Balcony Betrayal: Ravished by the Lord While Neighbors Sleep

I creep down the shadowed hallway. Stone floor chills my bare feet. Each step creaks, echoes soft. Torch flames flicker through cracks. Servants snore behind doors. Beyond arched windows, village houses huddle close, candles snuffed. Everyone sleeps. My pulse thuds. Proved virgin to the hag, shaved clean, stripped naked. Now, for his gold.

Door looms. Light slits under it. Knuckles rap faint. It swings. He looms, silk shirt loose, eyes rake my nude body. ‘Enter, little bitch.’ Click shuts. Chamber glows, huge bed, balcony doors cracked. Moon spills in, backyard garden silvered. One neighbor window glows faint—watching?

The Contact

He drags me to balcony rail. Night air nips skin. Village roofs near, dogs quiet. ‘Kneel.’ Cock flops out, half-hard. ‘Suck for your coin.’ Lips wrap gland, tongue swirls. Saliva drips chin. He thickens, but yawns. I deepthroat, gag quiet, throat spasms. No cum. ‘Fail.’ Bets gold I can’t make him spurt.

Rage burns. He counters: he’ll tongue me to squirt. Lie on cool tiles, legs splay wide. Stars wink, village dark. His mouth hot on toes, sucks, licks calves. Ignore corpse thoughts—mother’s death, father’s grief. Tongue trails thighs, laps pussy lips. Clit throbs. I bite fist, hips buck. Orgasm rips, juices flood his face. Muffled cry—did wind carry to neighbors?

He pockets my coin. Hours tick. Tired grunt: ‘Ass now.’ Oils fingers, probes tight ring. I four-paw, rail grips knuckles white. Village sleeps below. Cock nudges, slides in greased. Brutal pumps, balls slap. Grunts low, my gasps choke back. Parquet groans inside. Cum jets hot, leaks thighs. Thrill spikes—transgress while they dream.

The Indiscretion

Bain called, servants haul tub. Steam rises. He sinks in, I join opposite. ‘Ride my cock anally.’ Straddle reverse, sink down. Water sloshes soft. Control pace, ass clenches shaft. His hands knead tits rough. I grind, pleasure sneaks despite hate. He groans, floods me. Water laps edges—noise to hall?

Deepthroat lesson: ‘Gorge full, lips to belly.’ Saliva rivers, throat yields. Spurt hits tonsils, gulp gulp. Coin earned. Fingers probe my slit shallow, hold gold inside. Masturbate self, coins rattle pussy. Pinch clit, cum hard, he jerks off watching.

Final night, balcony beckons. Tired, he slumps rail. Initiative mine. Lips everywhere, finger slips his ass crack. He stiffens, shocks. Tongue laps balls, finger curls prostate. Cum erupts mouth, overflows. Victory.

Dawn nears. Slip hall, naked, cum-sticky. Footsteps? Servant rounds corner, eyes drop. Heart hammers. Door shuts soft. Collapse rug, body quivers. Village stirs unaware. Secret mine, gold clutched tight. Transgressed beside them, unbroken.

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