In my half-asleep state, I felt something soft and warm wrapping around me, and knew that, awake or not, I was being pleasured.
Mmmn… Slrp… Shhhlrrp.
I reached out towards the moist sounds, and my hand met with smooth, silken hair. As I stroked it, I heard an affectionate voice.
“Good morning, dearest.”
“Oh, hey, Olivia. Morning.”
As I stroked her hair, I gradually came awake. We were in the bedroom of the mansion. After our bath, we had gone to bed naked together, and then… Aha. Waking up to my wife’s oral service was the best thing ever. I lay back and let her do the work, caressing her hair all the while.
“Mmmch, mmphlll, phhwll…”
Ah, that’s nice. Olivia, with my dick in her mouth, was using the tip of her tongue to skillfully stroke the most pleasurable places.
“Mmm! That feels really good, Olivia.”
Olivia smiled contentedly, still servicing me. She stopped sucking for just long enough to position my penis between her breasts, then crept her tongue over the tip once more.
“Slrp, shhhlp. Mmmn!”
Plump and soft, Olivia’s breasts enveloped my dick. She began to move her twin mountains, creating an entirely different kind of pleasure compared to penetrative sex. With her stimulating my tip using her tongue, it wouldn’t be long before I reached climax.
“Shhlrrp, shhllp, shhwwp…”
“Oh wow, that’s too good. I’m going to cum!”
Apparently spurred on, Olivia took the tip into her mouth and licked faster. With so much pleasure and no reason for me to hold back, I grabbed Olivia’s head and shouted, “Ngh! I’m cumming!”
Splllrt, splllrt, splrrt…
“Mmmph, mmmgh, mmmgll!”
Olivia’s face, alight with satisfaction after she swallowed my load, spurred me on to greater excitement. When we weren’t having sex, she was demure and proper, but she had a wild side too, and it was mine alone.
Despite having just climaxed, my member was still rock hard. Come on, how can you blame me? It’s her fault for being such a cutie, I swear. So I scooped her up and laid her down on the bed beneath me.
“Aah! ♪ Dearest, you mustn’t! ♪”
Olivia, your mouth may say no, but that look on your face is an open invitation. And did you think I wouldn’t notice? Your nectar is flowing so freely that we don’t even need foreplay.
“It’s not fair that I’m the only one who gets to cum. This time, I’ll make you cum.”
I took her by the thighs and split her legs, reading her for missionary, then jammed my still-erect penis into her.
“Mmmmh! Aaah! Oh, by the goddess! My husband’s length is scraping me out inside!”
I first thrusted roughly and vigorously, then settled into a rhythm of smaller, more controlled movements. We had lain together main times already, but with each passing day her vagina became softer, more readily enveloping my member. I started to think—somewhat arrogantly—that it was learning my shape and how best to serve it.
“Aaaah, haaaaaaaah! Mmmngh!”
As Olivia writhed with pleasure in my arms, I cut off her moan by pressing my lips to hers—still thrusting all the while, of course.
“Mmmnnnmmnngh! Mmch, mmph, mwah…”
Our tongues tangled and twisted, leaving her unable to speak, and I succumbed to the pleasant illusion that we two were truly becoming one. I thrust in and out of her, in and out, as we copulated. At some point, Olivia had wrapped her legs around my hips, bringing us even closer together.
“Haah! Yesss, it’s so goood! Push it all the way inside me, dearest!”
The nectar flowing from between Olivia’s legs mixed with my pre-
ejaculate, foaming and soiling the sheets. I guided my tongue down to her breasts, which bounced with each thrust. I nibbled lightly on her erect nipple, and she tensed in my arms, her sheath tightening around me.
“Eeyah! Oh no, please not there! Deareeest… Aaahn, aaaah!”
“Ngh! You’re so tight that… I’m going to cum, too!”
Spulrt, spulrt, splrrrrrt.
“Haah… Olivia, was the bit with your nipple that good? You came really fast.”
“It was just such a surprise.”
What a discovery I had made! I had massaged and licked at her breasts, and I had fondled and groped them, but I hadn’t focused much on her nipples.
So she was weak to nipple play, then.
Both done and satisfied, we lay together in post-coital bliss. I held Olivia close to me, playing with her silky hair. In the midst of our rest, Olivia spoke diffidently.
“Excuse me, dear husband? I have a favor to ask.”
“Sure, of course. I’d be happy to do it.”
Olivia smiled, confused at my ready reply.
“But I didn’t even say what it was yet.”
Why should it matter? I would do anything for Olivia. It was a core belief of mine that it’s a man’s duty to accede to his wife’s wishes.
“Haha, well, I appreciate it. The truth is, I have a friend in the capital city whom I would like to notify that I’m doing well.”
★ Diane ★
“Diane Meitia, our engagement is hereby annulled! As a son of Marquess Lafond, it was unbefitting of me to stoop to wed a tawdry procuress!” the fool of a man barked at me in the midst of a ball, one night gone.
My plans for the evening had not, needless to say, included being made a mockery of, so I returned straightaway to my home, notified my parents, went to sleep at my customary hour, and awoke at my customary hour. Once I had finished my morning ablutions and descended to the family room, my father informed me that my engagement had been formally ended.
My father was far shorter than the average man, and that, combined with his balding head, gave him the impression of a seedy, young thug. Yet
holding forth from his extravagant seat, he had a strangely dignified air about him.
Considering our family’s occupation, perhaps the odd juxtaposition was only to be expected. In the Magne Kingdom, all brothels were administered by the government, and Count Meitia’s family had been tasked with their ultimate oversight. A man whose lot in life was to watch like a hawk for the appearance of unlicensed houses of ill repute, funded by cunning merchants, would not last long if he were merely a seedy little man.
A man like my father was not the sort to tolerate a man who would offer an insult like the one our family had suffered. No indeed, he would want to cut ties with someone so boorish. As a noble family who managed and supported every house of ill repute in the kingdom, we had been instilled with the values of both the nobility and the red-light district. To both our sets of values, such a lout was lower than the meanest mongrel cur.
“That Lafond boy was very insistent about annulling the engagement.
You two dated for so long, though. Do you regret it?”
It was true. My former fiancé, Charlot Lafond, had been a friend of mine since childhood. We’d been inseparable, our engagement a decision so natural and right that it had left all involved with smiles of relief. With how much we had loved each other, it would have been a lie to say that I had no regrets. But it would have been graceless to betray any longing for the man who had spurned me.
“Why should a flower chase a fleeing bee? What a thoughtless question, father.”
Very well. If the bee leaves the flower to her own devices, then all the more is she free to blossom.
“Though everyone in the capital worthy of you is obsessed with her.”
My father sighed, seeming to lament it. He referred, of course, to the very woman with whom Charlot had become obsessed: Angelique Heltor, daughter to a duke and younger sister to my friend Olivia.
Her debutante ball had been held this year, and though she was perhaps beautiful, or cute, or pretty, or some similarly appropriate term for an attractive young lady, I held that she was an absolute boor. She spoke freely to men of the general public, even going so far as to touch them. I could only imagine she was fishing for any man who would pay attention to her. Every other woman present was clearly uncomfortable.
And though Olivia warned Angelique of her improper behavior, she showed no sign of fixing her foolishness. Worse, the men who overheard them began to attack Olivia! Even her own father and brother turned against her. To be frank, I could not understand the kind of man who would detest a sweet woman like Olivia.
This is perhaps not the ideal comparison, but had she been one of our girls, we would have made her the ultimate prize, untouchable save by the most favored and noble of our patrons. Such was the peerless beauty and conduct of my friend.