He tests your wetness.He tests your wetness. "So quick!" he says. He probes you deeply, gently but with a strength which will not be denied. Your face goes lax and your mouth opens slightly. You sigh. You reach out and feel his hardness through his velvet crotch. He removes your hand, kisses it, and whispers, "Later you will feel it." He returns his attention to your thighs and sex. You don't know what to do with your hands. He will not allow you to do anything. You rest them on the leather seat. He makes a game of seeing how far down your thighs he can draw your wetness. By now your knees are far apart. You feel warm and flushed and enjoy the coolness on your legs as your fluids evaporate. Since you must be passive you sink down into the leather and his arms and allow yourself to drift into a dreamlike reverie. You are vaguely aware that he is toying with you, increasing your arousal, then letting it subside. Your body feels warm and heavy. It seems like every peak is a little higher than the one before. You wish he would increase the tempo but at the same time it doesn't matter. What a whore I am! you think, here in the middle of nowhere with my legs spread wide enough to take in an army. Your throat feels dry. "Enter me," you say in a hoarse whisper. The carriage slows and turns. "We are here," he announces. He bends you forward and fastens a wide leather collar around your neck. He fastens your cloak and leads you into the mansion. You feel a little dizzy and disoriented. "Your guests have arrived, sir." "Thank you Mathilde. No, she will keep her cloak on for now." He leads you into a large room. "Hello, Johnny!" several voices call out. "Hi, Johnny," a short man's voice says nearby. "Your friend is quite lovely, and such a becoming flush! You will introduce us later." "Of course, Count," he replies. They begin to chat. You hold onto your lover's arm and begin to wonder how much you can tell about the room and the guests. There is a feeling of space in the room and you can identify one other group of guests talking. It seems to be two men, one quite young, and a woman with a gravelly voice. Your lover turns slightly. "Thank you, Mathilde. Everyone, dinner is ready. If you will please take your seats." He leads you to a chair and says, "Mathilde will feed you. |