The Duke's Kamasutra

The Exploration of His Body

He unwraps my towel and lounges back onto the bed, folding his hands behind his head. He smiles indulgently and says „go ahead, my dear. Take a look at what's yours, at least at this moment."

„You are still dressed, my lord."

„Then unwrap your present."

I tentatively open the top button of his shirt and look inquiringly at him. He just smiles at me and I tug his shirt out of his breeches and pull it over his head. I take my fill of his male physique which I quite like. His skin is pale and stretches tight over strong muscles while a trail of contrasting dark hair disappearing into his breeches. I itch to follow it with my fingers and he seems to perceive my intention.

„You are allowed to touch, you know" he smirks.

I start to pet his fur and giggle „you have chest hair."

„Indeed, and do you like it?"

„I don't know, it's so droll." My hands stroke up again over his hair and start to fondle his shoulders and arms „and your muscles are much harder than mine... how so?"

„Because I am a man, I ride and I fence and my muscles are not the only thing incredibly hard at the moment. Now get to my placket and free me before I explode in my breeches."

„Explode?" I squeak alarmed while he wiggles his pelvis suggestively and I hasten to open his placket. I look doubtfully at him when he laughs and expeditiously shrugs his breeches and small clothes off. His sinuous body lounges in front of me, gloriously nude from head to toe and especially in the middle. I stare at his most male part, standing proudly erect and looking much bigger than any penis in my anatomy books. Well probably because those males were dead and this one looks utterly alive.

„Touch it" he orders. I carefully touch his member with the tip of my index. It twitches while he groans and closes his eyes and I skittishly pull my hand back. "Did I hurt you?" He looks at me through narrow slits and counters "Did it hurt when I touched you?" through clenched teath. So no, he seems to enjoy himself if I can transfer my former reactions to his situation. I have to giggle again and start to stroke the satiny skin over his quivering rod with my fingertips. It is hard as steel underneath but covered with rose-petal-soft skin.

„Take me in your hand before you give me apoplexy" he groans and squeezes my hand around his shaft, pumping me up and down in a rhythmic motion. I am a passenger on his sensual ride, relishing in his pleasure and capturing his changing facial expressions while his breath quickens. I sense more and more moisture between my fingers and the lubrication eases my glides on his now rock hard rod.

He urges me on „harder, girl, grip me harder", and groans when I intensify my own hold under his hand. „Now watch me... do you watch me?" he grunts. I watch mesmerized as he throw his head back, bares his taut tendons in his neck and groans deeply while his cock starts to jerk, pulsing hot white liquid into my hands and on the flat of his stomach. His body goes limp while he eases the motion on his penis slowly down, covering its head carefully with his foreskin, still keeping my hand enclosed around his member.

He pulls me alongside his body, giving me another fight of the tongue and says „did you like my explosion?"

I have to giggle and squeeze his penis. „Your explosion is quite a sticky incident, my lord."

He guffaws and takes a handkerchief from the bedside cabinet to wipe his semen away. Then he pulls the blanket over our naked bodies, squeezes my bottom and quips „you just gave me a tremendous relief but you are right: tomorrow, you will reduce the sticky residue with the art of kissing and licking my penis to completion".

I am shocked and stare at him open-mouthed. "Yes, exactly there" he grins and enters my mouth with his thumb, rubbing my tongue in a sensual rythm. "But let us sleep now, we have a long journey tomorrow" and against all odds after his sensual assault, I instantly fall asleep in his warm embrace.