Sweet Peeper by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Sweet Peeper by loyalsock

... and brushed her hair back from her face and she shuddered at his touch. &#034You . . . &#034 she started and stopped, biting her lip. &#034I . . . ?&#034 he prompted. &#034You don't need them, Milord.&#034 she said and clenched her eyes shut. &#034I don't? Now my chamber maid is going to tell me what I. . . &#034 &#034No, Milord, you mistake me,&#034 she said frantically. &#034I do not tell you what you need . . . but . . . &#034 &#034But what, girl?&#034 The impudence of this girl to be sitting here, telling him what he nee-- &#034You don't need them, Milord. You can have me, Milord. I will satisfy those needs . . . those cravings. Those hungers you have.&#034 Owen stopped and looked at her. &#034So the servant wishes to be the lady of the manor now?&#034 &#034No . . . no no no no.&#034 She shook her head back and forth, eyes pleading with him for mercy. &#034No, Milord, I have no . . . no . . . no . . . I would never presume . . . No . . .&#034 &#034Then what?&#034 She looked at him again, her eyes, almost full of tears, pleading, hoping, hungry. &#034Me, Milord. I will be your whore.&#034 Owen was dumb struck. &#034I will be what you need to sate those cravings, Milord. I have watched and wished, and I have those same hungers . . . Please, Milord, use me . . . let me be your whore.&#034 He could not think of what to say. Her plea, her offer, it was much unexpected. It was . . . too perfect. She was so ripe. So ready for the taking. So full of life and youth and so tasty ...

... to look at. She was a feast, unlike the common whores that would indulge his cravings. She was virgin flesh; pure in her hunger. He looked at her and saw she was telling him the truth; she was begging him for her heart's desire. &#034My sweet little peeper, what would your mother say?&#034 Her mother was the cook. Her f****y had served his for generations. This was a fine line but, a well respected one . . . Dare he cross it? &#034I . . . she won't know. No one will know. Behind closed doors, they do not know what you do. They do not know the hungers. Please . . . let me be. . .&#034 She crumpled to her knees and took his hand and began to kiss it at first like a beggar, and then with greater sensuality. &#034My sweet peeper. . .&#034 She began to suck on one of his fingers, looking up, her eyes telling him she knew just what thoughts she was setting into his mind. He weighed all the possible outcomes in his mind. Thought of the possible problems, the entanglements that this might bring. He thought of her f****y and how they would react. He thought of the local vicar and his having another cause to rally the puritans around to try and cause problems for Owen. Then she slid his finger all the way down her throat and licked his palm and he stopped thinking. Smiling an evil grin he watched her suck his finger and then sit back on her heels. She smiled up at him, seeing his cock was rock hard in his pants. Owen watched her raise a shy hand up and slowly trace the outline of his ...