Some Things Change...

The only response he'd gotten from Claire was a few moans and squeals. She did exactly what he said, too. Not because she was madly in love with him or wanted to please him or any other sort of romantic incentive. It was because, he was right. She did want it, she wanted to cum...no needed to cum.

As she grinded her pussy against his mouth. Claire pinched her nipples, rolled them around then squeezed the fullness of her breasts. She whimpered again, this time a bit louder than before. Her lips parted as her breathing had begun to get heavy.

After all, it wasn't that long ago since she'd cum and her pussy was still overly sensitive.
 
James could feel Claire tremble each time he stroked his tongue over her clit. He knew that she her body must be on edge from the attention she had been giving herself before he interrupted her. He wanted to push her over that edge and make her completely abandon her own self-control. He refused to ease his assault on her pussy until she gave him what he wanted.

Claire's whimpers and ragged breathing let James know that she was getting close. Her juices were trickling down out of her slit and over her back door. Without pulling his lips from her clit or slowing his fingers inside her pussy, James found her puckered hole with the index finger of his other hand and began teasing it, circling it with his finger to coat it with her slippery fluid before slipping his finger just inside of her. He knew that a refined lady such as herself surely would have never experienced such a crude act before.
 
Her hands continued playing with her tits as James continued assaulting her pussy. She hated to admit it, because she detested James so much but she'd never felt so much pleasure in her whole entire life, not even with her deceased husband. He'd never made her want to scream profanities but with James it was different. She wanted to scream profanities at him and for what he was doing to her.

She felt the trickle of her juices slide down to her rear end and knew it wouldn't be long. Claire rolled her nipples around and pinched them, her back arching and then she felt it. Claire felt his index finger sliding into her rear end.

"Ohhh!!" She moaned, it felt odd. She'd never had this sort of experience before but she didn't think it was something she would never want to experience again. It hurt, felt like there was pressure. "Th-That...you shouldn't...." she stammered but a moan cut her sentence off. "James!" She squealed again.
 
James smiled to himself when he heard Claire's protest and squeal. He had been correct when he guessed that she had never been touched in that way. Hell, she had probably never even had sex in the light, much less had a man's finger in her ass.

To begin with, James' goal was to make Claire cum so hard that she would never forget the power that he had over her. But then he changed his mind. That would be too easy... for Claire. She had been putting him through hell for months. Why should he let her off the hook without having some fun with her first?

Suddenly, James pulled his mouth from Claire's clit and withdrew his fingers from her pussy, leaving only his finger in her tight ass. He drew back slightly, looking down at her before meeting her gaze. "You dirty little girl!" he teased her. "Laying here with your legs spread, letting a man put his finger into your slippery little ass while you moan like a... what was it you called Anna? A common whore?" For emphasis, he wiggled his finger inside her.

"I bet you would do just about anything right now in order to cum, wouldn't you?" James continued.
 
Claire once more whimpered but this time in disappointment as James removed his tongue and fingers away from her wet, slick, and dripping pussy. She was breathing hard and she'd been so incredibly close to cumming. Yet, he hadn't pulled his fingers away from her tight rear end.

She groaned as he began to speak.

"You dirty little girl!"


The blonde haired heiress only stared up at him, helpless to speak for herself. What more could she say? She was incredibly dirty at the moment and filled with even more dirty thoughts. However, despite the fact that she was incredibly aroused, she couldn't just let him talk down to her.

"I...what more do you expect when you are touching me in such a provocative manner?" She snapped, but her anger soon faded as he wiggled his index finger inside of her. She whimpered his name again as she thrashed about on the bed.

"I bet you would do just about anything right now in order to cum, wouldn't you?"

Her eyes snapped open as she stared at him. What did he mean anything? Instead of straight out answering, she gasped "W-what do you want James? What am I to pay for such pleasure?"
 
James smiled at Claire's question. What was she to pay for such pleasure? "That is for you to decide," James finally answered. "The question isn't what I want from you, the question is how much you're willing to give me to get what you want. You see, we each want something, the only difference is that I can get what I want from somewhere else." James paused and smile again before continuing. "You already know that I can get it somewhere else," he teased, reminding Claire that her spying was what started everything.

James finally let his finger slip from inside Claire, then he moved beside her. Her fingers still slowly teased her tits, although he was sure she didn't even realize it. He moved his lips close to her ear, close enough for her to feel his breath on her skin. Reaching down, James took her hand and guided it to his throbbing cock.

"How long has it been, Claire?" he whispered into her ear. "How long has it been since you've wanted something this bad? And what are you going to do to get what you want?"
 
"The question isn't what I want from you, the question is how much you're willing to give me to get what you want. You see, we each want something, the only difference is that I can get what I want from somewhere else."

She swallowed hard, thinking of what she'd seen earlier that night. It was true, he could easily get what he wanted from somewhere else. The only problem was he hadn't. He'd come to her, had he not? That in itself was proof, not only that. He'd said so himself. He'd said that he wanted her. He may not have loved her but he wanted her.

And frankly, she didn't care if he loved her or not. This had nothing to do with...feelings. This was purely sexual.

"But you said, you wanted me." she protested, unable to give something up so easily when he too wanted it.

"You already know that I can get it somewhere else,"

She lowered her eyes and swallowed hard once more. She hadn't realized she'd still been touching herself until he'd pulled her hand away. Claire blushed and looked away as he spoke and guided her hand to his throbbing cock.

"How long has it been, Claire?" he whispered into her ear. "How long has it been since you've wanted something this bad? And what are you going to do to get what you want?"

"Incredibly long but..." Dear god, was she going to sign her soul to the devil. Probably. "I-I'll do anything..." she whispered her hand, now stroking his cock. "Please, I--I just---I need you, I need it"
 
"Please, I--I just---I need you, I need it"

"Show me!" James snapped back roughly. "Prove to me that you can give me the pleasure that I want. Or did I make a mistake coming here?" He had sensed the fury in Claire earlier when he had suggested that she didn't possess the ability to please a man. He attacked her weakness again, questioning her womanly prowess. "Do you know what to do with a cock as big and as hard as mine, Claire? Or does it scare you to feel it throbbing in your hand?"
 
Claire swallowed hard as James snapped at her and as he did so, asking her questions and questioning her ability, she jerked her hand away from his throbbing manhood. She hesitated, before remembering the scene which had been displayed for her in James' cabin.

Biting her lip, she scooted down so that her mouth was facing his cock. Once again, Claire swallowed hard. Finally, after a few moment she took him in her mouth. His cock was hard and rigid which proved how aroused he was by her. The thought alone made her moan around his cock as her hands began to do things on their own, reaching down and grabbing his balls.

She began to massage his cock as she glanced up at him, cock still in her mouth as she inched further and further down his cock taking more and more of him down her throat.
 
James held his breath as Claire slid down his body. Deep inside, he was truly surprised that this was happening. He knew Claire wanted him despite her dislike of him, but he couldn't believe this self-professed "refined lady" was about to take his hard cock into her mouth.

Suddenly he felt her warm mouth envelop him, and any doubts that James had were gone. He groaned loudly as his hand instinctively went to Claire's head, his fingers winding their way into her long blond hair. He had not expected her to be willing to suck him, but now that her lips were wrapped around him he did not intend to let her change her mind.

"Fuck, yes!!!" he groaned. "Take my cock in your mouth! Get it nice and wet so I can fuck your wanton pussy with it!"
 
Apparently, this was exactly what James wanted because soon after she'd wrapped her lips around his throbbing cock, his hands brushed through her hair. His words only seemed to spur her on and arouse her immensely. She'd never had a man talk dirty to her.

Her husband who was older than her thought he should always be chivalrous towards her, even during their most intimate moments. And Claire being the high classed woman that she was had assumed all men were like that. Not James.

In fact, his words seemed to turn her on, the thought of his rigid cock sliding in and out of her wetness as he'd done to that other woman whom he called Anna made her wet. Her mouth slid further down his cock taking more of him in.
 
James was soon moving his hips, slightly thrusting his cock to meet Claire's bobbing mouth. She felt incredible... better than Anna had felt less than two hours earlier. It must have been the taboo nature of what was happening that had heightened his senses. Surely a snobby prude like Claire wasn't that skilled at pleasing a man.

James could feel Claire taking him deeper and deeper each time she sucked him back into her mouth. He could still taste her on his lips, and as much as he hated to admit it, he wanted to taste her again. He wrapped his fingers in her hair, pulling her mouth from his dick firmly.

"Turn around!" he ordered her. "Straddle my face and let me fuck your wet cunt with my tongue while you suck my cock!"
 
Claire whimpered as he pulled her away from his cock. She licked her lips, slowly lifting her eyes to his as she caught her breath. Was this all he wanted from her? Did he not want more? Her body hummed with desire and felt like it was on fire. She stayed in her position, wincing at his tight grip in her hair.

"Turn around!"


Without hesitation she turned around but wondered why he would want that. Fear shot through her veins. Did she not please him, just as he said before. God, she hoped that wasn't the issue. Again, not because she was in love with him or anything like that but because needed a man to touch her, even if it was James.

"Straddle my face and let me fuck your wet cunt with my tongue while you suck my cock!"


What a terrible thing to say to a lady of nobility. Did this stop her actions though? No. In fact, it made her shudder with delight of the thought of his mouth upon her pussy. Straddling his face, Claire bent down and took his cock back into her mouth aching to feel his tongue thrust in and out of her.
 
James watched as Claire obeyed his order, although she looked as if she wasn't even aware of what she was doing. Clearly, her lust had taken over her body. He smiled to himself, only to groan again as Claire swallowed his cock back into her mouth. James responded by plunging his tongue deep into her pussy, pumping it in and out, his chin grinding against her clit.

James immediately started thrusting his hips upward, fucking Claire's mouth, matching the rhythm of his tongue stabbing in and out of her tight slit. He could feel the head of his cock bumping against the back of her throat, surprising him at how deep she was able to take him. He guessed that she must have learned to use more than just her looks and social standing to get what she wanted back in the North.

James' hands groped Claire's ass, pulling her back against his mouth, forcing her to grind her pussy against his lips and tongue. He found her puckered anus again and teased it with his finger. With his other hand he reached down and found her breast, squeezing it and pinching her hard nipple roughly between his fingertips.
 
Claire whimpered around his cock as his tongue plunged into her deep hole. Soon his hips began thrusting in and out of her hot, wet mouth. It slid further and further down her throat. She didn't gag on it though only moaned around it, her saliva covering his hard cock.

The thrusting of his tongue and cock were in perfect rhythm. All of this was probably the most exciting thing she'd ever experienced in her whole entire sex life. Though, her college years were filled with unadulterated sex with random guys, they were still men of propriety.

She felt his hands reach up and grab her ass pressing her pussy closer and tighter to his mouth. She ground against him, pulling away from his cock to catch her breath. Another loud moan filled the room before she took him back in squealing as he grabbed her breast.
 
James could feel his orgasm building as he pumped his cock into Claire's mouth. He thought of exploding in her mouth, filling her mouth with his cum until it overflowed. He wondered how she would react. She had surprised him so far with her enthusiasm and willingness. Would she swallow his seed? Or would such an act finally cross her boundaries?

Finally, James decided that he would wait until later to find out how Claire would react to him shooting his cum into her mouth. Instead, he was going to fuck her, and fuck her hard. She had obviously liked what she saw when she spied through his window. She had fingered her own pussy as she watched him taking Anna from behind.

Without warning, James pushed Claire off of him, rolling her over onto the bed beside him. He quickly rose to his knees and moved between her already spread legs. Claire offered no resistance; she was far beyond that point. Without hesitation, James lined his throbbing cock up with Claire's dripping slit and drove forward, letting out a loud, primal groan as he buried himself into his boss's pussy.
 
Claire continued sucking on his cock, wondering if he would explode, filling her mouth full of his seed. Part of her was curious, having never tasted it before while another part of her was disgusted by her own curiosity. Needless to say, she was relieved when he pulled out of her mouth, however he turned her around and then without warning plunged into her sopping wet woman hood.

Despite the fact that he'd done so, she didn't resist. Even if she'd known, he still would've received no fighting back. Her hips lifted and then tried to move in rhythm with him. Her moans filling the room and mixing with his own groans of pleasure.

Her nails ran down his back as he thrust into her.
 
James pounded into Claire with abandon. He could feel the burning of her nails dragging across his back, and the pain only spurred him on. He leaned back and pushed Claire's legs back until her knees were nearly touching her chest. The position raised her hips and ass off of the bed, allowing him even more leverage. He fucked her hard and fast, not bothering to let her body adjust to his swollen shaft. Her tits swayed and bounced with each of his thrust, and the sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the room along with her moans and whimpers.

James hooked Claire's legs over his shoulders, slipping his hands underneath her hips to lift her even higher off of the bed as he drove into her. He bit and sucked at her calves and his fingers dug firmly into her flesh. He could feel the head of his cock bumping roughly against her cervix he was penetrating her so deeply.

"You feel so good on my cock!" he groaned to her. "I'm going to fuck your little pussy until I cum all over you! I know that's what you want, isn't it? You want me to cover you with my hot cum and make you mine."

James had witnessed the captivation and lust on Claire's face when she had watched him spray his see all over Anna's back. He intended to do the same to her, to give her a much closer view of the power of his orgasm.

"Now reach down and play with your hard little clit just like you did while you were watching me. Show me how you've been touching your pussy while you dream about having my cock inside you!"
 
Again, positions were switched. Now her legs were hanging over James' shoulder. Her lips parting in a long gasp and moan of pleasure. This of course, alternated between gasping, moaning, whimpering and mewling in pleasure. He was so deep inside of her. Never had any man gotten so deep inside of her, yet she felt as though she would be split in half.

She shivered as he nipped at her calves, his fingers digging into her flesh would surely bring on marks when they were finished. However, she could not find reason to care.

"Ah!" She squealed as his cock pushed against her cervix. Her pussy tightening around the length of his cock.

"You feel so good on my cock!" he groaned to her. "I'm going to fuck your little pussy until I cum all over you! I know that's what you want, isn't it? You want me to cover you with my hot cum and make you mine."

Images of what she'd seen through the window of his cabin flashed through her mind and if anything it only made her wetter and more so aroused. "Yess..." she hissed, "please cover me with your cu---seed..." she said, trying to at the very least not be so vulgar with her words, since her actions were completely opposite of a noble woman.

"Now reach down and play with your hard little clit just like you did while you were watching me. Show me how you've been touching your pussy while you dream about having my cock inside you!"


Without hesitation, Claire reached down and began toying with her clit as she had done while standing outside of his cabin. She pinched it, rubbed it, pressed against it. Her breathing became harder and harder. It did not help that she was already sensitive to the touch having had James tongue fuck her moments before.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" She squealed, feeling her body convulse against him. "James please, please...I need...need it..." she stammered.
 
Claire's pleading pushed James over the edge. He could feel the orgasm building from deep inside him. His fast, smooth strokes became quicker and rougher as his body began to tense. He could feel Claire's fingertips brushing against his shaft as she furiously worked her clit just like he had told her to do.

James could feel his cum rushing through his body. He pulled his cock from within Claire, wrapping his hand around it just as the first blast of his seed shot forward. It splashed against Claire's stomach and arm as she continued stroking herself. With an enormous groan, James pumped his throbbing cock, watching as rope after rope of thick, white cum arced out over Claire's body. His hot fluid left trails from her neck to her pussy, coating her heaving breasts and tight nipples and matting the blond curls above her womanhood as she rubbed her clit with cum-covered fingers.
 
Claire felt the cum hit her the moment it exploded from James' cock. It shot onto her stomach, then up further running slowly down her neck, breasts, down even further until it hit the lips of her pussy. If anyone were to see her now, they'd most likely have no respect for her. They'd call her a wanton whore, not even a whore...a slut.

She continued playing with her clit however, even with the knowledge that she had of her behavior at the moment. She played until she could no longer take it. This hadn't taken long either because soon she was cumming all over her hand.

Her body convulsing as she thrashed on the bed. "JAMES!!" She squealed as her juices flowed onto the white cotton sheet. When she was finished, slowly she lifted her eyes to meet his. Swallowing hard, she was unsure of what to do. Claire realized that her behavior was far from lady-like and wondered what James' reaction would be.
 
James sat back on his knees, looking down at Claire. He had never seen such a sight. She really was an amazingly beautiful woman, as much as he hated to admit it. She looked up at him with a blank expression, and he knew what she was thinking. He was thinking the same thing: What now?

As the afterglow of his orgasm slowly faded, reality set in. Despite the incredible pleasure he had just experienced, he still despised the woman laying in front of him. He had come to her room to take her, to prove that she was not his master, that she was not on some pedestal above him. He had done just that, and now it was time for him to leave her. That was the plan.

Without saying a word, James crawled off of the bed. He picked up his pants and slipped them on. He grabbed his shirt and slung it over his shoulder and walked towards the door. He wanted badly to take one last look at her, to brand the image of her into his memory. But he didn't. James simply opened the door and left Claire's room, leaving her laying in her bed, her body drenched in his cum and her sheets soaked with her own.
 
Claire watched swallowing hard as James began to slowly retreat from the bed. She didn't say anything and neither did he. It was for the best. After all, if the other servants were to hear of what she'd done with James...well, they hardly respected her as it was. She was no fool, she knew that even though they were obligated to do her bidding, they disliked her just as much as she disliked the country.

As soon as he had left, she stood and walked nude to the where the towels were located. She grabbed one and began wiping the cum off of her body. Suddenly, she had this urge to..cry. Why she would want to cry over James was beyond her.

After all, there was no sort of relationship between the two. It had been purely sexual. Perhaps, that was the reason. She was a lady, not a whore and yet, she'd done things with James that only a whore would do. As if in a daze, Clarissa walked back into her room and laid down, pulling the covers close to her body, determined to go to sleep.
 
James walked through the damp night air back towards his cabin, still trying to wrap his head around what had just happened. He also wondered if Anna was still in his bed. He had told Phillip to take her back to Charleston in the morning, but he had a feeling she had asked him to take her back already.

When he reached his cabin, James was relieved to find that Anna was indeed gone. He felt bad about the way he had left her, but he felt sure that she understood it was the best thing for both of them. He shed his clothes and walked down to the creek behind the cabin, the creek that he used to consider his private spot. That was, until Claire had caught him swimming nude in it the night before.

He waded into the creek, hoping the cold water would clear his clouded mind. He had no idea what to expect from Claire the next time he saw her. He felt certain that she would try to pretend that nothing had ever happened. But deep inside, they would both know the truth. James had made her admit that she wanted him, even begging him before it was over. He had pulled her off of her pedestal, taken her, made her his... and then he had left her. He smiled to himself at the thought. After all of the months of bending to her will, James now had the upper hand and he knew it.
 
Claire needed to bathe but resisted the urge to go down to the pond close to James' cabin, however she did not think this was wise. He would most likely be there and it would most likely feel...awkward. She assumed that she would wait until morning when the servants were awake. She did not feel like being bothered with servants at the moment or their attitudes.

Instead, she slowly drifted off to sleep, dreams..no nightmares of more intimate moments with James. When she'd awoken, she was flustered and hot as though she'd been experiencing having sex with him all over again.

She shivered and pursed her lips unsure of how she would handle the day. She silently chastised herself for being so weak. When Marie rushed in to get her clothes, she ordered Marie to make her a bath.

When her bath was made, she walked into the bathroom and undressed, letting her gown fall slowly to the ground. Laying her head against the porcelain tub, she sighed. The warm water rushed over her body. It felt so glorious and it was a good step to feeling clean once more.
 
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