Lost in Eros
Book I: The Manor
The Next Morning, Continued
Tascha woke up with a smile on her face. She threw the covers off her and stretched. She looked around a little and saw the morning light coming through the windows into the Lord's bedroom. She felt well rested and physically content. Today she and Don would try to get home, but for right now she would just lie here for a moment and bask in the afterglow of a day and night of intense sex – and lots of it! She sighed happily as she felt warm hands moving over her thighs, pushing them apart. She parted her legs willingly, and shivered a little as she felt hot breath on her exposed pussy. Fingers stroked her, and she knew at once that it was not the Lord between her legs. She thought the appropriate response to this was probably shock and indignation. Certainly this was her reaction the day before when she woke up next to Don and felt his fingers between her legs. Now, though, she didn't really mind who was touching her as long as they kept doing it so well.
Besides
, she thought,
it's probably Don anyway, and I want him to lick me
. She felt a mouth on her then, and the fingers opened her up. A soft, strong tongue delved into her and over her. She shuddered and murmured, "That's nice."
She parted her legs further, and felt masculine hands take hold of her upper thighs, holding her against the mouth that was now making love to her pussy and clit. Tascha sighed again, relaxing into the bed. Her hands moved over her own body, caressing it. She held onto her tits and squeezed them. A tremor passed through her and she arched her back a little. Turning her head to the side, she caught a glimpse of the wall through which she could still see the Lady's room. She could make out a woman lying there with her back to the window-wall. The woman had long red hair, so it wasn't the Lady. Tascha could see a man's shoulder and part of his back past the redhead's body. Though he was now with some other woman, Don was still in that room.
A moment of anxiety came and went quickly, replaced by curiosity. She looked down to see the beautiful young man who had helped bathe her last night, before she had blacked out from exhaustion. His hair was light brown and cut short. Tascha could see his muscular back and cute butt. He kept licking at her clit, and a shiver ran through her. Tascha decided that she wouldn't protest for another few minutes. Lying back again, she squeezed her tits tighter and let the sensations fill her. Soon a shuddering orgasm racked her body and left her grinning up at the ceiling.
The young man took his mouth from her, and climbed up to look down at her. His face was wet with her juices. She laughed and reached up to take his face in her hands. She sat up enough to kiss him on the mouth, playfully licking some of her wetness from his face.
"That was wonderful," she said, "now lie down and let me return the favor."
The young man promptly did as he was told, and Tascha quickly got up into position so she could lean on his belly. She took his cock in her hand and sucked the head of it. It wasn't as big a cock as the Lord's, so she was able to get more of it into her mouth. Tascha thought it was about the size of Don's, and for some reason this made her happy. She thought this might be good practice for later. She liked the feeling of it sliding over her lips and against her tongue. As she worked her mouth up and down on him, she moved her hand up and down on the base of the shaft. She tried to see how far she could get it down her throat, but that didn't work too well at first. She went back to sucking on just the head, and then decided to try again. Other women did it, so she should be able to do it. The angle was good here, and she had control over everything, so she gave it another shot. Deliberately relaxing, she slid down on the shaft. She felt her throat closing around the head, and paused. She breathed through her nose and relaxed. Down a bit further, pause, and a bit further. Soon she found that her hand was caressing the young man's balls, and her lips were around the base of his cock. She squeezed his balls a little and swallowed, which was a very strange sensation – but not an unpleasant one. She slowly pulled back, sucked on the head some more while stroking his cock vigorously. The shaft was now very wet with her saliva, and her hand moved easily up and down on him even though she was holding him very tightly. She went back down, taking him into her throat much easier, pausing only once on the way. The next time she went all the way down in one steady motion.
I wish I could see myself
, she thought to herself, and then,
I wish Don could see me!
She backed up off the shaft, and went back to sucking mostly just the head and stroking the shaft intently, almost furiously. Finally, this was too much to resist, and the cock in her fist and mouth erupted with a jet of hot, delicious cum. Tascha swallowed and swallowed again, slowly pumping the cock with her hand and sucking greedily. When she was sure she'd gotten as much as the young man had to give, she reluctantly took her mouth off him, gave the head a parting kiss, and lowered the cock to his taut belly.
Tascha sat up on her haunches and looked down at the blissful young man. "Good morning, I'm Tascha."
"Hello, milady," the young man said, "I'm Jason, the Lord's acolyte."
"Very nice to meet you, Jason," Tascha grinned. "You sure know how to wake a lady with style."
"Thank you, milady."
"So, where is his Lordship?"
"He is attending to his morning duties," Jason said, sitting up. "He left me to wake you pleasurably, and to escort you back to the ballroom."
"Well, so far so good," she said. "Where's my dress?"
"Your clothes have been taken to the laundry, milady," Jason said. "You may get more from the wardrobe if you like."
"No, that's alright," Tascha said as she got up off the bed. "I'm kind of getting used to running around here naked."
"Most people do," Jason said. He got up and picked up and put on a dark blue robe, much like the one the Lord had worn the night before, only smaller.
"So, Jason, while we're going to the ballroom, tell me about these 'duties' of the Lord's, and explain to me just what an 'acolyte' is."
Jason's answers to these questions were not much different from the ones Deidre would soon be giving Don. The Lord's morning routine did not include a trip to the garden, though, so she did not try to get Jason to lead her there. In any case, she knew Don was still in bed and not waiting for her in the ballroom.
When they got to the ballroom, she said goodbye to Jason, and then paced around the ballroom. She was amused to see the number of garments just cast aside during the night. She looked in on the alcoves in curiosity. There were quite a few bodies there sleeping soundly. She saw a woman giving a man a blow job, and another couple quietly fucking in a corner. Then, in the alcove to the right of the big table where she was supposed to meet Don, she saw a group of women lying there with arms and legs intertwined, making out with each other and with their hands playing with whatever was in reach.
Don better hurry
, Tascha thought to herself. She looked back over her shoulder to see if Don had come into the ballroom, and while she was looking away, she heard a familiar voice say, "Hey, it's Tascha!"
She turned around to see the three women in front of her looking at her. She grinned and said, "Hi, Suzy, Suki and Sandy."
"We've been waiting for you," Suki said.
"Well, not
just
waiting for you," Suzy added. "How was your night with the Lord?"
Tascha laughed, "It was fun."