My dearest Richard,
You promised me delights as repayment for my performance before Sir Walter, but things turned out rather different than what you‘d planned, didn’t they? Still, I think we turned the situation to our advantage and perhaps scored a victory in the process. I’ll explain below what I couldn’t quite put into words at the salon itself, being, as I was at the time, too close to what had happened to me to evaluate it with a cool head.
When we first entered the salon, a woman escorted me into a side chamber. She introduced herself to me as Lady Anne Ridgeton, the widow of that old scoundrel, Bansford. His lordship had a roving eye but little with which to make good on his promises of seduction. His cock’s many failures made for ribald jokes among our set, and now his widow takes her revenge, as well as her pleasure, at gatherings such as the one we attended.
She exhibits great pride in introducing new female visitors to what they may expect in Sir Walter‘s salons, and she did no less for me. First, she instructed that I should keep as much of my clothing on as I wished but, if I were to truly enjoy myself, I should remove any barrier that covered my sex. She explained that I’d likely encounter multiple opportunities to couple and I’d want my cunny to be immediately accessible to penetration by any male member that intrigued me.
I pondered for a moment over how much to take off, and eventually I settled on removing my gown and petticoats and leaving my shift and corset in place. Full nakedness seemed too much at first. Besides, the whalebone of the stays pressed my breast upward, making them feel full and stimulating the nipples. When Lady Anne went to her knees to remove my drawers, I rested my hand on her head for balance and lifted one foot after the other so that she could finally toss the garment to the side.
What I hadn’t expected was for her to remain kneeling and then to part my legs so that she could burrow her nose into the hairs of my pussy. I pulled back in shock. Not disapproving, of course, but in surprise. I’d imagined I’d dally for a while, finding my bearings among strangers, before indulging. But then, I had met her once before, and no stranger had ever seemed quite so eager to treat me to the ultimate kiss.
She didn’t release me, but grasped my hips and pulled me forward as she gazed up at me with a lascivious grin on her face. “You must let me taste you, dear X. I’ve always wanted to, you know.”
“Sweet Anne,” I answered. “You never told me.”
“I didn’t realize you shared my lusty nature. Imagine how pleased I was to find your name on the invitation list. I declared to myself that I’d certainly take the opportunity to do this.”
Without another word, she dove beneath my shift and placed her mouth over my pussy. She quickly found my pearl with her tongue and began an assault on my senses that had me reeling. The hem of my shift slipped from my fingers, allowing the cotton to fall over her. I stood there with a dowager countess hidden beneath a tent of my small clothes as she gamahuched me as though she’d done it for years and knew exactly how to lap at me for maximum pleasure.
Oh, it felt good, my darling. Such a wicked secret to be kept from the dozens of people in the other rooms. While they enjoyed their play out in the open where the rest could see, I had a private audience with desire. No more than I and the lady whose mouth worked such magic on my clitoris. Stroke followed by stroke. Hot and wet. Now flicking against the tip. Through eyes half-closed with arousal, I glanced around me at the trappings of luxury. All very proper, except for the pile of my clothing.
After several minutes of oral sex performed by an expert, I was overcome with an urgent need to climax. It
built inside me like the currents of a river, pulling everything in its wake. Lady Anne took no pity on me, though, but ended the good services of her mouth, resting back on her heels. I whimpered and reached for her head to guide it back between my thighs, but she would have none of it.
“Now then, X, you’ve got yourself into quite a state, haven’t you?” she said.
“I have? Surely you have made me this way.” My misery clearly showed in my voice. She’d brought me so close to spending I could scarcely speak.
“Your initiation is almost complete.” She pulled something from her bodice. A garment consisting mostly of straps. She must have had it there the entire time. She helped me to step into it, for surely, my knees wouldn’t have held me otherwise. Once she had the loops around my legs, she tugged it up underneath my shift and fastened it around my hips.
Now, its purpose became clear. The only solid patch of material pressed against my clitoris without covering the entrance to my chamber. The cloth felt soft enough, but an ointment on it created a tingle on the exact spot Lady Anne had just stimulated, causing my need to nearly spiral out of my control. The fiend knew what she’d done, as she showed by sitting there smiling at me as if she’d had some great victory in arousing me so completely without satisfying me. Initiation, indeed.
“Now, then,” she said. “If you can get yourself out of this room and back into the main salon, a man will be waiting to satisfy you with his rod. I dare you to see if you can get that far without spending.”
Given a challenge like that, I straightened my back and lifted my chin. Though my body felt on fire and ready to burst into a thousand pieces, I turned and walked on unsteady legs toward the door. She laughed behind me, and I had to pause with my hand on the door knob and bite down on my lip to regain some control. With each step, the cloth between my legs had slid against my pearl, depositing more of the ointment. I wanted to scream with frustration but wouldn’t give Lady Anne the satisfaction. Instead, I took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped over the threshold.
Not just one man but four stood there with the fronts of their trousers open and their erect members in their hands. All very well endowed and all obviously eager to thrust themselves into me. More of my initiation, no doubt. They must have seen me enter the chamber and decided to offer their services when I emerged.
I wouldn’t indulge them, though. I’d come with you, and I’d find you. These people didn’t own me, and I wasn’t ready to surrender sovereignty over my body to them. But each step created more rubbing against my pearl and more torment. And I couldn’t find you among the crowd. They’d all stopped what they’d been doing to watch me as I progressed into the main room. All the faces blurred as I scanned them for your dear features.
I stopped finally, unable to endure another moment. A man’s arm went around my waist. So gently that it seemed to offer comfort, and I allowed him to hold me. And when he placed my hand on his erect staff, I knew he was offering me relief. Dimensions much like yours, my darling. Exactly what I needed to give me the orgasm my body had craved for so long. He was long and very thick, and my cunny released a trickle of need. How wonderful he’d feel inside me. I nodded my agreement.
He led me to the nearest chair and draped me over it. After taking his place behind me, he lifted my shift to expose my pussy. When he pressed the tip against my entrance, I arched my back to encourage him.
In no more than a second, he’d impaled me fully. I hadn’t imagined his girth, and the way he stretched me only added to my pleasure. For now, all frustration ended, replaced by a fucking made all the more glorious by my earlier agony of waiting. He did such a marvelous job of it, each thrust more forceful than the last until he nearly toppled the two of us and the chair over into a heap. I would hardly have noticed, as the orgasm I’d been denied for so long finally came upon me.
The force grabbed me, threatening to crush me with its power. For a moment, every wisp of breath left my body so that when the convulsions started, I had no power even to cry out. I came and came and came, my pussy going wild around the cock inside me. That trigged his own climax, and he plunged deep into me and stayed there, his body shaking behind mine. We’d truly reached a new sexual peak together, a place few couples could ever hope to aspire to.
As I returned to consciousness, the voices of the others in the room came to me in a jumble.
“Good show,” one man said.
“I don’t know how she did it,” a woman added. “I never made it out of the other room.”
“And his performance…” A tinge of jealously colored the second woman’s words.
“Amazing effort all around.”
“Well done, both of you.”
By now, some strength had returned to my legs, so I stood and turned to thank my partner. Imagine my delight, my darling, when I discovered you standing there and smiling at me as though I were the greatest treasure on Earth. At that moment, I could believe I truly was.
Humble in my awe of you, I remain,
Your devoted X
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