could
already feel a hard node of excitement tightening in the pit of her
stomach. Perhaps it was his extraordinary ugliness, the pitted face
and bulbous nose, or a chemical response, an over-endowment of
pheromones to match his overlarge genitals: whatever it was, the
impact was startling.
'You're so
sexy,' she told him honestly.
'Am I?' he
said shyly as though a surprise to him.
She dropped to
her knees and pulled off his shoes and socks. 'Stand up.'
He did as he
was told and she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. They fell to
the floor. She tugged his boxer shorts down to his ankles too and
he stepped out of them. His penis was flaccid, as Stephanie had
come to expect. With Devlin an erection had to be provoked by
something other than nakedness: this afternoon, distracted as he
was, this was probably doubly true.
'Sit in the
bath. I'll wash your back.' Again Devlin obeyed meekly. Stephanie
soaped his back lavishly, leaning over the bath, her breasts
occasionally prodding his shoulder as she worked. She washed the
soap off with a big sponge.
'Nice?'
'Very.' He
meant it.
'Now the
front.'
She repeated
the procedure with his chest. Here the wiry hair meant she had to
use more soap to get up a thick lather.
She climbed
into the tub sitting in front of him, her legs spread out to either
side. Conveniently the taps were sited in the middle on one side so
they both could slide down the bath and rest their heads. She
closed her eyes and squeezed her legs together slightly, feeling
Devlin's hips between her calves.
'I went back
to the cellars this morning after you'd gone,' she told him without
opening her eyes. 'You knew I would, didn't you?'
'I thought you
might.'
'Don't you
want to know what I did?'
'Yes.'
'I got one of
the slaves to fuck me. I don't think he'd been allowed sex for some
time.'
'He was
very... ardent?'
'Very.'
Stephanie
slipped her foot under Devlin's thigh until she could feel his
balls resting on her toes.
'Do the same,'
she said.
She felt his
foot slide under her until his toes were brushing her pubic
hair.
'Put your toe
in,' she prompted.
Devlin pushed
forward with no result.
'It's too
dry.'
'Try
again.'
She felt his
big toe push against her labia, searching for an opening. She felt
it nudge her clitoris and then work its way lower. She tried to
wriggle herself down on to the toe but it was as though her cunt
had been sealed over by the water.
'Won't
work.'
'Push
harder.'
'It'll
hurt.'
Stephanie did
not reply. She lay back in the water. The toe pressed forward
again. It was still not in the right place. Devlin moved down
further.
'There,' she
said and he pushed hard, forcing his toe past the dryness of the
labia into the heat and wetness of her cunt. Devlin pushed his toe
deeper, enjoying the feeling. 'You must have some very imaginative
guests, judging from all the equipment you have in cellars.'
'I told you we
cater for all tastes.'
Stephanie
moaned, feeling his toe pushing forward again. The water had washed
away her juices, reducing their lubricating effect and making real
movement, in and out, difficult. Only the top of his toe, sealed
away from the water, was really wet.
'Do you watch?
What do they do? Have the slaves strung up and whipped? What do you
like to watch, Devlin? What's your favourite? Tied down on the
floor while you wank over them?' She squirmed down on his toe,
enjoying the strangeness of the sensation. She was surprised at how
it filled her cunt, but then perhaps his toes matched the
proportions of his fingers.
'I've never
been toe-fucked before.' She opened her eyes and looked at Devlin.
His erection had risen like Excalibur from the bathwater.
'Can I fuck
you properly?' he said.
By way of
answer she climbed out of the bath, feeling his toe pop out of her
cunt like the cork from a bottle of champagne. She bent over the
side of the bath, opening her legs and thrusting her arse into the
air, water running from her body on to the marble floor.
'Like
already feel a hard node of excitement tightening in the pit of her
stomach. Perhaps it was his extraordinary ugliness, the pitted face
and bulbous nose, or a chemical response, an over-endowment of
pheromones to match his overlarge genitals: whatever it was, the
impact was startling.
'You're so
sexy,' she told him honestly.
'Am I?' he
said shyly as though a surprise to him.
She dropped to
her knees and pulled off his shoes and socks. 'Stand up.'
He did as he
was told and she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. They fell to
the floor. She tugged his boxer shorts down to his ankles too and
he stepped out of them. His penis was flaccid, as Stephanie had
come to expect. With Devlin an erection had to be provoked by
something other than nakedness: this afternoon, distracted as he
was, this was probably doubly true.
'Sit in the
bath. I'll wash your back.' Again Devlin obeyed meekly. Stephanie
soaped his back lavishly, leaning over the bath, her breasts
occasionally prodding his shoulder as she worked. She washed the
soap off with a big sponge.
'Nice?'
'Very.' He
meant it.
'Now the
front.'
She repeated
the procedure with his chest. Here the wiry hair meant she had to
use more soap to get up a thick lather.
She climbed
into the tub sitting in front of him, her legs spread out to either
side. Conveniently the taps were sited in the middle on one side so
they both could slide down the bath and rest their heads. She
closed her eyes and squeezed her legs together slightly, feeling
Devlin's hips between her calves.
'I went back
to the cellars this morning after you'd gone,' she told him without
opening her eyes. 'You knew I would, didn't you?'
'I thought you
might.'
'Don't you
want to know what I did?'
'Yes.'
'I got one of
the slaves to fuck me. I don't think he'd been allowed sex for some
time.'
'He was
very... ardent?'
'Very.'
Stephanie
slipped her foot under Devlin's thigh until she could feel his
balls resting on her toes.
'Do the same,'
she said.
She felt his
foot slide under her until his toes were brushing her pubic
hair.
'Put your toe
in,' she prompted.
Devlin pushed
forward with no result.
'It's too
dry.'
'Try
again.'
She felt his
big toe push against her labia, searching for an opening. She felt
it nudge her clitoris and then work its way lower. She tried to
wriggle herself down on to the toe but it was as though her cunt
had been sealed over by the water.
'Won't
work.'
'Push
harder.'
'It'll
hurt.'
Stephanie did
not reply. She lay back in the water. The toe pressed forward
again. It was still not in the right place. Devlin moved down
further.
'There,' she
said and he pushed hard, forcing his toe past the dryness of the
labia into the heat and wetness of her cunt. Devlin pushed his toe
deeper, enjoying the feeling. 'You must have some very imaginative
guests, judging from all the equipment you have in cellars.'
'I told you we
cater for all tastes.'
Stephanie
moaned, feeling his toe pushing forward again. The water had washed
away her juices, reducing their lubricating effect and making real
movement, in and out, difficult. Only the top of his toe, sealed
away from the water, was really wet.
'Do you watch?
What do they do? Have the slaves strung up and whipped? What do you
like to watch, Devlin? What's your favourite? Tied down on the
floor while you wank over them?' She squirmed down on his toe,
enjoying the strangeness of the sensation. She was surprised at how
it filled her cunt, but then perhaps his toes matched the
proportions of his fingers.
'I've never
been toe-fucked before.' She opened her eyes and looked at Devlin.
His erection had risen like Excalibur from the bathwater.
'Can I fuck
you properly?' he said.
By way of
answer she climbed out of the bath, feeling his toe pop out of her
cunt like the cork from a bottle of champagne. She bent over the
side of the bath, opening her legs and thrusting her arse into the
air, water running from her body on to the marble floor.
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