smile.
He led her to a luxurious sofa, holding up the silver cup and admiring the fine craftsmanship which went into the making. “Megan wants you to excite her customers to the extent that they join in a contest.”
Megan sniggered, rubbing her plump sex lips through the black silk of her dress.
Zacora was still at a loss and she looked at Harold to enlighten her.
“The customers stand in a line…”
“Customers?” she interrupted.
Harold sighed. “Megan likes to play at being a harlot.” The whole charade was irritating for him when he wanted, so much, to take Zacora for himself, but until he he had news from the palace the time was not right.
“The customers stand in a line at the ready,” he explained. “Stiff and rigid!” Harold smiled at her again, taking out his own equipment from his richly embroidered gown.
“Oh,” sighed Zacora. “Must I pleasure them with hands and mouth?”
“You do neither!” said Megan curtly. “It is for me to cosset my customers with my mouth or stroke them with hands dressed in leather, silk, fur or velvet. Whatever pleases them. You will be chained to the wall as an added bonus to my pleasuring.”
Harold nodded. “The goblet is to collect the spume of their lust.”
Zacora looked at both her captors. “But it is a drinking goblet.”
“And you shall drink, my dear,” said Harold, lying back on the sofa.
Zacora’s sapphire eyes, lashes lowered, focused on the beauty of his penis, rearing mightily from his lower belly. Since Ogham stole her virginity her experience of male organs had increased enormously, but Harold’s was beautiful. It wasn’t simply its size, but the throbbing power which it exuded. The sight of it made the melting feeling spread from her belly to her whole body.
The huge oak doors of the chamber swung open and three men swaggered in. “Ah, Megan’s first gentlemen callers of the evening,” said Harold, raising to greet them. “Please feel free to be casual,” he invited, letting his own gown swing open again. He turned to Megan. “And begin the girl’s preparation.”
Megan strutted across to the visitors, her plump body lush in its near nakedness. The tight suspender belt cut into the flesh of her waist as the attachments to her black stockings framed the darkness of her bush. She posed her heavy breasts and fingered her huge nipples to hard erection. Harold gave her pillowed buttocks a playful pat and she grinned at him coquettishly as she passed. The three arriving customers were given the full treatment!
Zacora bowed her head as Megan had instructed her and unfolded her willowy body to stand upright. The diaphanous gown was held closed by only three fastenings at the front so it was a simple matter to slip it from her shoulders, leaving her clad only in the belt and goblet. This silver item lay a little below her silver fronded mound. In the subdued lighting the flesh and the metal seemed to blend into one glorious whole. The new arrivals gasped in sheer delight and hurried to make themselves comfortable and casual as Harold suggested.
Megan led her new sex slave to a shallow alcove lined with red plush. There were silver cuffs at four places in the alcove and at the centre of those four points there was a solid silver ring, large enough to be snapped around a small waist.
“Will you hold her ankles?” Megan asked two of the newcomers.
They were only too eager. “We shall be placing her upside down, you see,” Megan went on to explain. “Legs nice and wide to fit in the upper cuffs.”
The silver cuffs were snapped shut. Zacora was trapped with her long legs splayed wide open. The plush tickled the fine skin of her back. It was not an unpleasant sensation, but she could feel the blood rushing to her head and she could only see vague shadows of the men through her silver curtain of hair.
“Hm,” murmured Megan, “yes, a delightful sight.” The dew of mild excitement was gathering on the silver fronds of
He led her to a luxurious sofa, holding up the silver cup and admiring the fine craftsmanship which went into the making. “Megan wants you to excite her customers to the extent that they join in a contest.”
Megan sniggered, rubbing her plump sex lips through the black silk of her dress.
Zacora was still at a loss and she looked at Harold to enlighten her.
“The customers stand in a line…”
“Customers?” she interrupted.
Harold sighed. “Megan likes to play at being a harlot.” The whole charade was irritating for him when he wanted, so much, to take Zacora for himself, but until he he had news from the palace the time was not right.
“The customers stand in a line at the ready,” he explained. “Stiff and rigid!” Harold smiled at her again, taking out his own equipment from his richly embroidered gown.
“Oh,” sighed Zacora. “Must I pleasure them with hands and mouth?”
“You do neither!” said Megan curtly. “It is for me to cosset my customers with my mouth or stroke them with hands dressed in leather, silk, fur or velvet. Whatever pleases them. You will be chained to the wall as an added bonus to my pleasuring.”
Harold nodded. “The goblet is to collect the spume of their lust.”
Zacora looked at both her captors. “But it is a drinking goblet.”
“And you shall drink, my dear,” said Harold, lying back on the sofa.
Zacora’s sapphire eyes, lashes lowered, focused on the beauty of his penis, rearing mightily from his lower belly. Since Ogham stole her virginity her experience of male organs had increased enormously, but Harold’s was beautiful. It wasn’t simply its size, but the throbbing power which it exuded. The sight of it made the melting feeling spread from her belly to her whole body.
The huge oak doors of the chamber swung open and three men swaggered in. “Ah, Megan’s first gentlemen callers of the evening,” said Harold, raising to greet them. “Please feel free to be casual,” he invited, letting his own gown swing open again. He turned to Megan. “And begin the girl’s preparation.”
Megan strutted across to the visitors, her plump body lush in its near nakedness. The tight suspender belt cut into the flesh of her waist as the attachments to her black stockings framed the darkness of her bush. She posed her heavy breasts and fingered her huge nipples to hard erection. Harold gave her pillowed buttocks a playful pat and she grinned at him coquettishly as she passed. The three arriving customers were given the full treatment!
Zacora bowed her head as Megan had instructed her and unfolded her willowy body to stand upright. The diaphanous gown was held closed by only three fastenings at the front so it was a simple matter to slip it from her shoulders, leaving her clad only in the belt and goblet. This silver item lay a little below her silver fronded mound. In the subdued lighting the flesh and the metal seemed to blend into one glorious whole. The new arrivals gasped in sheer delight and hurried to make themselves comfortable and casual as Harold suggested.
Megan led her new sex slave to a shallow alcove lined with red plush. There were silver cuffs at four places in the alcove and at the centre of those four points there was a solid silver ring, large enough to be snapped around a small waist.
“Will you hold her ankles?” Megan asked two of the newcomers.
They were only too eager. “We shall be placing her upside down, you see,” Megan went on to explain. “Legs nice and wide to fit in the upper cuffs.”
The silver cuffs were snapped shut. Zacora was trapped with her long legs splayed wide open. The plush tickled the fine skin of her back. It was not an unpleasant sensation, but she could feel the blood rushing to her head and she could only see vague shadows of the men through her silver curtain of hair.
“Hm,” murmured Megan, “yes, a delightful sight.” The dew of mild excitement was gathering on the silver fronds of
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