Steampunk Harlots - Chapter 06 - Sex Stories

Steampunk Harlots - Chapter 06

... as the men took their seats. “Always a pleasant experience to meet men of fine taste.”

While not offended, they were slightly confused and one man spoke up. “Taste in women?”

Hannah smiled. “Cigars. Southern Islands for sure. I would hazard a guess at the Lonely Flats, but more likely the aquatic farm offshore.”

Stunned silence filled the room, until one man burst out laughing, followed by his friends. “My dear, I have never met a woman of any status who could guess the region of a cigar, let alone the island it was grown on or near.”

“It is actually a mixture of their island farm leaf with the weed grown on the ocean waters just offshore.” He passed the box across the table where Hannah could open it and pick out one for herself.

“Most gracious,” she thanked as she expertly used a cutter to clip off the ends.

“M’lady.” The man sitting closest to Hannah greeted as he gave her a light while taking a long look down her cleavage as she leant over.

Taking a deep puff and blowing out the smoke into the air above the table, she smiled at them, giving them all a look as she showed that she wouldn't be coughing. The men exchanged pleased glances.

“This is Easy,” Hannah introduced while Easy gave her wings a flutter. “A young eager girl who is looking forward to our time together.”

“I must say.” Another man spoke. “When our friend told us of a fairy we could… enjoy. She was all we could think of. Now in the flesh, she is more than anything we could imagine. ...

... How do we…”

He looked to his friend for help.

“I’m ready and willing to do whatever it takes to shatter the limits of your imagination,” Easy explained as she slowly crawled onto the table.

Easy adeptly avoided the glasses and bottles around her as she made her way into the centre of the table. Those in front of her watched her cleavage showing, while those behind leant down for a view up her dress. The first to move put his hand on her leg and moved his glass to the small arm table beside him. The others moved the other objects from the table quickly, so that Easy was alone on it save for the hands reaching for her.

Five of the men were standing and starting to unfasten their clothing in preparation for what was to come. The sixth man never stopped looking at Hannah. He was the one who had been most impressed by her. She moved over to him and sat in his lap, still smoking the cigar. He held Hannah by her bum and thigh, at eye level with her breasts that he had to look over to meet her eyes. Hannah smiled at him, pleased he was still bothering to look in her eyes. Easy gasped as someone put his hands on her ass and between her legs. Another had his hand on her face while her dress was being undone by someone who didn't want it in his way to her cleavage. Of course, another man didn't wait and already gripped her tightly with his hands down the front of her dress.

“I expected a woman here to work. Not a woman of culture and refinement,” the man whose lap Hannah ...