Tales of the Soiled Dove Ch. 02

Just as Jeanette began to ease off the crest the noble pulled out and shot his load, spewing his thick sticky seed all over her breasts, stomach, and pussy. Glob after glob of the hot rich cum splattered onto her as he matched her climax. Finally he slumped over, panting for breath. Before he could even fix his pants Willem was there pushing him aside for his turn.

The Duke wrenched her thighs apart and quickly thrust his cock into her as well, pushing it deep into her soaking wet cunt. He worked it from side to side, and stirred it in a circle as he moved it in and out. Jeanette shuddered as she felt his cock enter her, sliding against her pussy which was still hyper-sensitive from her climax.

"I may have had to wait to last, but I can think of a few ways I can still be first." Willem's smiled unpleasantly as he pulled his hips back and worked his cock free. Without a moment's hesitation he aimed it lower, guiding the bulbous head of his shaft between her firm ass cheeks and lining it up with her puckered ass. He quickly jabbed forward again, pushing his thick shaft deep into Jeanette's rear.

"Nnng! Oh Your Grace!" She cried out as he filled her ass. Jeanette grunted as he started to thrust, violating her ass. In a way it was actually more pleasurable than having him in her pussy, since her sex was still quite sensitive and received less friction through the membrane separating her anal and vaginal passages.

Willem's cock was well lubed from her pussy, and slid in and out of her ass with relative ease. "A little loose back here, aren't you? I might be the first tonight but I'm not the first ever, am I madam whore?" Willem pinched her ass roughly, and then squeezed her cheeks together to make her clamp even tighter around his cock.

"Ah! No Your Grace!" Jeanette grunted as Willem lifted her legs up and bent them back while he fucked her in the ass. She tried to roll on her back to continue to fuck him back, but the cast iron metal table was rough on her spine. Instead she just squeezed and released his cock with her sphincter while shaking her hips to try and give him more pleasure.

Willem shifted his grip, placing his forearm on the backs of Jeanette's calves to free up a hand to pinch her ass again. He squeezed it so hard he left a bruise, and then made it hurt even more by smacking the cheek several times with an open palm. "Then take it, whore! Take my big cock!"

Jeanette looked up in surprise at the anger and cruelty in his eyes. She had no idea that Willem had this side to him. She was fortunate that her parents would never allow him to press his idea to court her any further. A sharp blow to her breast brought her attention back to him. Willem groped at them, squeezing and pinching them hard until they bruised as well.

Jeanette winced and groaned from the abuse. She rather enjoyed a little spanking during sex, but this was getting rougher than she liked. Willem seemed to be enjoying it though, and each time she winced in pain she could feel him thrust just a little harder, a little more desperately.

"Ah! Ow it hurts Your Grace! You're too big! Too strong! Please be gentle, mercy!" She cried out in a tremulous voice, and smiled beneath the veil as she watched him shudder in pleasure.

"You don't deserve it whore!" Willem lifted her hips up a little higher, allowing him to thrust almost directly down into her ass. His cock pounded in and out of her, stretching her ass and molding it to the girth of his cock as he ravished her backside.

More grunts of pain erupted from her as she gave him what he wanted to hear. But as her hips were raised higher, the veil started to slip up her face. Panic shot through her as she felt it move, terrified that Willem would see her face and recognize her. She tried to settle herself, but each time she tried to reset her position the Duke would counter her move as he fucked her with reckless abandon.

"Ah..ah ow! Mmm! Nnng! Your Grace! Your Grace!" Jeanette grunted gutturally as the veil slipped over her chin and lips, exposing the lower half of her face. She quickly tugged it back into place, but it only lasted a moment before it started to slip again.

Fortunately, Willem was lost in his own pleasure. He brutally pounded her ass until it was a bright red, peppered with black and blue bruises from his pinches and smacks. Willem suddenly yanked her upwards, the violent motion making the veil flip up to expose her face just as he threw back his head and started to cum deep in her bowels.

It seemed like the whole world froze, and then began to move in slow motion as she frantically tried to fix her veil before the Duke's eyes opened. Willem spurted into her ass, again and again as she drained his balls by milking his shaft with her tight anal muscles. Finally his climax subsided and he pulled out.

Jeanette sighed in relief when he did, anxious to get away from the table. Willem must not have seen her face in that brief moment and she wanted to get out of there before something else went wrong. Jonathan detached the chain from her collar as Willem put his cock away.

"That is doubtless the best winning hand I've ever had, Madam."

"Indeed. Well worth ten gold marks, any day of the week." Added the third noble.

"Thank you My Lords. It's been my pleasure to serve you, but I'm afraid I must get back to my duties. Please excuse me, Your Grace." Jeanette curtsied and grabbed her pitchers and quickly moved off before Willem could say anything further. That was a close call and she needed to put distance between them. It wouldn't do to have someone who could recognize her seeing her in a compromising position if the veil almost came off again. The night was still young after all, and the party was just getting started.