Steampunk Harlots - Chapter 03 - Sex Stories

Steampunk Harlots - Chapter 03

... any real effort on his part, Hannah wanted his wife to enjoy herself. Hannah ran her hand through her own hair and bit her lip moaning softly. Pushing her chest out and fondling her breasts with her other hand. Sparing glances at her client to make him feel like he was relevant before closing them again, knowing Elsa would realise she was the one Hannah was thinking of, unable to look at her directly while in his view. Almost too quickly he finished with a disappointing spurt inside her. Hannah kept going until he gestured for her to get off, apparently having trouble breathing after such an effort.

“Show her out,” he mumbled.

“Of course, my husband,” Elsa replied.

Slowly, as Hannah gathered her clothing, he got to his feet and left the room. Before Hannah could turn, she felt her breasts grabbed from behind gently as a pregnant belly pressed on her back.

“Oh, my woman I want you. I am ashamed that I can't please my husband, but so desperately want to feel loved. He will be gone quite some time. I don't mean to keep you, but I can't resist begging you to stay a moment with me.”

“My Lady, you must never beg me of anything I freely choose to give.” Hannah turned to kiss again.

A knock came at the door and the man who had dropped Hannah off spoke. “I am here for the girl. Is she decent?”

“A moment, Hurda. A woman's wardrobe takes time and care to make elegant,” Elsa responded.

Sadly forced to redress, Hannah smiled gently and kissed Elsa again. As Hannah ...

... dressed, Elsa had left for a moment before returning. Once ready, they left and Elsa escorted them.

“Wait for her in the carriage, I wish to speak a moment longer.”

“My Lady?” Hurda asked.

“She and her talents won't be available forever and I need advice. You will wait for her while we have a women's discussion. I will send her out through the kitchens. It is almost time for other arrivals and I do not wish for a harlot to be noticed.”

“Understood.” He bowed and walked off.

Elsa showed Hannah into a room with a massive table that, if she was any judge of decor, she guessed as a ready room for the food from the kitchen. Where it was placed after it was prepared but before it was served. She didn't wait long after the door closed before dropping to her knees and getting up the dress of Elsa, who gasped as she leant against the door.

“Apologies,” she muttered, amusing Hannah at how many gasps she had to get through just to say the one word. “I didn't want him to think I respected you.”

Hannah stopped. “Whore, slut, fuck-trash, I have been called a lot, but I really love that name, Harlot. How can this little harlot make you happy, My Lady?”

“I've been told that enough pleasure can make a woman shake and seize. I never understood until you touched me and I felt it building. Now more than before as you do those things to me. Do this for me, please?”

Hannah didn't respond verbally, but she did use her mouth. As much as she wanted to make it last, she knew ...