The Baroness' Meeting

After waking me with a blowjob, Baroness Kira rode me on top of me as my horse. Her skirt over my hips and my hands reaching for her breasts. I shot my seed into her womb two more times, and I went to practice my aether afterward while the Baroness had a meal and gave the servants her orders for the day. Sweat was dripping on me on the hot sun of the courtyard, and I went inside to bathe. The Baroness gave me weirdly specific bathing instructions which I took offense to and then worried.

The Baroness bid me to attend her meeting as a punishment for sticking my tongue in her mouth the other evening at supper. She was sat regally on her chair, a desk in front of her with various ledgers and piles of paper. I gulped. She pointed down at her feet where I went. She pushed me down between her legs and lifted her dress, her skirt revealing she had worn no nighties. She pushed my face forward into her, my nose digging into her bush of red hair. I lapped at her, my tongue flicked at her clit and pussy and devoured all of her cunt. My cock was stiff as a rock, and I rubbed at it.

The Baroness shivered with pleasure and stroked my head tenderly and gave small moans while she lay back on her chair, head behind the rest and eyes closed. It was then her bespectacled old bookkeeper came into her office. He glanced down to notice the head between Baroness Kira’s lap, pay it no mind and sat in the seat in front of her. They discussed very tedious things about the upkeep of her estates and holdings, the taxes the king levied and collection and payroll. I kept there my mouth firmly planted on her cunt, feeling her wetness with my tongue. I spread her cheeks and wanted to go down more and tongue her asshole. As I did Kira's body shook and recoiled, she looked down as I had my lips on the opening of her butt and prodded my fingers in there.

“Is anything wrong, my lady?” The old bookkeeper said.

“No, please continue.”

Baroness Kira reached down and pulled my face up back towards her pussy. She rubbed at herself placing a finger in a while I had my lips pressed against her now soaking cunt. A spray of her juices came towards my face, and she drenched me covering my face with her essence. She let out a deep breath and panted.

“I will arrange my lady, shall I leave or is there anything you more you wish to discuss?” The old bookkeeper asked as Kira was breathing heavily still grasping my head towards her.

“No, you may leave. Thank you for your hard work as usual.” The Baroness got out between breaths, and the bookkeeper left the room.

“Boy, I will have to punish you for that.”

“I’m sorry my lady, it looked inviting.”

“Get up.” She commanded.

I stood up, and she left her chair. She sat me down on the chair she was sitting on and pulled down my trousers. She made one long movement of her tongue down my rock hard strafe from the tip down towards my balls. She lifted my legs and spread my ass cheeks and began towards my taint and down into the crack of my butt. I made a small yelp as her mouth plunged into my hole and lapped at it hungrily, swirling her tongue over it. Pressing her lips to the opening and digging her tongue forward. She reached up towards my cock and stroked it frantically.

I writhed in the chair as she made hungry, wet noises at it with her tongue and lips over it and her hands stroking the shaft of my cock. I agonized and groaned and spasmed in my chair, my hips shaking as I spurted out my load. The Baroness was pulling away and guiding my cock and letting it fall on my stomach.

I sat there for a while panting on her chair.

“Is that the first time you had your ass eaten boy?” She smirked.

I nodded.

The Baroness gathered papers on her desk, dragged her index finger on my stomach to spoon some of my cum and place it in her mouths teasingly and threw a handkerchief at me and left the room. I collapsed on the chair.