Do married women… have to wear it too, mother?” I ask as she helps me put it on and then locks it.

“Depends on their husbands. When they are in a blessed state, they usually don’t, at least in the later stages of pregnancy.”

I look at my mother. She was only 36 years old and pregnant, another fruit of my parents’ marriage. My mother has never been without a child for more than 2 years. My parents believed that procreation was the purpose for which God created man and woman. They fulfilled it scrupulously. The Church also had this as the highest value of human life, especially of a woman.

“Your underwear needs to be replaced. This one is too childish for a married woman.” mother says. “The same with your dresses… but here your spouse will have a word.”

“I will put on your corset. A young married woman has no right to hunch over.” Mother pulls out my white Victorian-style corset from the wardrobe, to which I obediently allow myself to adorn and tie it, even though it was an uncomfortable piece of clothing.

“Can it be a little looser, please?”

“Wait a minute. You will soon get used to it. Look here, my dear.” I turn to the mirror & see my image. No one dreams of such a waist.

I smile because I would be lying if I didn’t like seeing how small I can be at this point on my body.

“Will my sister Elizabeth be coming to my nuptials?”

“It is hard to say. She is expecting a baby. It is a delicate time for a woman. You will see for yourself soon enough.”

A woman puts a white dress with embroidered sunflowers on me. My shoulders were prominent, so I was a bit surprised by this choice by my parent. However, I immediately understood that this little boldness was meant to imply that I was expecting the wedding. Exactly. Wedding!

“So when? When will it happen?” I ask.

“In a few days… Our faith wants a girl to become a woman on her fertile days, preferably on those… the most important ones. Yours is coming.”

For days afterwards, preparations were underway for the big event. The family and the servants were preparing for my wedding.

My belongings were packed, although most of my clothes remained. I was assured that a wardrobe tailor-made for a married woman awaited me in my new home. Mostly my cosmetics, bedding and a small collection of jewelry were completed.

I was obliged to go to bed early. Like a younger sibling, I was supposed to be in bed by 8.30 p.m. already. All this so that I would not be a tired bride. I was also taught the art of make-up and made sure my body was smooth. Husbands did not tolerate unnecessary hair.

“Lady Cecily, a box for you.” a servant said from the hall.

“A box? At this hour?” I ask surprised when the maid puts the box on my bed. It was of considerable size and wrapped in cobalt ribbon.  I have never received a package before bedtime. “Thank you. You may go.”  I had just come out of the bath wearing my robe and my belt was off for the bath.

I waited until I was alone and with great excitement began to open… a gift? I guess you could call it that. I took a deep breath and lifted the lid.

My God… what… white lace underwear appeared before my eyes. I took one part, which was supposed to be panties, but… it didn’t cover anything.

Only after a while did I see a small card. I take it in my hands with a trembling heart.

“Hello My Spouse-to-be. I’m sure you’re surprised by the contents of the package. Consider it a gift for the night that will make us soon married.”

“I will be extremely pleased to see you in it. I believe that you care about pleasing your husband.”

“Nevertheless, I know that you are a woman undefiled in deed or word. But I want to let you have a taste of the married life. I’ve discussed this with your parents, so you don’t have to worry about me tarnishing your good name.”

“At the bottom of the packet is something like an egg and a gel. I would like you to moisten your womanhood and gently insert the egg as deep as you can, my doll… ”

I lifted the full material of my underwear and pulled out a pink ball from under it. It did indeed look like a small egg. I took a deep breath and placed a few drops of gel on my fingers. I opened my legs and this opened up my womanhood. I rubbed some of the gel in, but thought it might be worth doing with the toy itself. I breathed deeply to relax and do the job properly. I moaned several times, feeling my hole being expanded and trying to swallow I took a piece of paper in my hands to read the rest of the letter.

“ Once you’ve done that, put on your belt. We don’t want a sinful moment to come over you. Give the key back to your maid who is waiting outside the door.”

“Then take your phone and call the number below…”

“Your future husband”

I was extremely uncomfortable in something inside. I was taking big steps, and it was apparently going to stay in me for an unknown amount of time. After putting on my virgin belt, I handed over the key to the maid who was indeed waiting outside the door

I sat on the bed, but this position was uncomfortable and I did much better when I lay down. I picked up the phone and with my thoughts swirling I called the number indicated. I did not wait long, because the call was answered.

“Um… hello? Lady Cecily?” I heard a warm male tone. Nice one.

“Yes, my Lord.”

“Okay.. so we can start.”

“Start wha, ah, ah!”  I screamed as I felt some vibrations in my womb, but almost immediately closed my mouth with one hand and the vibrations stopped.

“ What’s wrong, doll?” I heard the man’s amusement. “Forgive me. Apparently that’s too much to start with. I want you to lie down politely. Relaxed and closed eyes.”

I felt the vibrations again, but were much softer. But I couldn’t help but sigh.

They grew stronger every moment, and that made my breathing heavy. I felt the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten and the tension grew.

“Oh My…” I sigh loudly, but then the vibration stops. “What? why…”

“You need to rest, little doll. I cannot let you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. It awaits you only in our life together.”

“It was wonderful. Thank you… what’s your name?”

“You’ll find out soon. Now go to sleep as a good girl.” He said, then hung up. I experienced something like this for the first time… and it’s not the end, apparently. So, the life of a married woman… was also pleasurable?

by Lady_Mary for Literotica