Headed into the City

Holding Louise around her dainty waist to stay on the horse we rode on, she was treating it as far more romantic than it in anyway was on the way to the capital. Though... Louise rested her head on my chest tilting her head back toward me gazing up her reddish-brown eyes lidded with sultry lidded eyes.

Our travel didn’t stop me from stealing the occasional kiss she regularly offered helping pass the time, these moments of her soft lips on mine tinted with the sweet perfume made this feel more of a romantic getaway rather than headed to an introduction.

“Um, what type of establishment are we meeting your other servant? Their letter didn’t explain much other than how to get there” Louise asked to fill a moment of silence on the road.

Recalling how Matilda had pitched the meeting after another session in Ozmond’s office and her slump on the overjoyed principal's desk leaking cum onto the floor after he’d gone left to gather more cleaning materials, people are probably thinking he’s become some kind of neat freak lately.

“She said it’d be a venue that could provide us with discretion and privacy.”

Perked up at my mention of Matilda’s gender. Louise licked her lips her face struggling with curiosity. “I-is she beautiful? I-I mean she going to serve someone as great as you, then she should have looks you desire!” Louise rapidly added in embarrassment at the possible implication of what she’d said.

Chuckling I leaned my body forward shifting my package to press on her back and forcing her to take my weight imitating sex as I had an idea. “Of course she is, what you were thinking is fine. After all its normal that you’re fetishizing that women no matter who they are should be serving me, with the same devotion you have. So is finding attraction to women you see with that behavior.” Ending the normality with a hum of satisfaction, I continued once I was sure it wouldn’t add to it.

“In fact she’s been as eager as you in offering me her body.”

She self-consciously squirmed her body on mine with dreamy groan, thrusting her perky small butt on my package subconsciously letting the natural bouncing from the horse’s gait ground her against me.

then slowly she started wearing a cute jealous pout as she seemed to decide something. “Toin.” Louise broached my name with a burst of determination. “I-If the ride is dull, then take any relief from my body!” She offered during an empty stretch of road, I relented from the full course, making her giggle and breathily gasp as I placed kisses along her neck while palming her handfuls of her breasts to delighted moans she just seemed to enjoy letting out in the privacy of the empty road.

Yet, Louise was like a mouse the moment a traveler appeared, sitting straight backed, chin raised the picture of nobility with cheeks dusted pink. The contrast of social class was readily apparent from my seat, Louise’s uniform was finely tailored with quality materials, merchants clearly had money but nothing like my slaves and the common cityfolk were starkly apparent.

“Familiar, lower your hands!” She commanded with the dignity of a noblewoman.

Obliging out of amusement I ran my hands down to her waist, as coming within sight of the capitol the road rapidly populated with merchants and other travelers to the city. The contrast of social class was readily apparent from my seat, Louise’s uniform was finely tailored with quality materials, merchants clearly had money but nothing like Louise’s and the difference with common cityfolk were starkly apparent, with a little help of Louise fielding any questions I had.

My mirth then soared when Louise as we trotted among the crowd towards the city gates added in an abash murmur. “Lower.” Brushing my hand along her the skin of her creamy white thigh sneaking it under her skirt to her mound to tease her needy womanhood.

She may have thought herself hiding the effects of my touch as made our way to the meeting point Matilda had chosen, but try as she might, her voice escaped her in high pitched squeaks or moans she couldn’t clamp down on in time and her face struggled to conceal her expressions fully.

But, with our vantage point in the saddle of the horse we were a focal point for anyone near us.

Members of the crowd I’d noticed who’d already been paying attention to us reacted to the sounds.

Merchants sucked in breathes with strained expression that turned to pained arousal when I leaned back to pressed my mountainous bulge on Louise’s rump making a show of it. Labors and commonfolk kept their reactions contained, but we held their rapt interest.

One guy nudging his friend and motion towards me and my ****.

“Ey, Fredrick. Check it out, that lad’s found a use for a noble.”

His friend gave his appreciation in a leer and a nod when I caught his eye. “Aye, think of that stuck up bitch speared on cock of his.” He emphasized his thought with a crude thrust of his hips.

“Pretty thing, she’d fit him like a glove!” They both broke into dark chuckles, that Louise must have heard from the shiver of her body.

A merchant stroked his chin grinning as he slyly looked at us seated next to his wife on a wagon coming towards us and leaned over to her. “Camilla, he could make a fortune off of men wanting to stroke that majestic phallus. He’d have them lined up to touch that masculine pillar!” Earning a roll of his wife’s eyes at the money signs in her husbands.

“Perhaps Fredrick you’d stop pinching your deniers, and stroke his mile of manhood as a man should.” She huffily said to her husband.

Sputtering in shock. “I couldn’t do that Camilla! He’s with a noble! Intruding might cost me something fierce if she takes offense!” He quietly made his rapid fire excuses to his growing ever more exasperated wife, who took to openly admiring me rather than listen to her husband.

Who I think just mouthed ‘Fuck me’ to me.

Women were far more captivated with pink dusted cheeks carefully tittered in each others ears hiding their conversations using their hands behind Louise’s back casting sidelong lecherous glances and grins.

One woman, a brunette with a face of sweet innocence who was just around my age among a number of women in servant garb carrying the washing sighed longingly. “To be in those arms like that.”

A red haired woman with a motherly figure beside her snorted. “Forget riding the horse with ‘im, the only thing I’m thinking about riding is his dick!” Her quiet boisterous words sent the sent the other servants giggling.

“Well, you could still say your riding a horse. He’s hung like one!” Tossed in another of the group as the brunette turned scarlet at the banter.

“Mrh, don’t know about you girls. But, that looking at that hidden cannon he’s got makes my knees weak like I’m in church. however, it's more than praying I’d like to do on my knees.” Voice one of the others earning nods from beyond the group of servants, even the innocent looking brunette vigorously nodded faced looking ablaze in shame.

Breaking from the throngs of life in the streets onto empiter side roads where Louise hitched the horse where Matilda’s instruction had said and entered the nearby alley. From how much stone was used I assumed we were in the nicer part of town.

Making our way down the alley Louise opened up Matilda’s letter again and peering over her shoulder as I hadn’t really read it. Only to realize that might have been a good idea was I didn’t recognize any of it.

It didn’t even look like english! Gah, not looking forward to learning how to read. No, think sexy thought Toin.

“Which door is it?” I asked Louise, palming her firm tush.

“Ah-ah! T-that one!” Louise pointed towards one of the doors

Knocking on the backdoor it quickly opened to a matronly woman in an attention grabbing bawdy red low cut dress down to her midriff showing plenty of skin, she flashed a smile eyeing me with outright desire, that widened in sparkling interest as her eyes were magnetically drawn to the pavilion I pitched fixated on me entirely unaware of Louise.

“My, you are everything dear Hera’s describes you’d be~, and I’d thought it the ramblings of a love struck woman. As the madam of this brothel, it's my pleasure to host you.” She flirty said wetting her luscious red lips while curtsying lifting dress, and standing angled so I’d be able to admire her bare perky tits from the side.

Looking down the open front of her dress I think I could make out she wasn’t wearing underwear. And even distracted it didn’t take much to piece together Hera was Matilda.

“Ahem!” Louise pointedly interjected jolting the brothel madam who smoothly recovered, she turned with a disinterested motion of her body ready to dismiss whoever was interrupting only for her confident smirk to falter at seeing a noblewoman and stiffening up rapidly replaced by false politeness.

Louise placed her hands on her hips glaring in offense, I didn’t intervene as I was curious at the grin Louise wore. “You! You’re address a nobles familiar, I expect you to greet him properly as a member of my household. You commoner will lay your lips on his phallus to greet him.” Louise commanded putting up a noble front to the woman.

“Of course your grace, forgive me. I’ll make amends right away.”

The madam shivered as she spoke, but certainly wasn’t opposed to Louise’s demand as she slunk to her knees without complaint as I unzipped my pants, as more of my prick was unveiled the jaded Madam expression of revelation and excitement in her eyes widening and mouth unconsciously opening at every inch of my bare cockflesh that was exposed.

Her generous bust heaved rising and falling with her heavy breaths as her world must have shrunk to herself and my cock in her reawakening of her sexual desire.

Glancing towards the instigator of this exchange.

Oh, that little minx she was practically panting like a bitch in heat at making a woman render service to me as she held her skirt up and was desperately rubbing her needy pussy through her soaked white panties lust burning her up at the Madam submission to me.

Fully unleashing my erection, it sprung up to attention its tip gleaming with a sheen of precum, I grabbed it before it sagged down from its weight casting a shadow that encompassed the Madam face who had a look more love struck maiden than experienced tiger between the sheets as she leaned forward planting a suckling kiss.

Her hot smooth lips were fantastic pressed against my glans, bucking my hips I shoved it forward and her experience shone through as her mouth dropped open, her tongue slid underneath my bulbous cockhead as a guide rail into the wet hot cavern of her mouth gazing up at me her eyes told a volume of her satisfaction to hold its heavy weight in her jaw.

Slurping on my cockhead she was quite happy to let me go further as I lightly fucked her mouth, the sloppy wet pops as I pumped my pink tip across her tongue that lashing at it in streaks of pleasure and gagging as I hit the back of her throat echoing in the stone valley of the alleyway.

“Hah~ Look at you, you common whore, slobbering over the penis of a noble’s familiar. You should thank him for even gracing your mouth with his glorious cock.” Louise breathlessly demanded of the Madam, her expression completely intoxicated with excitement at the scene in front of her.

“Shank ouuu shir!” Were the slurred words the Madam could make around my broad glans passing through her lips and between messily sucking on it, excessive spit running down her chin to splatter on her exposed stomach or her arms held down her front bunching the bottom of her dress to let Madam work her fingers into her cunt.

Enjoying her mouth and the vibration of her grunts and groans of delight that traveled up my cock, I came on an idea that would pay off in spades now and later on.

“You really are lucky slut, it's normal for that physical contact with my cock is pleasurable enough that it can drive anyone to cum from its stimulation alone.” I said launching into a rapid series of strokes into the Madam’s mouth.

With her mouth having turned into one large erogenous zone and her already built up arousal she didn’t last twenty seconds, she howled around my cock head as her body went stiff in orgasm, pulling out of her mouth she slumped forward catching herself on the stone step with her arousal coated hands shivering racked by the phantoms of her climax.

Slapping my spit-soaked glans to a shuttering of pleasure of the Madam poking it against the cheek of her hung head as she gasped trying to steady herself. Louise not about to let her look away took her by her hair and tilted the Madam’s head up to look at me with her messy face.

“Now what do you say to him?” Louise cheekily asked the Madam.

Sucking down air, the Madam tried to start only to stop before she could speak. “T-thank you for fucking my mouth my lord. Thank you for letting me taste his cock your grace.” She politely offered her gratitude getting a satisfied huff from Louise at her deference.

“Which room is Hera in?” I asked not bothering to stow away my still hard cock the Madam gazed longingly at in her dazed state at the dick still aimed at her.

“The exotic room, second floor at the end of the hall, sir.”

Smiling I slapped my cock to a solid wet smack on her face, each contact extracted a sharp gasp from the Madam and contraction from her. Louise had an idea of her own as she pulled a perfect haughty huff and cross her arms as she turned her nose up.

"He's tired, make yourself useful and accommodate him by letting him rest his penis on your body." Louise stated, suppressing a groan of arousal at the end.

"Y-yes your grace." The Madam complied leaning her body backwards letting me rest my prick between her tits on the swathe of her exposed skin, treating her as if a she was a pedestal for my manhood.

Watching her face twist as she endured the touch of my cock, I couldn't help myself but add to the sexual inferno in her body. Lazily I sawed between her breasts, my broad shaft chafing along the whole of the silky skin of the valley of her breasts, it gave me an intimate feel for her raspy breathes of molten pleasure she was experiencing and her racing heart pulsing on the underside of my shaft.

Not stopping there I took my shaft around the base and smacked my heavy shaft, the pounding sound of flesh meeting echoing over the sounds of daily life that strayed down the alley way. It was thrilling watching a woman slowly build towards a climax from just being cock slapped or grinded on.

But as the Madam breathing grew ever more erratic and heated from the slapping, the prodding and friction of my cock on her skin, I stopped satisfied with my testing.

"I'm feeling better, and we've got a date to keep." I announced ending the sexual teasing and leaving her high and dry. I knew I was going to have a lot of fun with this trait.

Louise who'd been masturbating again swiftly fell in with me pleased as punch with herself as I walked forward, my heavy prick sluggishly swaying empty air.

We stepped past the overcome woman into the shadowy interior leaving the Madam on the back alley step, Louise amorously clinging to my side curling her fingers to cradled the underside of my slick member languidly stroking along my length with her dainty fingers making those cute little moans of hers as her stimulation was paid back to her.