Snow White caught a glimpse of her third tutor as she was pushed into the room. He was lying on the bed. With his dark hair and deep green eyes he looked like a fallen angel. The gleam of skin from his powerful chest and shoulders made her ache to run her hands up and down his chest, tangling in the sprinkle of dark curls that covered it. Once she was done there then she would move down to his pants and rip the loose gray lounging pants that he wore off uncovering his taut thighs and aroused cock.
But then the image from the other day of what he had said and done intruded into her thoughts. Snow White turned white and shiver of unease crept up her spine, this was the man who not more than a day ago spoke about fucking her ass.
"Are you afraid to look at me, wench?" He asked
"No." Snow White replied, not lifting her eyes. There was no way she could look at him knowing what he wanted to do to her.
There was laughter in his voice when he spoke. "Well, then turn and look at me."
But when she did the amusement left him for he could see the unease in her eyes. He hurried to reassure her. "You don't need to fear me, wench nor the lessons I have to teach you. I have trained many women on the intricacies of ass fucking, and I promise you that you will find your fulfillment much more intense."
She gave him a scornful look.
"You don't believe me." He stated. "Well my dear wench, there is no way for me to prove I speak the truth except for me to show you. So, you may now enter my bed so that I may get a proper greeting from you."
His hand was there to guide her once she was on the bed and soon Snow White found herself on hands and knees straddling the sinful devil.
He smiled at her a knowing sensual smile that let her know he was definitely looking forward to her lessons. "Now greet me properly with a kiss, and then I shall greet you." His gruff voice had returned somewhat with that order.
Snow White bent her arms and touched her lips to his. They were warm and firm and caused the pit of her stomach to dance around in a wild jumble of sparks. An image of how Derek had kissed her came to mind. Hesitantly, she outlined his lips with her tongue. His mouth parted on a hoarse moan, urging her on. She slid her tongue into the rich heat of his mouth, tasting a hint of the brandy he must have drunk earlier.
His hands fisted in her hair, holding Snow White steady while he ravaged her mouth in a demanding kiss that left her senses reeling.
"For future reference, wench," he rasped out between breaths, "that was a proper greeting. Now it's my turn. Stay as you are and don't move."
He scooted down on the bed until his head was directly under her hanging breasts. "Beautiful." He cupped his hands around the firm globes. "And such delightful little berries on top. I love to eat berries. Let me tell you how I like to eat berries. First, I like to use my tongue and lick all over the outside of the berry, teasing myself with just a hint of its flavor."
Snow White shivered, as his tongue tasted her nipples just as he had described.
"Then I like to nip at the skin so that I can get a little more of the berries taste."
She inhaled sharply at the erotic torture his teeth performed on her nipples and the skin surrounding them.
"And then, when I can stand the torment no longer, I take the delicious morsel into my mouth, sucking and biting the berries until every ounce of its sweet nectar is gone.
She cried out in a shivery voice as he sucked a nipple deep inside his mouth where his tongue lashed and flicked across it and his teeth bit gently into the creamy flesh. Several wonderful moments later the other breast received the same treatment.
"Mmm." He moaned out releasing the nipple. "Such a succulent distraction. It's such a shame that I have to leave them, but I've made you wait long enough for your greeting."
He kissed each breast once more and then slid down and out from underneath her body. She could hear him move around the room and then the noise of several drawers being opened and shut before he returned to the bed and placed an average sized ornately carved box that looked to be made of mahogany at her head.
"Open the box." He commanded.
She reached out with one hand and released the lock on the front of the box and slowly pulled it open until the top lid rested against the bed. Inside were several objects of various widths. Her eyes widened when she realized they looked like cocks.
Brutus maneuvered himself until he was kneeling behind Snow White. He curved his body over hers, chest to back, his semi-hard erection brushing her pussy through the lounging pants. Reaching into the box he pulled out the smallest cock and held it up for Snow White's perusal.
"This is a dildo." He told her. "It will now greet your beautiful ass, helping to stretch your anal opening so that you may accommodate my cock without pain. You will hold your body relaxed as you did when my finger was inside you so that it may enter you without restriction."
Snow White closed her eyes, dreading what was to come but unable to stop it. When he lifted off of her she tensed in reaction and then had to force herself to relax. Coldness touched her as the object was swirled and circled around the tight circle of flesh. She felt wetness wherever it touched and realized he had lubricated the phallus with some kind of oil.
