Back on Wench’s Row the man was eagerly awaiting my return. I could see the bulge in his pants when I was still several buildings down the street. When I got to him he said he had a room at a nearby inn. Inn was putting it nicely. The building was barely standing and had an obvious lean to it. The stairway was narrow and naked bodies were strewn about moaning and convulsing in the stairs and hallways. It was a delicate ballet trying to find footing without impaling some sensitive body part with my foot. Most of the doors to the rooms were open and more couples (and groups) could be seen fornicating. We got to a closed door and he opened it and shoved me in. Closing the door behind him as he entered.

I still wasn’t sure what he wanted. Would he try to hurt me like Alester had? Or would he be kind like my Master?

“How many have you had? “Pardon, Sir? “How many men have you had? He asked as he ran his hands through my hair. “Oh. Two, Sir. “Two Hundred?! Well, you’ll be quite good at pleasing me then! He smiled.

“No, Sir. Just two. I’ve only been with two men. Please, sir. I have been roughly treated but very much need the money you have offered. I will do whatever you ask, but if you could be…gentle.”

“Mmmmm. Practically a virgin! What luck I have. I’ll be gentle if you do as told. Now strip! He moved behind me and grabbed my hair in his hand, smelling it as I once again untied my blouse. I let it bunch at my waist as I undid my skirts and pulled them down together. The fresh wounds from my whipping stinging with sweat and the scraping of my blouse against their untreated surfaces. He rested a hand on my shoulder and turned me.

“I see these scars are still fresh. You’re a slave, then? Is this why you need my money? To get away from a cruel master?”

I turned to face him. Tears welling in my eyes. My body shaking from fear, pain, nerves, and humiliation. Please, Sir! Please don’t take me back! I’ll do whatever you ask but I can’t return! He does terrible things to me!”

He reached up and wiped the tears from my cheeks. I was so tired of crying. Don’t worry. I cannot abide a man doing harm to a body as perfect as yours. Do as I ask and I will be gentle with you. I will pay you the price we agreed and then I will leave you to go wherever you desire.”

I froze. The pain and fear I had been feeling had distracted me from the fact that I was standing completely naked in front of this stranger. And my mind reeled as I wondered what things he would do to me.

“Lay on the bed on your stomach. He instructed. I did as told and he grabbed a bowl and left the room. He returned and grabbed a cloth from his bag and began cleaning my wounds. The cool water felt so good against my sore back. Droplets would run down my sides and tickle my thin waist and breasts. His large hands worked delicately as he dabbed and rubbed at my naked body. When he was finished he got up and went to his bag once again. This is going to hurt. He told me. He opened a small wooden box and a burning sensation seared across my back. I jumped to try to get away from the pain but he was straddling me and there was nowhere to move to. It’s all right. The pain will stop in a minute. It’s just a salve. It will help you heal faster. I’ll send this with you. Use it once every day. Never forget. He continued to apply it to each of my cuts and by the time he got to the last one most of the pain had gone away. I had a warm sensation all over my back. My muscles were relaxing. I began to believe that this man would not hurt me.

“What is your name? I asked. “I am Marcus. And you? “I’m J-. I’d rather not tell you my name. My master will be looking for me come morning. I’m afraid you will get into trouble.”

“What would you like to be called? He asked. His voice was beginning to soothe me. I hadn’t realized how tired I was until now.

“You can call me, Lily. I replied. Wincing as my mother’s name escaped my lips. I hadn’t spoken her name in over 10 years. I pushed away the memories of my family and concentrated on Marcus hands across my back.

He climbed off me once again and wiped his hands as he set the salve by the door for me to take when I left. He stood at the foot of the bed, behind me, and disrobed. I couldn’t see him at all. Then he climbed up on the bed once again and straddled me. I could feel the heat from his crotch against my ass. My pussy tingled slightly. He once again began to run his fingers all over my body. Massaging every muscle. I wanted to drift off to sleep and stay like that forever. The salve he had used was working wonderfully as it didn’t hurt when he moved his hands gently across my wounds. He slowly worked lower and lower until he was massaging my ass. His hands were firm but surprisingly soft. It was obvious that he wasn’t a servant but he certainly wasn’t dressed as a noble.

His hands moved lower until he ran his fingers quickly up my feminine slit. I shuddered at the sudden sensation and realized that I was already wet. He leaned down to my ear and whispered Would you take me into your mouth, now? He had been so kind I happily nodded and waited for him to climb off me. He positioned himself on his back along the bed and I knelt beside him. His penis was large. I imagined it was the same as Alester’s but I hadn’t had a look at his so I couldn’t be sure.

After the scene on the street I was eager to taste cum again. That sticky salty taste was one of a kind. I licked Marcus. Teasing the tip of his cock as it twitched in response. I found he tasted better than my, now dead, master. I eagerly took more and more of him into my mouth. Greedily slurping and sucking at his manhood. I used all the skills the former Earl had taught me. Marcus moaned and guided my head further and further down his shaft. He stroked my head and pushed himself deeper and deeper into me. I found myself trying to take more and more of him in. I wanted to taste his seed so bad. I began to bounce up and down on his shaft. The motion causing my left nipple to brush against his thigh increasing my arousal. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as I suckled at his member. Finally I ran my hand down between my legs and began rubbing at my slit, spreading my juices and fondling the bud at the top of my womanhood like my master had done.

The motion of my hand was bringing me closer and closer to my climax and I redoubled my efforts at Marcus cock. I couldn’t wait for him to spray himself in my mouth. Finally I swung myself around (never taking my mouth from his shaft) and straddled his legs as I sucked and massaged him with my mouth. I increased my speed. Flicking my tongue back and forth, pumping up and down on his rock hard dick as I fondled his balls with my free hand. The hand working at my pussy was soaking wet by this point and I was going to cum any minute. I began to moan as my climax grew near rocking my hips in rhythm to my sucking motions. Marcus hand still stroking my pale hair as he looked down at me, moaning himself.

Finally his balls tightened and he drove further into my throat. His long hot shaft spewing cum down my throat and into my mouth. I began to cum as well, sucking and rocking at the same time. Trying to taste all of him as I lost control of myself. I continued sucking on him, drawing all of his cum from his shaft as my orgasm subsided. I sucked softer as my master had told me it was sensitive afterwards. I couldn’t stop myself from sucking. Marcus tasted even better than my old master. I wanted him to fill me again.

“You can stop now. He panted as I continued to suck on his now shrinking member. But I didn’t stop. I continued to suck. Then I moved down to his balls and took them each into my mouth massaging them and sucking on them as I stroked his cock. It was such a large cock. Even limp I wondered how I had gotten all of it in my mouth and throat. Really, you can stop. That’s quite enough. Hearing the throaty satisfaction in his voice just drove me on. I began sucking and stroking slightly faster. His penis began to harden again. I never recover this quickly. What a wonder I have found in you! Was all he managed to utter before he once again resorted to moaning.

I desperately needed him to cum again. I wanted to taste him for hours. Once he was hard again I took his head back into my mouth and once again began working my way down his shaft. If only I could taste him one more time. He grabbed my hair and held me still Stop! I stopped and looked up at him. You say you’ve only been with 2 men yet your mouth is so well trained. I want to see what your pussy can do.”

I wanted so badly to taste him again but my pussy longed to feel that amazing cock inside her. I reluctantly pulled myself off of his penis and waited for more instructions.

“You are quite eager. How does that come to be? Asked Marcus as he began to rub my soaking womanhood.

I told him the story of my lost virginity and my time with my master. And being careful to alter the timeline so he wouldn’t guess I was speaking of the Earl of Kinwick proceeded to tell him of Alester’s horribly invasion of my body. And how the scene in the street had made me eager to taste a man’s seed once again. Then he kissed me deeply and I felt my heart lurch as it had done when my master was with me. This man has paid for you. Don’t be a fool and think of him as anything but the scum he is. I thought to myself. I tried to think of him as nothing special but he had been so kind to me-as few other men had-and I wished I could stay with him. It was a silly thought and I shook it from my head as he reached down and once again began to play with my small pink bud.

More to come. Please feel free to leave your comments. I appreciate any feedback I can get.