The Duke's Kamasutra

Force of Desire

I lie on my belly in the nude and the freshly laundered bedlinen titillate my senses pleasantly. He's sitting astride my buttocks and massages my knotted back muscles with a scented oil he conjured up from one of his travel bags. My eyes cross as he finds every blasted knot and revels in pressing them hard. I moan and hear him chuckle.

„It will be a pleasure to hear your moans when I massage you internally but first we have to get you drenching wet, my dear" he states darkly and flips me onto my back pinning my arms under his hips again, making me helpless. He starts to press my pectorals with sure strokes, touching my nipples slightly with every go. I feel that tingle again between my legs and begin to squirm restlessly under his buttocks.

„Such an impatient girl ... do you wish me to fuck you now, my dear?" he ask me cheekily. I just nod eagerly, observing his beautiful elongating cock, licking my lips.

„I assume it is the first time for you to have congress with a man?" he continues more serious now, „do you really want me to proceed? It is, after all, an irreversible act."

I nod again but feeling a bit at a loss. He strokes my breasts again, circling my nipples and pinching the hardening buds between his fingers. I sharply inhale at the lightning zinging to my groin, feeling the resulting wetness dripping down between my buttocks and forgetting my melancholic musing instantly. He rolls to my side and guides his hand to my core, stroking my maiden hair.

„The Kamasutra states that men who are of the long-timed kind are most loved by females. However, in the beginning, you may not bear any vigorous attempt at fornicating as a woman passion has to be ignited till her channel is wet enough for the passionate thrusts of a lover. I will prepare you now to bring you ecstasy because the moment I impale you the first time I may not be able to hold back. I dreamt of rutting your channel many times and my desire for you is a burning flame I may not contain." He inserts his middle finger to the hilt and curves it, rubbing strongly over the front side of my vagina while he circles my clit with his thumb. I start panting during his heavenly administrations and my body winds up like a spring until the pressure bursts into a firework lightning before my inner eye. My legs shake in the aftermath and a fine shine of sweat covers my nude body.

And then the unexpected happens: He cradles me to his front and pulls me on top of him. I lift my head and watch him with a questioning look. He starts to move his hips and rubs his member under my pussy while pushing me into a kneeling position. „I find it eases the deflowering act when the woman can regulate the intrusion" he states devilishly, placing my hands onto his shoulder. „Lift your delectable buttocks, my love" and I follow his instruction. He takes his rod into his hand and places it under my center, nudging me to lower myself onto the crown of his penis. He holds my hips while I wiggle my core to accommodate his girth and gasp at the alien feeling.

„Careful, my love. This may hurt" he grounds out as I lower myself slowly down. He trails his fingers to my clit and starts to glide over it from side to side. I jolt and drop down a bit, experiencing a pinching sensation before I touch down on his groin, feeling his tickling pubic hair between my thighs. He continues to circle my nub and I dig my fingernails in his shoulders while my fire ignites again and I start to bob up and down, rubbing myself internally on his iron rod and externally on his knuckles. With his other hand he strokes my dancing breasts while I get myself into a frenzy on his delicious flesh with the help of his hand until I release a moan and spasm around him multiple times.

He circles my nape, pulls me down into a delicious kiss and whispers a warning into my ear: „My turn now" when he holds my upper body in a vice-grip and starts to piston my soaked hole in earnest. I feel him grow even more inside me, hearing the squishing sounds from the animalistic movement under me and his not very ducal grunts turn up in their volume. He grips my buttocks hard with a unsophisticated shout, twitching inside me and holding us motionless for several seconds while he burrows his head in the crook of my neck. I feel warm fluid dripping from my core and a dull ache reminding me of the irreversible: I am a virgin no more.

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