WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 43: THE WET PRINCESS (5)

CHAPTER 5

Downstairs, there seemed to be a lull compared to the activity of the night

before. There was no one tending to the inn’s reception, to Marianna May’s

relief, as she made her way out of the door. Few people were milling about

while some donkey-drawn carriages clacked on the street heavy with their

deliveries.

The sign was right across the inn read “The Dog and Duck, dine and drink.”

The princess was relieved when she spotted some people through the pub’s

window and quickly made her way there. As she entered, the portly man

behind the bar bellowed something unintelligible that frightened Marianna

May.

“It’s alright, Rufus. She’s with me,” a deep voice rang from the tables.

“Come to me, little Miss.”

Marianna May looked around and realized she was the only “little miss” on

the pub’s premises. She craned her neck and caught sight of a hand waving

her over. The princess walked towards the person gesturing.

As she made her way over, Marianna May started to second guess

approaching whoever it was. But she couldn’t stop her feet and she soon,

she found herself in front of a man with the most striking deep brown eyes

and a smile that made her knees weak. His greying hair told Marianna May

that he was much older, but that didn’t take away from his raffish good

looks and strong built.

“Little Miss, do you not know that it isn’t wise to come over in the early

hours. Work for the likes of you doesn’t begin until sundown,” he said

gently.

Marianna May looked at him, confused.

“I… I was just hungry. I woke up late… and my companion had already

left,” she stammered.

“But I have a few guineas here and…,” she offered immediately.

The man raised one hand to silence her as he stood and offered her a seat.

As soon as she sat, he left towards the bar and talked to the portly man.

After a few words, the handsome man promptly returned, taking the seat

beside Marianna May.

“I had Rufus run to the kitchen to find you something suitable to eat,” he

said.

Marianna May was acutely aware of the man’s heady scent. It drew her to

him, making her want to lay her head on his shoulder.“You’re new here, Rufus doesn’t recognize you as one of the regulars,” he

said nonchalantly.

When the princess looked up, she saw that he was staring intently at the

swell of her breasts that showed through the shirred neckline of her chemise

dress. She had completely forgotten about her uncorseted chest. His gaze

made her blush. To Marianna May’s dismay, she could feel her bosom

become heavy and her unprotected nipples slowly rise, creating a

protruding outline to anyone who cared to stare at her top. She blushed

furiously and tried to stare at the chair across hers.

Her body didn’t escape the man’s notice. In fact, he was fascinated by her

show of obvious arousal. He looked at the young woman intently. She was

so fresh and young. He could imagine that she was as skittishly sexual as a

young filly. He had bedded many women but this one had her intrigued.

For a prostitute, this woman had perfected the facial expression of an

innocent. But her body was unmistakably that of a denizen of brothels – her

undisguised sexuality in her poor excuse for a dress, blatantly revealing her

generous breasts. When she walked into the pub earlier, he saw through her

skirt. She had apparently worn no crinoline despite it being the middle of a

bright and sunny day. Her slim legs were visible and her thighs were

sheathed with a thin layer he surmised were her knickers.

The bonnet was not even necessary, he thought. A display of modesty to

make up for the lack of it in her dress. His loins were stirring and his cock

started to grow so hard that the head started to push at the metal of his

ornate belt buckle. He knew what his body wanted.

“Would you care to dine in more private quarters?” he asked the young

woman politely, hoping she would agree.

Marianna May looked at the man and realized that she didn’t have a

chaperone. Something she had never done before. For a moment, panic ran

through her brain. But when she felt his warm hand on the skin of her

forearm, she felt her convictions dissolve. Then she felt his hand on hers.

He took it and placed it on the crotch of his trousers.

“You will also be adequately compensated,” he whispered huskily.

He sensed as her body stiffened upon feeling the hardness of his burgeoning

crotch. He was from the point of return and knew that he must have his

release. Not wanting to take no for an answer, the man quickly bent down to

the floor and slipped one hand in the hem of her thin dress. She offered noresistance when his palm moved up her thigh and insinuated itself in the

part of her drawers.

He sighed when his fingers touched her womanly lips. She was wet in

anticipation. What did he expect? She was a slut by trade and he couldn’t

wait to have her.

Marianna May froze when she felt the man push fingers into the cleft of her

peach, caressing her pearl and coaxing it out of its shy sheath. Her eyes

darted around and saw there was no one in the pub except the two of them.

“Ohhh,” she groaned, startled when he flicked on her distended nub, her

shoulders shuddering slightly as more fluid leaked out of her flower.

“So wet and ready. We need to get upstairs before you gush all over the

seat,” he remarked.

Marianna May didn’t protest when he slipped one strong arm around her

hips and picked her up. They walked to one end of the pub and she

followed him up a flight of stairs, her knees weak with what she didn’t

know was desire. He brought her into a room with a wide bed in the center,

much like the one she had at the inn.

“Undress yourself,” he ordered gruffly, “Otherwise my hand will rip your

gown like paper.”

Marianna May was confused. Her body defied logic and wanted release.

What did he want?

“What do I want?” she thought frantically.

When she turned around, she saw that the man had removed his coat and

shirt. He was now unbuttoning his pants. She stood there transfixed as he

unfastened his belt and pulled down his trousers. Marianna May stared at

his manhood that plopped down like a policeman’s truncheon.