~~~~For Eric~~~~
Maya’s teeth chattered as she lifted the antique brass knocker. She let it fall against the giant door. She was so relieved to have stumbled upon this mansion in the dark. She was dripping wet, and her hands and feet were going numb.
A man answered the door. He was tall and handsome.
Her teeth chattered as she spoke. “E-excuse me, Sir. My name’s Maya. I- I got lost. I can’t find my way. I- I saw your lights on. May I-“
Without a moment’s hesitation, he answered, “I’m happy to dry you off, warm you up, and send you on your way with a coat and some directions. Or else…..”
“Yes?”
He looked her straight in the eye.
“You can stay the night if I can inspect your genitals.”
Maya’s stomach dropped, and she felt butterflies at the same time.
“I…. what?”
“You heard me. You can stay the night if I can inspect your genitals.”
Maya shivered. She was so cold. And… he was so handsome. She took a moment to weigh her options.
“No sex?” she asked.
“Not as long as you agree to my terms: no talking and no moving.”
She looked past him at the warm, dry, inviting mansion. She was intrigued by his strange offer. She looked him in the eyes, and- in a move that surprised even herself- nodded in wordless agreement.
The second she agreed, he took her hand and led her inside. Her poor hand was like ice. They walked past a dark foyer and into the great room. He left her there alone for a minute, dripping on the carpet. Then he returned with a large, fluffy towel. “Take your clothes off. You may dry off, while I start a fire to warm you.”
She felt like she was in a trance. What was she doing? She would never normally behave this way. She watched him as he began working over the fireplace, lighting kindling as if it were any typical night.
When she was sure he wasn’t looking, she quickly peeled her wet clothes off. She hastily wrapped herself in the towel. Soon he had a fire crackling. The smell brought back memories of roasting marshmallows and of family bonfires.
The man walked over to her. She was shivering in the towel. She waited to see what he would do. To her surprise, he wrapped her up in his arms. She froze in place, but soon melted in to the warmth of the stranger’s body.
He held her until she stopped shaking. When she was finally still, he took her hand again and led her to the bearskin rug in front of the fire.
“Lay down here,” he ordered.
Holy cow. What had she agreed to?
She tried to keep modest under the towel as she got down on the rug. Tentatively, she laid on her back. Then she waited.
He knelt by her legs and stared at her. She looked up at him, wet hair strewn around her head. He reached down and opened her towel to see her naked body. Instinctively, she brought her arms in to cover to her breasts. He gave her body a long look-over. Then he dropped the towel, leaving it open and her exposed.
Her heart was pounding. He crawled down to her feet and put his hands on her knees. Slowly, he pulled them in opposite directions. She resisted for a second, and then let her knees fall open. Her stomach dropped again. This was insane. Her privates were completely exposed to this stranger. What was he going to do?
To her surprise, he pulled some cards out of his back pocket. They looked like… paint chips. No, they *were* paint chips. Printed shades of mauve and rose and wine.
He lowered himself onto his elbows, bringing his face close to her open lips. She could feel his breath on her skin.
He compared every hue on the cards to her innermost folds. He was looking for matches, gathering data. Under his breath, he muttered, “Maroon down here, and… Morning Rose up here.” He lightly touched the sample to her clit. She jumped as it touched her.
Then he retrieved a measuring tape from his other pocket. He pulled out the tape and held it up to her pussy, measuring its length. He measured the width of each lip. He measured the diameter of her opening. Finally he put the tape away and began to touch her.
“Excuse me, Sir. I’m not sure wha-“
“Shhhhhh,” he interrupted. “I said no talking.”
He pinched one of her folds, and rubbed it between his fingertips, feeling the texture. He smelled his fingers. He ran his pointer slowly up between her inner and outer lips. Tingles ran down her spine.
He took an inner lip in each hand and pulled them open, closed, open, closed. She was so vulnerable, so exposed to him. She could still feel his breath. She began getting quite aroused. Her nipples could cut glass.
He touched every crevice she had, satisfying his curiosity. He fondled her thoroughly. He touched her clit, tracing light circles and stroking it this way and that. His meticulous touches were incredibly erotic. Despite her best intentions she was getting wet.
Then she felt it. He was tracing the rim of her opening. She knew this was coming.
He slowly penetrated her with his finger, watching it disappear inside of her. She knew she could hop up and run. But she was so aroused and intrigued. He curled his finger, feeling all around, making her squirm.
“Please hold still,” he directed. “No talking, no moving.”
She froze and tried not to buck her hips like she wanted. He pulsed his finger just barely in and just barely out, oscillating it quickly. Then he plunged deeply inside her. Her breasts hurt and she realized she’d grabbed and squeezed them.
He continued this penetration, and began to lick her clitoris as well. She felt his wet tongue on her pearl and arched her back. The warmth from the fire heated her skin.
“Sir! I-“
He looked up wildly. “I TOLD you not to speak!”
“Oh, right. I- I’m sorry- I-“
He knelt up and began unbuckling his belt. “I asked you not to move, and you did. I asked you not to speak, and you did. Twice. You need to learn that there are consequences to your actions.”
He was pulling off his pants, while she tried frantically to apologize. “I’m sorry! I was just so caught up in the moment! I… I-“
“You’re lucky I don’t release you back into the forest wearing only boots and a coat- with your naked beaver exposed to whoever finds you next.”
He straddled her torso and began rubbing his dick on her chest. It felt so raunchy, so wrong- and yet all she wanted was more. His cock was hard, but his skin was silky as he smeared it against her tits. He thrust it up to her mouth.
“Kiss it.”
She touched her lips to his velvety skin. It was so smooth. He pulled his dick back and roughly stroked it on her boobs again, painting her tits with a trail of his pre-cum. He thrust his erection to her mouth once more.
“Again.”
She used her tongue to lick the rim of his head, and kissed it like a good girl. He smeared himself on her tits till he began twitching with little jolts of pleasure.
“Suck,” he ordered.
She wrapped her lips around his cock. It was dark and veiny. She sucked hard, pulling the skin on his shaft upwards with her lips. She bobbed up and down, feeling every part of him with her tongue. She sucked with vigor- willing his juices into her mouth.
He pulled out of her mouth and pushed himself on her tits again. He used his hands to squeeze her boobs together, surrounding his cock. He hadn’t reprimanded her when she held onto his ass, so she tried her luck. She felt around for his rosebud, and played at its entrance. His lips parted and his expression was one of pleasure; he obviously close to cumming.
She slowly pushed her finger inside him, which pushed him over the edge.
She continued stimulating his ass while he came on her tits. His milky white cum gushed out, raining down on her boobs and neck. She took it.
His body shuddered with pleasure as he finished ejaculating. His semen ran down her boobs. It dripped off the sides of her body and puddled in the valley between her tits. A small spatter had speckled her face. She licked her lips, looking up at him with wide eyes.
They stared at each other for a moment. He looked a little shell-shocked, as if he hadn’t meant for it to go this far.
He climbed off and slid the towel out from under her. He used one end of it to dry his dick off. Then he used the other end to begin patting her breasts dry. As he cleaned her, he cleared his throat.
“The, uh, bedroom is up the main staircase and to the right. There are dry towels and linens in the closet. I don’t have anything for you to wear, but the bed is soft and I’ll make sure you stay warm. You may stay the night, and I’ll take you wherever you need to go tomorrow.”
Maya nodded with a twinkle in her eye. “I appreciate your generosity, Sir, especially after I broke your rules. I think it’s only fair that I submit to a follow-up inspection.”
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