Washington's Mistress

S.E.V.E.N

The next I awoke to the strange sounds of nothing bustling about. The air held certain calmness to it that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I walked down the stairs in my night gown and was instantly ushered into the corner by a blurred figure. I looked up at the figure expecting George but it was Samuel. He looked a bit flushed from what I didn’t know, but he looked good all the same.

His neck tie was slightly askew and his cravat was barely hanging on his form. His eyes were ablaze with a certain passion I wasn’t sure I had seen yet. He held me close enough that I could barely smell the alcohol on his breath. His hair was tousled in that adorable manner that all woman love. “Marcy.”

“You are drunk Samuel. Please let me go, so I can get myself some breakfast.” I tried to push past him, me, but with his superior strength, I was no match for him. “Let me go Samuel.” She gave him last good push away but still he held firm.

“Promise that you will be mine Marcy. George doesn’t know what he has with you here, he will never love you like I could, and he will never cherish you like I can. Come to me Marcy.” His voice rose with every intake of breath. I felt my body start to shake with what this man could possibly do to me. “I’m in love with you Marcy.”

He pushed on my shoulders until I was kneeling on the floor in front of him. He looked at me and grabbed a piece of my hair that had slid loose of my bun. He twirled in in between his fingers. “I know that you feel something for me Marcy, and why don’t you show me exactly how much.” He pulled on the zipper in the front of his trousers. My eyes went wide when I finally caught on to what he was doing.

I pushed against his legs and tried to get up but he held me against the wall. Tears started to dribble down my cheeks. I had thought that Samuel was such a nice person but apparently I was very wrong. I looked through my tears at him and he now hand his pants around his knees. His c*ck was out and as happy as ever. He grabbed the back of my head and brought me forward.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth and just waited for all of it to be over. There was loud yelling all of a sudden and a crashing sound. I opened my eyes to see George and Samuel beating each other on the floor. George was on top and punching the shit out of Samuel’s face. With the last punch I saw Samuel pas out and then George turned toward me.

He got off his brother and on his knees he walked over to me. He grabbed my wet face in his two hands and looked into my eyes. “He didn’t do anything to you did he? Did I get here in time?” he smoothed down her dress and brought her up to his bedroom.

“What are you doing?” I asked through a few scared hiccups. He only sat me down on the bed and disappeared behind a closet door. He came back with a small black box in his hands. “What is that?”

“I didn’t want to give this to you until tonight, but seeing as what happened I think this will cheer you up.” He got down on one knee and placed the black box into my view. The lid opened slowly and snuggled in the black velvet was a very simple yet beautiful pearl necklace. The pearls were evenly spaced out and in between each was a small diamond or crystal of some sort. It must have cost him a pretty penny.

“I can’t accept that gift George.” I stood and walked to the door until I felt two thick arms wrap around my waist. “Please don’t George.”

“If you won’t accept my gift then will you accept something else from me?” I turned to him slightly confused. Was he trying to give me another piece of jewelry? I made it very obvious that I didn’t want that from him.

“What are you talking about?” he let me go then sat on the bed and started to strip. The sight of his body made my blood boil and groin throb with arousal. “Oh…my…”

“the thought of another man touching you in only a way that I should be able to makes me the most angered man in all the world. Your body belongs to me, your mind belongs to me, and your heart belongs to me.” I walked slowly to him and placed my hand on each of his shoulders. I gave a slight push and he fell backward onto the bed.

“Don’t worry about other men George; you are the only one I care about.” I stripped sensually in front of him. Almost like his own private strip tease. I saw his little friend rise up when I turned away from him and slowly removed my undergarments. This man was really in love with my backside. Finally when I was completely naked I crawled onto the bed and up his legs. I grabbed his c*ck in my hands and gave a slight squeeze. Lowering my mouth I gave the head a quick lick.

George groaned out, “you are going to the death of me.” he grabbed my arms and hauled me up his body. The feel of his skin made my thighs wet with arousal. He pinned me down on the bed and slithered his way down. Gripping my legs he pried them open and gave a quick lick to my center.

I moaned out his name quietly and then some as he continued his sensual attack. After much groaning and writhing I was finally at the peak of no return. The whole time George had stayed in between my thighs making sure I was the only one being pleasured in this moment. I yelled out hoarsely as the last ripples of my pleasure slowly faded.

George looked happy with himself as he kissed up my stomach and neck. He nibbled on my ear as I scratched down his back. His hands played with my breasts, toying with the nipples in a loving manner. I felt his member at my hip.

“Can I pleasure you now?” I looked into his eyes. The question made my cheeks brighten up slightly. He kissed me passionately then caressed my face. 

 He lent up slightly then moved his hips between my legs. He joined us lovingly together. He stayed still and watched my reaction. He rolled us onto our sides and lifted my legs so he could get a deeper angel into my body. The feeling of his body moving within mine, and the way our eyes were connecting made me explode. He gripped my face and made me look at him the entire time. He kissed me, forcing his tongue in my mouth as he followed me into oblivion.

I rubbed my forehead against him, always wanting to be close no matter what. “Let me ask you something love. Do you like being stuffed with my big fat c*ck over and over again?” he chuckled next to me and I hit his bicep playfully at his crude words.

“I love it when you stuff me full of your hard meat.” I licked the side of his face.

“I don’t know if I should be appalled or upset!” our heads swiveled quickly as we heard the sharp voice of Mamie coming from the doorway.

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sorry that i havent uploaded in a really long time. my drive to write this story has been going down ever sense school started up again. 

but thanks for believing in me this whole time!  hope you like this chapter! :)