He laughed, looking at her breasts. "Well, I haven't seen breasts like yours in a long time, Tamara. They're quite large, and firm and I've wanted to touch them ever since I first saw you." He grabbed a soft globe in his hand, kneading it.
"Especially since the day I saw them for myself."
He put his mouth to her, sucking her. She moaned.
"Tamara, I'm going to fuck you now," he finally whispered, changing position, his erection at the ready. "I'm going to do it hard and fast, and I'm not going to stop until I'm quite finished with you… Understand?"
Tamara moaned at the sound of his harsh voice. She nodded a split second before he entered her. His frenzied pounding was nothing like what she'd previously experienced… He slammed her hard, his hips grinding as he drove his member into her soft body. Tamara gasped and moaned, her body moving as he moved within it. The bed was banging against the wall in time with his banging against her. His groans were getting louder, and louder.
"Oh gods, Tamara! I want to fuck you! I want to fuck you hard! Do you want me to?"
"Yes…" she moaned.
"Then say it!" he ordered, slamming his shaft ever faster, and harder into her.
"I want you to fuck me, Tryan!" she screamed, "Fuck me hard! Gods, fuck me!
Please!"
Tryan was moving as fast as he could, and he began to tremble. He groaned, and Tamara knew what was coming. She smiled. When he exploded, she moaned, soft, and low and long. Spent, Tryan collapsed on top of her, enjoying the feel of those huge tits of hers mashing against his chest. A soft gasp escaped her.
"You were every bit as incredible as I imagined you'd be," he told her. "Your body was made for this kind of thing." His lips claimed hers, and she let him taste his own juices as she kissed him back.
"I love this," Tamara said. "I think I'm addicted to sex."
Tryan rolled off her, gazing at her damp, naked body. "I want you to stay here, and let me show you all the pleasures of sex … there are people who would just love to meet you, sexy Tamara."
Tamara looked at him. "How do you know-"
"I was here when he fucked you. I wanted to be the first, but he stole you from me."
Tamara's lips dropped open. "You – you watched us?"
He grinned. "Damned erotic too."
She felt new dampness between her legs at the thought of Tryan watching Aaron and Tamara's sex play. She moaned. "You liked it, huh?"
"I jerked myself off just watching the two of you."
She thought about that, as well. He was looking down, between her legs, and smiling.
"Your pussy's getting wet again, Tamara. Do you like the idea that I watched another man fuck you?"
She moaned softly. He laughed.
"I watched him slide his long, hard cock into your wet, hot pussy…" he whispered feverishly in her ear, accompanied by a long moan from her. "I watched him pound you and pound you as you screamed under him."
Her hand slid slowly down her smooth stomach towards her increasingly wet female flesh. He chuckled. "Your tits were bouncing as he went in, and out and in, and out… You were wiggling around, and you loved it… The harder he slammed you, the more you wanted it…"
Tamara's fingers found herself, and were poking in and out as he spoke. She began to writhe. His lips took a nipple, sucking on it.
"I watched you, Tamara," he said, raising his head to look at her. "I stroked myself, and wished it were me inside you like that, probing you, fucking you…"
Tamara gasped, waves of sensation crashing over her body just then, and she screamed. He laughed, watching her body's trembling finally cease.
"Words…" she whispered. "Even words can be erotic."
He nodded. "Now, we'll-"
"Tryan!" came a yell from outside the room. He looked up. One of the sentries he'd placed to insure nobody bothered them.
"What?" he snapped irritably. "I'm busy!"
There was a crash, and shouts, very close.
"Come here!" the sentry yelled, "Quick!"
Tryan jumped up, grabbing his tunic. He threw it on hurriedly, glancing back at Tamara on her bed.
"I'll be back," he said, and vanished through the door.
That was the last time Tamara saw Tryan.
Aaron, however, true to his word, returned for Tamara, and took her back with him to his ship.
That, however, is another story…
THE STATE BALL
Jocelyn was bored and restless. She had agreed to dance with Brodie because he had been there and now, as she danced with him, she wondered what the rest of the tedious evening would be like. Rarely did she even come to the city for the state balls her husband held every several months, because he never paid any attention to her and her regular lover was busy doing his job.
Brodie was taller than her, wide shouldered, big for a Dirandan, almost chunky, but he seemed to carry the additional weight well. He was about her age and not unattractive by any means, if you liked them nearly savage. He had large dark eyes and dark brown hair, pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, like all noblemen. He was smiling rather lasciviously at her.
"Jocelyn?"
"Hm. What?"
"I said, I like your gown. Didn't you hear me?"
She blinked and smiled. "No, I'm sorry, I didn't."
"Bored?"
She shook her head, not noticing the way his eyes dropped to her chest when she did. "Of course not."
He chuckled, enjoying the view. Her aquamarine gown was of a thin, shimmery fabric that clung to every curve of her body, with an off-the-shoulder neckline that rode low across her voluptuous breasts. How the Director could ignore her was beyond him. He had been very interested in Jocelyn from the first time he'd met her, some years ago. He'd never had the opportunity to spend much time alone with her, something he planned to remedy tonight.
"I think you are," he said thoughtfully. "So am I. What say we find a nice quiet place and chat or something for a while?"
Jocelyn looked at him for a moment. He was glancing down at her breasts every few seconds and far from irritating her, it was exciting her. "Or something." she said quietly. She was enjoying his attention. The evening was beginning to promise not to be so boring after all.
Philo Brodie smiled at her and walked her off the dance floor, quickly guiding her into the wide hallway that connected it with the banquet hall. Several corridors lead off from it and he directed her into the longest one, to a door at the very end.
They stepped inside.
"The Blue room," Brodie said. "Do you like it?"
Jocelyn nodded, realizing Brodie knew these areas very well. "You have assignations often, Margrave?"
He smiled. "Often enough." He cupped the side of her breast as he continued to lead her into the room, slowly beginning to massage it as he did.
Jocelyn gasped softly, pushing his hand away. Suddenly she wasn't so sure she wanted to let this man have his way with her.
"Don't worry, Jocelyn," he said easily, touching her again, massaging her full breast with the whole of his hand. Putting his other arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, easing her down onto a large, soft, dark blue sofa covered in velvet. He licked his lips and lowered them to her cleavage, kissing her. She moaned softly, squirming. She was nervous. She didn't know Brodie very well but was beginning to believe the rumors she had heard about him.
"I don't think this was such a good idea," she said, gasping as he nuzzled her skin. He moved a little more, on top of her, so he was pinning her down on the sofa. He put one leg between hers, pushing her down onto her back, tugging at the neckline of her gown, rubbing his thigh up against her. She squirmed, protesting.
"Shh," he murmured against the swell of her breast, "No one will find out. I'm good. I promise you. And I want to see your tits, Jocelyn. Your big tits have been teasing me ever since I met you, now I want to play with them for myself." He chuckled as she squirmed in protest and his tugging made one of her large breasts pop free. His eyes widened in lust and he began sucking her nipple, kneading her breast with one large hand as he yanked at the top of the gown, nearly tearing it in his urgency to uncover her remaining breast.