The English Lord Rules the Manor
The realization of what was about to happen hit Sara like a slap in the face. It was bad enough to be forced to watch her own sister sucking a man’s prick, but now he wanted her. At least he wanted her naked.
“Obey,” Matilda warned her sister. Matilda went to work on her sister’s dress, slowly opening it up to tease the Lord. She pushed the dress off of her shoulders and down her arms until her young, firm breasts popped free of the tight confines.
Lord Chambers stroked his cock as he watched the sisters perform for him, both of them naked to the waist in the bright light of the outdoors.
“I don’t want her changing her mind at the last minute. Stand next to the ladder Sara.” The tall wooden ladder was propped conveniently against the wall. He loved the look on Sara’s face when he said it. “I like my girls tied down.”
Lord Chambers stood back to admire his bound beauty, his cock jutting out obscenely in front of him, his hand stroking it thicker and longer. “You are too dressed for me. Let me see the rest of that virgin body.”
Sara tried to move out of the way, but her wrists kept her pinned. Lord Chambers pulled the dress down over the womanly swell of her hips. Sara felt the material brushing over shorn mound as he pulled it down to leave her sex naked for the first time in front of a man. She felt a shiver run through her loins, her sex so sensitive since Matilda made her shave her bush. “Older men like girls shorn bald as if they were young girls,” Matilda had told her.
. “Play with her tits, Matilda,” the words shocking Matilda when she heard them. She had seen her sister naked, but that was the extent of it. Lord Chambers wanted her to use her mouth and hands on Sara’s breasts just like a boy would do. She knew she couldn’t disobey him, hoping that he wouldn’t ask any more incestuous acts. “Sorry,” she whispered to Sara, her tongue licking at one harden nipple, her hand clenching her breast to hold it up so she could lavish her oral attention on it.
Lord Chambers went about the enjoyable task of exploring the virgin girl’s sex. “Spread your legs,” Sara not obeying quick enough, his fingers pinching her inner thighs until she complied with his order. Two fingers found her puffy lips and spread them apart, her pink pussy exposed to his eyes. “Look how tight she is.”
Sara felt the shame, feeling the hot breath of the Lord on her sex, his face only inches from her virgin mound. She had to obey and spread her legs in spite of knowing that it only made her more vulnerable to be penetrated. She felt fingers on her sex, pulling apart her lips to expose her obscenely in the bright sunlight. She feared the Lord and the cane he still held in one hand.
Lord Chambers began to rub the harsh tip of the cane along her pussy lips, pushing them aside as he sought out her virgin hole. Matilda was busy with her tongue, lapping Sara’s tips into hardness, biting on them until Sara groaned.
“Bring me the candles; I love it when hot wax drops on her sensitive skin. Let us test your sister’s resolve.”
“No!” crying out when she saw the candles. He wouldn’t burn her with the hot wax, would he?
“Spread her wide,” both of them pulling Sara’s legs open until they were bent almost at a right angle, the plane of her sex exposed. Matilda held one white candle, he the other, both of them glowing from the flame.
He was surprised that the candle slipped in so easily, the tip going in less then a half an inch. He could see the moisture around her lips. “This should silence your screams.” He took the rod and made her bite on it.
He could smell her pussy, but he wanted to taste her virgin juices. He pushed the candle in deeper until he felt it bang against her hymen. His tongue began to work on her, rubbing the top of her pubes, his eyes watching the flame slowly burn the wax.
“More, pour more on her,” the Lord excited, reaching down to bite on the closest nipple, his teeth sliding back and forth over the hardened nub as Matilda continued to bathe Sara’s body with the hot wax.
He grabbed a forceps, a lovely tool that he had borrowed from the doctor and snapped it on Sara’s nipple, yanking it up by the trapped flesh. He felt her hot breath on his cock. “Yes, suck my cock Sara.”
“Suck it,” he ordered her again. She opened her mouth, placing his organ on her lips, flooding her taste buds with the thick, salty crème that leaked from the tip. She had no choice, feeding more of the rigid organ into her mouth, her lips closing around the thick helmet, her tongue going to work on it. As her tongue dashed over the tip, she excited more fluids to leak out the head, filling her mouth with the thick, salty juices.
Matilda took the forceps, pinching one puffy lip in the metal jaws, pulling open Sara’s pussy, pushing back her puffy lips to expose her inner lips, pink and wet. “GGLLL,” Sara cried out, another clamp attached to her body, this time her sister clamping one of her sensitive pussy lips until the two jaws of the forceps almost met, her skin pinched so tight. pushing the spout of the teapot into her pussy. “I’m making sure you are wet for me.”
“Let me show you how it is done Sara,” Lord Chambers grabbing the forceps and picking up the china teapot, filled with warm water. He spread her pussy one with the forceps, pushing the spout of the teapot into her pussy. “I’m making sure you are wet for me.”pushing the spout of the teapot into her pussy. “I’m making sure you are wet for me.”
Sara couldn’t believe what they were doing to her. The Lord’s mouth was giving her pleasure that she never felt before, her body responding to the tongue that ran intimately up and down her slit. His finger was discerning, rubbing back and forth over her pleasure button, the excitement growing between her legs.
It felt like she was opened so wide, her lips pulled back until they ached, the air blowing over her wet pussy. Now he was spitting on her pussy, threatening to take her virginity in the final degrading act.