“There it’s done.”  

I got off the bed and wanted to get dressed but the Lord grabbed my hand before I reached for the robe.

“Why are you so hasty, look what you've done.” He pointed at his crotch. I could see he had an erection. He didn’t want to have sex with me again, did he? The fear reflected on my face immediately.

“Got scared?” He smiled, stroking my hip and my buttock. ‘Tell me what shall I do now, hmm? How can you help me?” 

Right I could do what he did last night or the bathing servant did to me three times actually. I could stroke him. I looked at him, he was waiting for my answer. So he wanted me to say it out loud. I knew I was flushed again, it always happens to me when I’m stressed. That was one of the reasons my diplomacy teacher gave up on me.

“I can help you with my hand.” There I said it. 

The lord chuckled, no he laughed. That was so mean of him. I pouted and decided to get dressed no matter what. I already put my robe back on when I heard.

“Fine, fine. Do it. Make me come, with your hand.” The Lord finally calmed down. I wanted to sit next to him on the bed but he spread his legs and with a gesture showed me to sit on the floor, right between his legs. I sat down and took out his erected thing. It was bigger than mine, had a more intense color, and the texture was nice too. There were also veins popping out. I never touched another man’s private things, so this was new.

“What are you doing? Do you like my dick so much?” The Lord asked with a wide grin.

Fucker.

“It’s not like I’m doing something like that every day, so I just looked.” I explained. I was still pouty from before. I will make him come with a few strokes, then I will laugh. I started to rub him up and down, it was fine, I could do it. I was wondering how long he will be able to last. I might even have smiled at this idea when I felt the Lord’s hand on my head. He grabbed my hair and flipped it to the left. I was still stroking him expecting to see him come any moment now. I watched his face, there was still that weird smile left on his lips. He slowly pushed the robe out of my right shoulder, revealing my nape and the collarbone. My hand started to shake and it felt sore. Why wasn’t he coming? Was I doing something wrong? Should I do it faster or maybe harder? I was thinking about changing the technique of rubbing him,  when he stopped my hand.

“You will never make me come like that. You have to do something else.” His hand was back on my jawline and now he was stroking my lips. I was clueless. 

“What am I doing wrong?” I frowned.

“You’re cute, but it starts to hurt so be a good boy, open your mouth and take it.” He pushed his finger inside my mouth and I opened it out of shock. He wanted to put his, his …dick into my mouth. Fuck no. I heard about it once when I overheard the soldiers but that was something that was done in a brothel.

“We will do it slowly, remember to stick your tongue out. Don’t you dare to touch my cook with your teeth or I will punish you. Try to take it in as deep as you can and then suck and lick on it.”

I was looking at him in disbelief, too shocked to say anything.  

“What are you waiting for?”

“That’s something only whores would do.” I said without thinking.

“So? Who do you think you are?”  He grabbed my hair and pulled my face closer, his dick was literally touching my lips. I tried to push him away but he threw me on the bed. He sat astride me, pushing my arms under his bent knees , placed a pillow under my head and forced my mouth to open. Then his dick touched my lips and my tongue. 

“If I feel any teeth I will pull them out.”

“Wait, I’ll do it. Just not like that.” I almost screamed. He stopped and looked at me.

“Fine.” He let my arms and I crawled from underneath him.

“Lay on the bed.” I ordered  and flipped my hair to the side. I hoped he might lose his interest and get soft but his dick was still hard as fuck. I took off my robe, placed myself on my belly between his legs, looked him in the eyes and yeah, I licked his thing. Just once, like you do it with those long sweet candies that the merchants were selling on the market square during different festivals. I put the tip into my mouth and licked it. It felt weird. I looked at the Lord, he was breathing hard. I repeated the action by putting his dick a bit deeper and then pulling up. I did it a few times till I felt the Lord’s hand on my head. He slightly pushed it, making me swallow his dick more. It hit the back of my throat, my mouth was sore and the corners of my lips hurt. I pulled my head up as I was choking, tears were coming out of my eyes. I was rubbing him up and down hoping he would come and he did. Straight on my face. I had another man’s cum on my face. That was dirty and repulsive.

“That was the worst blow job ever, but you got me high and that face of yours covered in my cum is a sight to see. Have you tasted it?” 

No, no no. That was too much. I shook my head.

“Fine, we will reach that point sooner or later. You need some time and  a little push or force. You will enjoy it my little slut. I will train you well. Look I’m getting hard just by looking at you and thinking about all the possible things I will do to you.” 

I jumped out of the bed and ran straight to the bathroom to wash my face.