Juices on her fingers

Adriana's hands are not as soft as Lady Sophia's, but before you have time to think about her callouses you notice something far more interesting. Her fingers are damp with juices. You have little doubt about what this could be, but to be sure you open your mouth and guide her fingers to your lips. Adriana’s face flushes as you suck her pussy juice from her fingers.

“Good.” You tell her. “Its sweet and tangy.” Adriana tries to drop her head modestly again, but this time you catch her chin with a finger and tilt her head back up to meet your gaze. “You’ve been wanting this for far longer than just this afternoon.” You think out loud watching her face as you work out the timing of dropping off Sophia and Adriana in their rooms.

“You must have been wearing this **** silk under your dress as we dined this evening...” She nods silently confirming your words “…and as soon as I left you at your door you stripped out of your proper gown and waited for me to come for you, fingering yourself as you waited.” Again she nods.

“Show me.” You command her, “Show me what a hot juicy fuck you are going to be.” Adriana's eyes widen in surprise at your coarse language but then she licks her full lips and swallows nervously. Releasing her hand you step back to a comfortable chair upholstered in yellow velvet and loosen the loincloth that has become unbearably tight. Adriana stares at you boldly as her hands move to her breasts.

“My friends and I have been talking about this for weeks.” You barely listen to her words distracted by the sight of her fingers squeezing her tits through the white lace. “We shared fearful stories about rough soldiers chasing us down, stripping off our clothes and then using our bodies as we struggled in their arms.” Her right hand leaves her breast and slides over her belly and under the negligee. “Some of the girls offered themselves willingly to noblemen from the city, so their virginity would not be torn from them by common soldiers.” Her eyes narrow and her lips open slightly as her fingers stroke faster between her thighs.

“Not me though.” She answers your unspoken question. “I wanted to be taken by a man, a real man…” she pants “…not any of the fops who’ve been courting me and my family.” I was willing to take the chance of being gang-**** in the dirt by diseased barbarians before I'd give myself to the men who came calling.

“Tell me about the **** silks.” You instruct “How does a daughter of society own the garment of a pleasure ****?” Your cock is now in your hand and you can see Adriana’s eyes widen in undisguised desire as she sees you stroke its length. “Oh Goddess, yes!” She moans in anticipation.

“Mother caught one of Father’s slaves wearing it. She stripped the girl and threw it out the window.” You can well imagine Lady Sophia’s reaction to finding one of her husband’s fuck-toys wearing something like this garment. “I snuck out and grabbed it while ... Mmm… my parents were still fighting … Ohghh…” the combination of her finger’s manipulations and the sight of your hard cock are bringing the teen close to the edge.

“Stop!” You tell her. “You will cum when I take you, not before that.”

“Yes Master.” She says the word slowly, tasting its flavor on her lips; she must like the way it feels because she uses it again. “Please, Master, don’t make me wait! I don’t want to be a maid any longer.”