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Iolanthe opened the door to her bedroom a carefully peered
into the hallway. Satisfied that nobody was around, she pushed the door wide and
walked out, leading Sam Sweetman by the hand.
Iolanthe walked stealthily, but with confidence, her steps
conveyed the impression of a young doe freshly exalting in her vitality. Her
dress swished against her otherwise naked body, she had not bothered to slip
her panties back on, thrilling herself with each movement over her cinnamon
skin.
Sam Sweetman’s stride in the wake of the young teenager
was earthbound as he wrestled with conflicting emotions. Despite the elation
of their lovemaking back in the young noblewoman’s bedroom, Sam had begun to
hear a small, guilty voice that told him he should not have given in to the
temptation offered by his employer’s young daughter.
Thankfully, the voice was rather weak and small and Sam
found he could effectively silence it by turning his eyes upon Iolanthe. The
rustling of her summer dress as she walked distracted Sam and let the more
insistent voice of his lust have free reign.
As Sam and Io made their way along the corridor, Sam could
see through the windows that the light had almost completely faded. His
thoughts turned to what Lord Summerisle wanted to talk to him about that
evening.
He squeezed Iolanthe’s hand and lightened his step. The
couple soon reached a doorway. Iolanthe turned to Sam and in a low careful
voice said, “We’ll take these stairs, only the servants use those most of the
time, and Daddy’s study is a few feet from their end.” Then, impulsively, she
stood on tiptoe and kissed Sam on the mouth. Before Sam could respond,
Iolanthe opened the door and entered the stairway, pulling him along behind
her.
The stairs changed direction as it descended. Each
transition occurred at a large square landing. As Sam and Io reached the
first, Sam stopped and pulled Iolanthe to him. Enfolding the 15-year-old in
his arms, he kissed her hungrily. Io hugged Sam’s neck and coiled her tongue
around his. Sam began to run his hands down Iolanthe’s dress but she broke
the kiss.
Reaching the second landing, The couple resumed their
embrace. This time, Iolanthe sprung up and spread her legs around Sam’s
waist. Her summer dress bunched up around her hips and Sam felt the heat of
Io’s hairless pussy pressing insistently against his belly. Sam reached down
and cradled her firm little teenage ass, kneading her creamy caramel buttocks
as their kisses grew in intensity.
Sam broke the kiss this time; he began to nuzzle the young
noblewoman’s neck. As Sam did this, he
noticed that Iolanthe’s thighs glistened with a mixture of her own cunt
juices and the load of semen that he had shot into her pussy minutes earlier
in her room. The sight caused Sam’s prick to swell and bulged against the
fabric of his pants.
Iolanthe kissed Sam’s cheek and whispered, “You’ll be late
for your meeting with my father” Sam nodded reluctantly and let the get down.
They continued their descent, but their steps slowed markedly and both man
and girl could feel the building pressure between them.
The lovers barely made it halfway to the final landing
before Sam again pulled Iolanthe to him. Clasping his hands together around
the young girl’s belly, he pulled her back so that her pert ass rubbed
against his throbbing cock.
Iolanthe offered no resistance as Sam coaxed her onto her
hands and knees on the stairs. Flipping up her dress to reveal her naked ass
and cunt, Sam eased two fingers into the liquid heat of Iolanthe’s pussy. Sam
located the delectable teenager’s tight asshole with his thumb and gently
penetrated it. Iolanthe reacted to this double intrusion by becoming quiet
and perfectly still, gazing straight ahead to the step above her.
Sam continued to finger the girl in this way as he
unfastened his pants with his free hand. Only after his pants had fallen to
his ankles did Sam cease his manipulation of Iolanthe’s asshole and cunt.
Pushing his shorts to his knees, Sam took up position behind his young lover.
He slid his cock slowly into Iolanthe’s now puffy lipped pussy until her
bottom rested snugly against him.
Earlier, in Iolanthe’s bedroom the lovers had fucked with
abandon, driven by their lust, nosy and energetic screwing. Now, Sam and
Iolanthe obeyed a more primal instinct and they made love slowly and
deliberately, Sam pistoning his prick al the way in and almost all the way
out of the young girl’s vagina. Instead of moans and grunts of pleasure, the
only sounds made by Iolanthe and Sam were intent pants of both effort and
building ecstasy. Only when her orgasm hit did Iolanthe raise her voice. Her cries
of “Ah! Ah! Ah! AHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!” caused Sam to empty his balls
into the girl’s womb.
Sam withdrew his still engorged prick from the sticky,
clinging embrace of Iolanthe’s cunt. The lovers rearranged their clothes and
made themselves look respectable again. “I think I shall let you continue
alone,” Iolanthe told Sam as she kissed his forehead “Otherwise we will never
make it down these stairs, at any rate I should take a bath” With that, she
turned gracefully and glided up the stairs.
Sam watched Iolanthe leave, enjoying the last few glimpses
of her naked ass that her exit afforded him, and then he turned and made his
way to the bottom of the steps. On the other side of the door was another
corridor. It was not hard to tell which door was Lord Summerisle’s study; Sam
walked to the largest and most ornately carved and knocked.
Footsteps sounded on the other side and at that moment,
Sam noticed that his shirt had a smear of his and Iolanthe’s love juices on
it, just by his belt. Hoping his employer would not notice, he awaited the
opening of the door.
Lord Summerisle looked relaxed when he appeared “Ah, Sam.
How good of you to come a little early!” He beamed, “Do come in!”
Sam walked into a large room, much like the salon where he
and his family had first met the Summerisles. In one corner was a large
ornate antique desk and in another a pair of huge leather chairs facing each
other. Nearby the chairs was a bar almost as ornate as the desk and about
four times as big.
“Have a seat” His lordship told Sam, indicating the
armchairs, Sam did as bidden and Lord Summerisle strolled over to the bar. He
busied himself with a couple of glasses and then made his way to the chair
opposite Sam. Handing a glass to his guest Lord Summerisle said, “I made a
couple of Irish and Ginger. It’s quite nice. I hope
you like it”
Sam took a sip and smiled, “I do”
“Good, good” His Lordship reclined back in the chair, took
a large sip of the whiskey and then casually said, ” I hope my daughter kept
you entertained”
Sam felt his blood run cold “FUCK!” he thought.
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