Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

“I’ve never smoked,” Karen smiled at the nervous warble in his voice. “I’ve never even had a cigarette in my mouth, like....”

She licked her lips, the narrow tip of her pink tongue tracing a slow oval around her partly open mouth before she completed her thought. “Like so many other vices I hope to taste for the first time tonight.”

Chauncey's hands shook so hard at the last comment that cigarettes started to fall from the shiny gold case. In a feeble effort to catch them, he reached out, but instead of catching the flying cigarettes, he reached out and grabbed Karen's left breast. Immediately Chauncey's eyes grew the size of baseballs as he realized what he had just done.

"Oh Oh Oh.....m-m-my....." he stammered. "I-I-I.....wh-wh-what I-I-I m-m-mean is...Oh...y-y-y-ou m-m-m-mustn't s-s-say anything to J-J-J-.....the Mistress..." he couldn't even get Josephine's name out through his nervousness. "I-I-I w-w-w-will d-d-do a-a-a-anything....."

Sweat formed on his brow, but through it all, he never moved his hand that was grasping the lovely young lady's breast.
 
My release had exhausted me for the moment. I suddenly felt it in my arms how I'd been holding myself up. I softened just slightly from cumming, but the overload to my senses didn't let me go limp. I continued a few more strokes in Mary feeling her extra juiciness with my load in her. It was an easy in-and-out since my heightened sensitivity from cumming didn't allow for quite the "enthusiasm" of the last few minutes.

To give myself some relief, and Mary and Josephine some more leeway to move around I slid out of Mary's grasping cunt and laid on my side next to her. I could tell Josephine was pretty intense and suspected her orgasm wasn't far behind. The look on her face was one of sensual concentration ... and a lovely sight to behold. Mary looked pretty damn sexy as well and I told her so. I couldn't resist and slowly stroked myself while watching.
 
Final Approach




“Come for me now, my dear Josephine” Prince Carl Gustav urged as he pressed and rubbed her clitoris with the index finger from one hand while probing her anus with two from the other. Josephine felt Deputy Mary Green squirming beneath her, her mouth still under Josephine’s womanhood, as Joshua withdrew from her, even as Carl continued to bugger her behind “Come and give our sweet Officer the drink she has been craving all night.”

Josephine’s ecstasy continued to approach its vertex, but she wanted one more thing before its climax. Steadying herself with her hands upon the slick satin bedspread, she bent forward until she could start licking Mary’s clit.


 
"I-I-I w-w-w-will d-d-do a-a-a-anything....."

Sweat formed on his brow, but through it all, he never moved his hand that was grasping the lovely young lady's breast.


"Well," Karen laughed huskily. "I suppose you could begin by letting go of that one, or taking hold of them both!"

 

"Well," Karen laughed huskily. "I suppose you could begin by letting go of that one, or taking hold of them both!"


Chauncey jerked his hand back as if he was holding a hot coal, "Of c-c-c-course," he stammered on. "I'm so sorry, you see, I didn't see, well what I meant was I didn't look, well, of course I looked, but I didn't want to, but well, no you understand it wouldn't be proper, I mean, it was, well, I didn't know....." he knew he was rambling but couldn't find a way to stop the words spilling out of his mouth.

He bent to pick up the spilled cigarettes without thinking and found himself frozen as he stared directly at the young woman's nether regions and his hand absently searched the floor.

"You mustn't tell the mistress," were the last words and were spoken in a whisper, almost as a plea.
 
He bent to pick up the spilled cigarettes without thinking and found himself frozen as he stared directly at the young woman's nether regions and his hand absently searched the floor.

"You mustn't tell the mistress," were the last words and were spoken in a whisper, almost as a plea.

"I won't," Karen suggested with a teasing, sing-song tone, determined to fully enjoy every opportunity that came her way tonight, this of her eighteenth birthday. "So long as you finish what you started. You can start from down there."

 
"I won't," Karen suggested with a teasing, sing-song tone, determined to fully enjoy every opportunity that came her way tonight, this of her eighteenth birthday. "So long as you finish what you started. You can start from down there."


Chauncey slowly turned his head to look up the girl's body, "I b-b-beg-g-g y-y-y-your p-p-p-pard-d-don?" He was certain he had not heard what it sounded like.
 
Chauncey slowly turned his head to look up the girl's body, "I b-b-beg-g-g y-y-y-your p-p-p-pard-d-don?" He was certain he had not heard what it sounded like.

A sexual thrill shot up Karen's spine at the sight of Mr. Builtmore on his knees before her in obvious humiliation and embarrassment. It confirmed everything she'd long expected about Josephine's choice of lifestyle. She wanted it, too.

"You 'beg' my pardon?" she smiled cruelly. "'Beg'? Yes. I think you should 'beg.' "Beg' for what you truly want."

 
"You 'beg' my pardon?" she smiled cruelly. "'Beg'? Yes. I think you should 'beg.' "Beg' for what you truly want."


Chauncey turned his head back down, to see what he was doing as he picked up the cigarettes scattered on the floor, not so inadvertently touching the bare feet of the nude girl standing before him. "I'm q-q-quite s-s-sure," he started, attempting to regain some composure, "th-that i-if it is monetary gain you seek my dear, w-w-we c-can come to some satisfactory arrangement." he shoved the cigarettes back into the case. "I c-could write you a check and I will take m-my leave."

He stuck the case back inside his suit coat pocket, certain that he was about to escape with his dignity and clothing in tact as he stood up again.
 
Mary groaned with mixed emotions as the man on top withdrew from her and laid down next to where she, Josephine, and Carl continued to make love together. Her most recent bout of multiple orgasms finally subsided as Carl began to slow the thrust of his erection into her rear passage. She opened her eyes to see Josephine's womanhood mere inches above her face with two of Carl's fingers in her anus while he massaged Josephine's clitoris with his other hand.

She heard Carl urging Josephine to come. To assist with that, Mary began to extend her tongue toward Josephine's dripping vagina. Just then, she felt Josephine bend forward to start licking Mary’s still throbbing clit. Mary screamed again, in neither pleasure nor pain but some indescribable synthesis of the two, then rammed her tongue as far as she could up into Josephine.
 
"I'm q-q-quite s-s-sure," he started, attempting to regain some composure, "th-that i-if it is monetary gain you seek my dear, w-w-we c-can come to some satisfactory arrangement." he shoved the cigarettes back into the case. "I c-could write you a check and I will take m-my leave."

He stuck the case back inside his suit coat pocket, certain that he was about to escape with his dignity and clothing in tact as he stood up again.

"Shall I inform Josephine how you have insulted her by suggesting her heir would stoop to blackmail for anything so base as mere money?" Karen asked sternly, truly enjoying herself. Always intellectually precocious, and having grown up in this household, she considered herself quite mature for her just eighteen years. It felt wonderful to wrap this older man around her finger. "You know, you are being most impolite, un-chivalrous, and non-gallant. Here I stand, a just a girl, nude to the world, and you take advantage, trying to impress me with your expensive fancy cigarettes and perfectly tailored evening clothes. Perhaps we should see if you're so tough if we exchanged places, hmmm?"
 
"Shall I inform Josephine how you have insulted her by suggesting her heir would stoop to blackmail for anything so base as mere money?" Karen asked sternly, truly enjoying herself. Always intellectually precocious, and having grown up in this household, she considered herself quite mature for her just eighteen years. It felt wonderful to wrap this older man around her finger. "You know, you are being most impolite, un-chivalrous, and non-gallant. Here I stand, a just a girl, nude to the world, and you take advantage, trying to impress me with your expensive fancy cigarettes and perfectly tailored evening clothes. Perhaps we should see if you're so tough if we exchanged places, hmmm?"

"Oh oh oh....m-m-my...y-y-yes......wh-wh-where are m-m-my m-m-man-n-ners...." Chauncey stuttered as he took off his jacket and attempted to put it around the young woman's shoulders. "Y-y-y-you m-m-must b-be f-f-f-f-f-freezing....."
 
"Oh oh oh....m-m-my...y-y-yes......wh-wh-where are m-m-my m-m-man-n-ners...." Chauncey stuttered as he took off his jacket and attempted to put it around the young woman's shoulders. "Y-y-y-you m-m-must b-be f-f-f-f-f-freezing....."

"That's a good start," Karen smiled as she slipped her arms into the sleeves, which reached almost to her fingertips. The jacket hung well down her thighs. She did not button it, leaving her cleavage and womanhood still exposed. Her grin turned icy. "But my legs are cold, too."

 
"That's a good start," Karen smiled as she slipped her arms into the sleeves, which reached almost to her fingertips. The jacket hung well down her thighs. She did not button it, leaving her cleavage and womanhood still exposed. Her grin turned icy. "But my legs are cold, too."


"Wh-wh-wh-what?" Chauncey was completely taken aback. "I-I-I'mmm s-s-sure w-w-we c-c-c-could f-f-find-d-d-d a t-t-t-towel....." He was becoming more aroused but was certain the young woman was not suggesting what it sounded like.
 
"Mr. Builtmore," Karen's voice carried a cold seriousness her bright smile and dimpled cheeks betrayed. "Please be a gentleman and lend me your slacks."

 
"Mr. Builtmore," Karen's voice carried a cold seriousness her bright smile and dimpled cheeks betrayed. "Please be a gentleman and lend me your slacks."


Chauncey stood there for a moment slack-jawed. Surely this young waif wasn't serious. He looked her body up and down again, though she wore his jacket it was much too large for her small frame. When he reached her face, he saw the steely glare she gave him and he realized she was serious. He nervously kicked off his expensive Italian loafers and began fumbling with his belt.

"S-s-s-surely M-m-m-miss....th-th-th-these will b-b-be much t-t-t-too large for y-y-y-you...." Although he was not a huge man, he was still over 6 foot and 180 pounds. His pants would never stay up on her if she did attempt to put them on. Finally, he let his slacks drop to the ground, then picked them up and with one shaking hand held them out to her, while he attempted to pull the front of his shirt over his boxers to cover the growing bulge as he stood there in just his socks, boxers and shirt.

"O-o-o-k-k-kay....." he stammered. "Y-y-y-you've h-h-had y-y-your f-f-f-f-f-fun," "F's" always gave him the most trouble when he became aroused or nervous.
 
She accepted Chauncey's slacks and stepped into them, glancing with anticipation at the bulge in the front of his light cotton boxer shorts as she did. Even with the belt tightened to the farthest hole, it did not come close to fitting around her tightly muscled, narrow, waist. The pants sat lightly on her trim hips for the moment, although would probably fall down around her ankles if she tried to walk. With her right hand holding the slacks up, she raised her left hand while bending her left knee into a dramatic pose. She could not help but giggle slightly when she spoke.

"So, how do I look?"



 
"So, how do I look?"




Chauncey had to admit, when she bent her leg with just a hint of her bare toes sticking out through the bottom, that she looked quite fetching and was having a serious effect on his manhood. He now stood with both of his hands attempting to cover the bulge in his shorts and felt entirely ridiculous with what clothing he still had on.

"Umm-mm-mm...." he could not help himself and the stuttering. With a big gulp he attempted to speak again, "Y-y-you are q-q-quite l-l-lovel-l-ly....". Betweeen his eyes roaming where the jacket was parted and down her now covered legs, his head was swimming. "A-A-Are w-w-we d-d-d-done n-n-now m-m-m-miss....I-I-I sh-sh-should take m-m-my leave.....I-I-I l-l-look rid-d-diculous d-d-dressed l-l-like th-th-this....."
 
"Y-y-you are q-q-quite l-l-lovel-l-ly....". Betweeen his eyes roaming where the jacket was parted and down her now covered legs, his head was swimming. "A-A-Are w-w-we d-d-d-done n-n-now m-m-m-miss....I-I-I sh-sh-should take m-m-my leave.....I-I-I l-l-look rid-d-diculous d-d-dressed l-l-like th-th-this....."

"I was about to say the same thing about you looking 'ridiculous,'" Karen laughed. "But I don't want you to take your leave. It's my eighteenth birthday and I want to have fun! I'll do you a favor, though. So you don't have to 'look rididculous,' I promise not to be offended if you take the rest of your clothes off."

 
"I was about to say the same thing about you looking 'ridiculous,'" Karen laughed. "But I don't want you to take your leave. It's my eighteenth birthday and I want to have fun! I'll do you a favor, though. So you don't have to 'look rididculous,' I promise not to be offended if you take the rest of your clothes off."


Again, Chauncey's eyes grew wide. Attempting to gain some composure, "Y-you aren't s-serious a-a-are y-y-you?" his question was again met with the same steely glare from her, and he sheepishly pulled off his socks and began to unbutton his shirt, expecting her to stop him. Yet she said nothing and when it was undone, he slowly pulled it off and handed it towards her hand that was holding up his pants on her hoping she would let them fall as he stood there in only his boxers.
 
"Really, Mr. Builtmore," Karen sighed dramatically. "Must we play these games?"

She hooked a finger of her left hand in the front of the elastic band of his boxers, pulled it out as far as it would go, then released it to snap back. In doing so, it trapped the head of his penis, leaving the very tip of his erection to peek up out of the top of the light cotton shorts.
 
Chauncey jumped at the girl's sudden movements and dropped his shirt on the floor. With a gulp, he used one hand to ease his boxers part way down his legs while the other was used to attempt to maintain some dignity. At his knees, the boxers fell to the floor and he quickly moved his other hand to cover himself as he stood completely naked in front of the girl.

"V-v-very g-g-good n-now M-m-miss C-c-callingwood....I-i b-b-believe we have both seen each other in a most compromising m-man-n-ner. M-m-may I have my suit and redress?"
 
M-m-may I have my suit and redress?"

"No, Mister Builtmore, you may not," she smiled sweetly. "I plan to keep this suit and have it tailored to fit me. Then, from now on, when ever you see me wearing it, you'll remember this night."

She reached forward with her right hand, pushed his aside, and gently wrapped her fingers around his erection, so gently that he could barely feel it. "And I assure you, Mr. Builtmore, I plan to make this a night one worth remembering."



 
"No, Mister Builtmore, you may not," she smiled sweetly. "I plan to keep this suit and have it tailored to fit me. Then, from now on, when ever you see me wearing it, you'll remember this night."

She reached forward with her right hand, pushed his aside, and gently wrapped her fingers around his erection, so gently that he could barely feel it. "And I assure you, Mr. Builtmore, I plan to make this a night one worth remembering."




The touch of the girl sent electric shocks through Chauncey's body. While not endowed with much more than average length, his penis was extremely thick and he could not remember it feeling this hard. "B-b-b-but M-m-miss C-c-c-callingw-w-w-wood.....wh-wh-wh-what w-w-w-would the others say? Me with....well...." oh her touch felt wonderful...."n-n-n-nothing on.....a-a-a-and y-y-you in s-s-s-such ill f-f-f-f-f-f-fitt-tt-tting clothes...." his argument lost steam as the young woman teased him.
 
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Arrival




As Josephine’s ecstasy neared its pinnacle from Carl’s fondling of her anus and clitoris, she bent forward to start licking Mary’s clit. Mary responded with a scream, then rammed her tongue as far as she could up into Josephine’s womanhood. This pushed Josephine over the edge and, grunting like an animal, she came, her tongue lapping hungrily at Mary’s clit while lowering her hips to thrust herself upon Mary’s silky tongue and Carl’s strong fingers.


 
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