Making friends

You watch Dorothea move around the room admiring the full figure of the buxom blonde beauty as she cheerfully tidies up the odd living chamber. Her skirt lifts as she twists and twirls like a dancer and even in the dim light of the flickering oil lamps you can see the flash of white skin on her thighs.

"Dorothea?" You call your pretty captive as she dances gracefully to music that no one but she can hear.

"Yes?" She seems happy to have attracted your attention. "What do you want, Badman?"

"I'm not a bad man Dorothea." You smile at her a sweetly as possible hoping to charm this charming young woman.

"Sandy says you are." Dorothea informs you as if that settles the issue. From your position on the floor you can look up under her skirt as she stands with her hands on her hips and her legs spread as wide as her shoulders. Instead of arguing with the girl you change your tactics.

"Can I have some wine?" She considers your request for a few heartbeats and then bends over to wag her finger in your face.

"You are a bad man." The girl informs you but you barely hear her as her full breasts sway in the loose linen blouse before your eyes. "Wine makes men do bad things, but you can have some milk." Unable to keep the image of her tits out of your thoughts you imagine yourself suckling on those fat udders like a newborn lamb - you are indeed a bad man. Luckily for you Dorothea cannot read your mind, because if she knew how badly you wanted to plunder her soft flesh she'd have nothing to do with you. Instead she skips away to a covered ceramic urn and dips a ladle of milk from it and returns to your side kneeling next to you and tenderly holding the scoop to your mouth.

You had asked for the drink as a way to get the girl talking to you but the warm creamy milk tastes delicious and you swallow it gratefully until, as she tilts the ladle for you to get the last bit, the milk spills from the side and dribbles down your chin and onto your chest.

"Oh no, poor boy." Dorothea giggles as she wipes away the trickle of white cream first with her palm and then the hem of her blouse. "You have milk all over your tunic." Her hands flutter over your chest as she wipes at the spill and then she is close enough for you to smell the scent of fresh hay in her hair. Even with your hands bound behind your back you are still able to lean forward and kiss her ear.

"You are so beautiful, Dorothea." The trite words would do nothing to sway someone like Sandrine, but Dorothea smiles sweetly and turns her lips to meet yours; if anything she is as eager to kiss you as you are to feel her soft lips pressed to yours. Your kiss deepens and Dorothea opens her mouth inviting your tongue to explore her mouth and just when you think it can't get any better you feel her soft fingers squeezing the hard tip of your pulsing cock. Finally she pulls away from your lips and places both hands on your shaft.

"You are a Badman." She whispers softly, "I'd better make this better before Sandy gets back." Dorothea explains as her hands skillfully remove your loincloth and pulls your tunic out of the way, "Sandy doesn't like it when boys get woodies, that's why she killed Master Piliosus."