Anonymous - Astrid Cane

Rising gravely, the Major bowed and kissed her hand. The hut was a poor enough place, containing only a table, two chairs, and an old couch. Yet it seemed to both to suit the mysteriousness of their tryst, as did the dim light within.

'What shall I recount to you then today, my dear?', asked he jovially.

'Oh, I know not, for I blush to hear much of it', replied Patricia coyly. 'I am much shyer, I fear, than those dusky maidens of whom you have spoken. Much that you have told me is indeed so strange that it is plain to me it could never happen in England. Oh, but do not look at me when you speak or I shall blush!', 'For that, my dear, there is a most intriguing cure', averred the Major. 'Will you permit me to show it to you?'.

'I know not. What is it?', flustered Patricia, who had seated herself at the small table. Tray, Sir, what are you at?'.

'This, my pet, is but an ordinary handkerchief, though being of a dark colour it serves the purpose well. I place it so about your eyes and then tie a knot behind your pretty head. Enclosing you as it does in darkness, you have no other eyes to meet and thus have no conscience in the matter'.

'But I cannot see! Ah, what are you doing now!'

'Furthering your education, Patricia. A little lifting of your skirt suffices to display your beautiful limbs. No, my dear, you must not struggle or it will spoil the game. I mean not to harm you but merely to titillate. Now- what was it you wished me to tell you?'.

'How you have uncovered me! For shame-no one save my sisters have ever seen my thighs before! Ah! I cannot pull my skirt back down-you have tucked it too tightly under my bottom. No! AH! What are you doing with my hands!'.

Tying them behind the back of the chair, as well you can feel. The cord hurts you not? I trust it does not', murmured the Major solicitously while surveying Patricia's long, slender legs with considerable pleasure. Her stockings being of white silk gave her an air of added purity while the sauciness of her frilly white drawers drew his pecker to a fine stand. Adorning all at the very tops of her taut stockings were pink, rosette garters which he longed to twang with his fingers but decided to wait upon it.

'Let me go! What have you done to me!', Patricia moaned, though in truth she felt no real fear, only a trickling apprehension that something very wicked was to take place. What it would be she had little idea, for her knowledge about such matters was as yet somewhat rudimentary, as befits some well brought up young ladies.

'I told you, did I not, of Semira', replied the Major, who drew his chair up closer to hers while Patricia rather wildly pressed her elegant legs together. 'You have no cause to blush now at my recital, for you cannot see me and hence may well pretend that you are in hiding and overhearing a conversation. Neither can you fidget since your hands are tied behind you. No-pray, do not interrupt or you will spoil the narrative. As I recall, you much enjoyed my introduction to it on our last encounter. Semira, who lived in Delhi, was but a year older than yourself yet she obtained the wisdom of the ages in all matters appertaining to the amorous delights of men and women. Her body, my dear Patricia, was a pure symphony of curves just as your own is. Her tits were high-placed and firm and her bottom as round as an apple.

No doubt yours will prove the same and mayhap superior even, but we have yet to come to them'.

'Oh! But… OH! Take your hand away!'

Rising from his chair and lifting her chin, the Major had planted a single kiss firmly upon her mouth while at the same time levering her thighs apart to permit him to cup the warm nest of her quim through her drawers. To this, Patricia squealed and struggled, the colour rising high in her cheeks.

'You dare, Sir, oh, you dare!'

'Dare indeed I shall, my pet, if you interrupt me further. What a lovely warm, furry cunt you have under your drawers', chuckled he, returning to his chair. 'Now I shall proceed for you are well warned. Semira was such a one as you in the beginning. Wearing as she did a sari with precious little beneath, she was quickly denuded. This of course occurred in my bungalow, to which I had enticed her. What glittering earrings she wore and what a richness of gold bangles! Deliciously indeed did they compliment the dusky hue of her skin. Her nipples were finely pointed, her muff jet black and forming a perfect triangle at the base of her belly. The cheeks of her adorable bottom were as proudly jutting and as velvety to the touch as the skin of a peach. Being held as she was by my servants…'.

'No! I do not wish to hear-this is too naughty! AAAARGH!'.

With a shrill cry of alarm, Patricia felt the crotch of her drawers being fumbled aside by the Major's ready hand. In so doing, he uncovered a fine fluff of dark curls and the upper part of her slit.

'Do-oh-on't!', she moaned, while his fingertip gently foraged between her juicy lovelips.

'I have warned you, Patricia. On the next occasion- the slightest interruption save if you wish to ask a question-I shall have your drawers off, my girl. Listen closely now. I, believing Semira to be but an ordinary albeit lovely nubile girl fit only to be mounted, knew little of her ways, as shall be seen. Hence you may feel yourself privileged to hear this narrative, for I have told it to no other. While then she was being held in her seductive state of nakedness, I prepared myself for the divine assault by stripping off my clothes and presenting my stiff pego to her outraged eyes. With what lightning and fire they flashed! Her cries rent the roof, struggling as she was against the arms of my two female servants, whom I had paid well for this moment. Her legs, twisting this way and that, served only to excite my senses. Her belly button was twinkling, her silky belly rippling, and the lips of her quim became visible in her squirmings.

'Commanding that she should be placed down on the carpet with a cushion beneath the small of her back to raise her belly up, I fell to my knees while she was so held. Her nails would have clawed me had they been disengaged, and well I knew it. Lusting upon the blissful moment, I sank upon her delicious form and inserted the crest of my charger in her dell. What further screams she then uttered! All was as velvet within. Inch by inch my cock inserted itself, ever driving upwards until all was firmly ensconced and my balls nestled warmly beneath her bottom. The wild arching of her back and the twisting of her arms which were held back behind her by my servants served only to increase my desire to empty my plunger in her pot and then again repeat the operation. Holding her thighs flat down with the palms of my hands I began to piston my prick, very slowly, of course, for I wished to give her the pleasure of it…'.

'But you did not!', sneered suddenly a female voice from behind him, which caused him to start up so suddenly that his chair fell back while Patricia uttered a rending scream.

'Julia!', stammered the Major, whose face had first gone beetroot and had then paled.

'Indeed, yes. I followed you here, and not for the first time. Have I not told you often enough that there may be no entertainments without my presence? To whom do you owe allegiance?'.

'T… t… to you, my love, my adored, my mistress, my…'.

'Oh, be quiet, you oaf, and still this stupid girl's screams. Here-put this gag on her. I will not have this noise. You know that well enough'.

'GOOO-AAAARGH!', gurgled Patricia then, for quick as a flash a broad band of velvet was fastened securely around her mouth and hastily tied in a knot under her hair. Thus immobile, dumb and sightless, she waited in great apprehension and wonder as to who this visitor could be.

'How fared you then?', Julia asked upon Astrid's return. Dinner being about to be served, they seated themselves at a table while Marie and Amy scurried back and forth to serve them.