She gets on knees and sucks

"I've never done anything like that before..."

"I told you I'd know if you were lying, girl," said the old man. "You're lying now. You've sucked men off before. Its how you've stayed a virgin. At the back of a barn with the goatherd, or something, I imagine? You looked down on him intellectually, but he was stronger than you. So you sucked him off to avoid getting mounted in the hay. You know exactly what to do - so come and kneel here."

Reluctantly, her face red, Melancthe fell to her knees in front of the old man submissively. His account of the goatherd had been uncanily acurate - although it had in fact been a farmer, rather than a hired hand, whose affections she had been **** to buy off. The old man shifted position to hitch up his robes, and pull out his cock. Melancthe's eyes widened slightly when she saw it - his member was covered in small purple veins, and it was rock solid. If anything, it was slightly fatter than the farmer's had been. He pushed it towards her lips.

"Ugh!" She said, flinching away despite herself. He pushed it to her lips more insistently.

"Lick it!"

Melancthe leaned forward, trying not to gag, and ran her tongue over the head of his cock. It tasted of sweat and salt. The old man moaned slightly. She ran her tongue over the shaft of his cock, licking it submissively.

"Tell me girl, do you swallow?"

Melancthe shook her head.

"Well, its going to be a first for you then. Open up!"

Melancthe opened her mouth and sucked his cock in. It felt massive. Slowly she began moving her head back and forward, sucking on his cock, using her soft lips to bring him off.

"That's the way, girl! That's it!"

Kohorn placed his hand on her head, as she sucked. Her head bobbed obediently up and down in his lap. Occaisionally she'd make a loud slurping noise. Kohorn moaned happily as she pleasured him. He'd known from the moment he laid eyes on her where he'd wanted her - and it hadn't taken long to get there!

The encounter seemed to Melancthe to last for a long time, although in truth it couldn't have been more than about ten minutes. Then she felt the old man tensing, and his moans getting more insistent. She knew what was coming.

"Swallow it!" His voice sounded strained. "Swallow it!"

And then he grunted and her mouth filled with his sticky, salty spunk. Melancthe slowed her sucking, making sure that he had completley finished cumming before she swallowed his mess. It tasted foul and she gagged slightly, clearly to his amusment.

He sat back with his eyes shut, relishing the moment. Melancthe gathered up her dress and panties and hurridly began getting dressed, feeling thoroughly ashamed of herself.

"Very good, very good!" He said, finally. "Now go to your room and relax. I have an important experiment later tonight, and I want your help with it."

"Where's my room?" asked Melancthe.

"Follow the light." The old man waved his hand and a ball of light floated up and out the room. Melancthe followed it through the winding corridors. The tower was a complete maze, but fortunately she had an astounding memory, and as she past the various rooms she kept a mental note of where the important ones were. One door was sealed tightly shut with warding magic - she assumed that was the experiment room. Most of the other doors were unsealed, however.

Finally, the ball of light took her to her own room and flickered out. She stepped in, feeling disgusted and ashamed of herself and unable to get the taste of the old man's cock out of her mouth. It was going to be worth it, though.... Right?

The room was decorated in dark velvets and silks, and the furiture was oaken and old. When Melancthe's eyes fell on the bed, she felt her heart sink once more.

"You must be joking!" She said to herself. "He's choosing my clothes now as well?"

Laid out on the bed was a sleeveless white frock and a note, which read:

Be dressed and prepared to come to the experiment room at midnight.

Melancthe tried the white frock on, and glumly discovered that it didn't leave much the imagination. It accenuated all her curves, and her nipples were clearly visible poking through the thin fabric. The only saving grace was that it was quite long, and covered her legs. She gave herself a few turns in the mirror, and still came to the conclusion that she looked like one of ladies of ill repute that sold their trade in the Drunken Sailor.

She still had a few hours before midnight. Question was, what should she do with them?