A/N: This is a one-shot I wrote set within the universe of a story a friend writes. Read the inspiration for this chapter here: https://www.wattpad.com/1100988473-hendrix-of-gor-the-baths-of-piedmont
“Hurry. At once,” the voice barks.
I hurry to comb Marcela’s copper hair before she drags the comb through mine. I reach out to untwist one of the golden chains draping over her breasts and brush her nipple in the process. She grins up at me.
“What do you think he’s like? The outsider?” she asks.
“Heavy of cock and coin, with any luck,” I reply, smiling and taking her hand.
We were summoned as soon as the outsider had stated his desire for a bath and a tarn race. Marcela and I are talented in both measures: drawing baths as well as drawing information. We are well rewarded for this information by the wealthy men controlling the races.
Enjoying the visitors and each other is merely a bonus.
We walk to the entrance, awaiting the rider from Vonda. Eyes downcast, we wait for acknowledgement before raising them to him. He’s tall and broad and rough in more ways than most, I imagine.
“May we show you to a private bath, Master?” I ask.
“Nay. Instead, lead me to the nearest money lenders and magistrates. I wish to speak with braggarts and coin counters.”
Marcela gives me such a look that I have to catch the laugh in my throat. The boldness of this outsider! She holds in her laugh as well and I struggle to answer respectfully.
“Master, those men have a room in the upper pools but they do not allow outsiders.”
The stranger nods. “Go to them and mention you have served a man unlike any man you have ever met. Not only bold, brash, and strong, but loaded with so much coin that it spills from him when he bends over.”
Marcela and I giggle to hear my prediction being fulfilled. Our eyes rove over him in hopes of the other half being true as well. With a smirk, he lets his skins, weapons, and straps fall so that he is naked.
I was correct. Heavy of cock and coin, indeed.
Moving in our familiar synchrony, we kneel at his feet to remove his boots. They are stuck fast and we tug and tug until we fall backwards. We both gasp to feel the kiss of the cold stone floor against our bare asses and then laugh along with the outsider.
Shooting me a mischievous glance, my chain sister addresses the rider.
“Master, I perceive that you are a crafty man, so I will ask for your wisdom if you wish to give it. My question is this: would it be best for you to be seen by magistrates as you are or cleaned and groomed by two sluts skilled in the art of…grooming?”
The smirk he gives makes it clear that he is familiar with girls such as us and the role we play. “I perceive that you, girl, are not without some art of craft, yourself.”
He makes a show of scratching his beard with eyes upturned. I give Marcela a wink while his eyes are turned away.
“My own craftiness, prompted by your own, tells me that a filthy Alar will not be well accepted. No matter how much coin he carries. Therefore, I will accept a moderate cleaning in a private bath.”
She and I beam at his words. We’ve got him.
Each offering him a hand, we lead him to a room and then down into the steaming water. I’m filled with lustful anticipation and Marcela’s flushed cheeks tell me that she is as well. We begin the bath, our hands moving over him in tandem. We can’t help ourselves and it is not long before we are teasing both him and each other. Marcela and I play at being competitive, seeing who can get closest to his cock before he says anything. Then seeing who can touch him in a way that makes his cock rise more. She drops the game first when she wraps her slim fingers around his hard length and starts to stroke him. I scowl at her and fight to slide my fingers around him as well.
Impatient slut, I mouth at her. She gives me an impish grin in return.
Master chuckles but he is tired of our little games, it seems. Grasping me by the hips, he pulls me down until the head of his heavy cock is against me. I gasp to feel it stretching the walls of my cunt. Marcela moves to stand in front of me, moving my damp hair away so that she can watch my face. He pushes into me and fucks me so hard that the three of us are soon soaked by the churning water.
“How does it feel, sweet sister?” she whispers to me, brushing her hands over my tits and belly. “Good?”
“So good,” I gasp. I bury my face into her wet neck, dropping kisses in between my moans and whimpers. I could cry out at the loss when he pulls out of me but it’s worth it to watch Marcela’s face as she is stretched next by his cock. I kiss her lips and freckled cheeks and reach out to run my fingers along her thighs.
He switches between us at will, never giving us enough time on his cock to cum. After my third or fourth time, I feel nearly mad with lust and the need to cum. While he is fucking Marcela, I move to stand next to him, caressing his chest and pleading in his ear.
“Master! Master’s member pushes the water into me so fast and hard that I nearly cum with every thrust. Please, Sir, I beg you to let us cum. Please, Master. My chain sister and I are not used to such force.”
My words work, I watch as he slams her down onto him and see her back arch with her pleasure. He pushes her away and I squeal to feel his hands grip my sides and his thick cock slide back into me. He fucks me relentlessly until I too am cumming around him, my cries echoing off of the stone around us.
I’m dazed in the aftermath of such fucking but realize he hasn’t cum yet. His rough hands guide us both to lean over the edge of the pool and he slaps his cock against my ass and then hers. I look over and grin at my chain sister. It’s been ages since we’ve had such a good fucking. I can’t wait to go back and tell the other bath girls of our conquest.
“Please, Master Alar, give us your seed. We want it,” Marcela begs. I reach back and try to stroke it for him. His big hand holds me against the cold stone and never allows me more than a couple of strokes before pulling away. He chuckles darkly at my impatience before moving to my sister. I watch as he spreads her pale cheeks and realize what he is doing. Something we’ve only heard whispers and giggles of from our fellow bath girls but never felt ourselves.
“Sir – we’ve never –” I start to say when my sister cries out. But her cries soon turn to moans and my concern turns to envy. I watch in fascination as he fucks my sister’s ass.
Marcela is crying out and begging for more. “Yes, Master – please – more. All of it.”
“Be not greedy. Half is for your chain sister,” the Outrider says.
I smile to hear this, as I want him to fuck me the same way. The thought is making me feel more wet and warm than the steaming water around us.
He fucks her for a few more strokes then turns to bend me over. The thick head of his cock pushes at my ass and I bite my lip. I feel my body’s resistance to him but he presses forward. I grit my teeth at the quick ache of my body stretching around him but am determined to take him as my sister did. Finally, his whole cock is inside my ass and it’s the best sense of fullness I’ve ever felt. His rough hands grip my hips and I push back for more. I feel his cock swell and start to pump his seed into me.
“Ffffuuuuck,” I shiver, cunt clenching with need for him. “This feels so good, Master. Being filled like this.”
He grunts but says nothing. I nearly complain when he pulls out of me, but quickly feel the warm droplets hit my ass. When I look to Marcela, I see more on her tongue. I lean forward to kiss her and share his cum between our mouths.
We sigh in satisfaction and hold each other. We would happily sink back into the warm water but the outsider speaks.
“Now, show me where the rich ones bathe that I might take from them as I did from the both of you.”
– end –
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p34h7q/bath_girls_of_piedmont_bdsm_gor_threesome_slave
Make another one please!
Enjoying your writing very much miss…