Chapter 191: Training *
Chapter 191: Training *
It took hours for the party to travel to the Church and back. And considering the sermon took place in the evening, naturally- it was midnight.
Top floor of the Jolly Elixer- the tavern which housed the base of the Blue Rose Syndicate.
Adrian was sitting at the edge of the only bed of the room. The brown haired Elise was standing just ahead of him- her black eyes fixed on the wooden floor, fists clenched and upper teeth biting her lower lip.
Irene, as per her tutor’s order, was sitting on the single sofa that faced the bed.
Adrian turned to Irene. “You wanted to know how babies are made, right?” He smirked. “I will show you today.”
Irene nodded.
He turned back to Elise. “Go on, take off your clothes.”
Elise reluctantly untied the strings that held the chest of her dress together, her eyes still looking at the ground. Once it was over, she pushed the shoulders of her dress off. The dress slid to the ground.
What remained on her body was a set of black lingerie, protecting her breasts and crotch from Adrian’s eyes.
Adrian nodded in satisfaction. “Come here.” He ordered.
Elise felt her whole body getting heavy, her face flushed. But she dragged herself through the floor nonetheless. She came to a stop when the distance between them was not even a meter.
He separated his thighs and pulled down his pants a bit, exposing his huge erect cock.
Elise subconsciously looked away. The Red on her face got even brighter.
“Looks like you are a completely innocent soul when it comes to sex.” He scanned her from top to bottom. “No worries.” He affirmed. “I will take care of your education.”
More blood rushed to her cheeks. She might be a virgin, but she was definitely not an ignorant fool.
“Kneel.”
She took one step forward and knelt between his legs. His standing tower was just ahead of her face.
“Touch it. Use your hands.”
She gulped and reached forth her left hand, finally touching his hardness. Her whole body was trembling- especially her hand.
“See, it doesn’t bite you, does it?” He chuckled.
Her face was turning redder and redder every moment.
“Start stroking it. Feel free to use your saliva.”
She began to rub his erection. But feeling the rough friction, she decided to pay heed to his advice. He spat on her left palm and began to rub his cock. This time, it was a lot smoother.
She proceeded with her hand movements. After a few minutes of rubbing, she began to feel as if an eternity passed. Despite being a high level circler, her arm was beginning to ache. But she continued, not daring to go against the monster’s orders.
Soon, she could feel his warm penis throbbing.
“Cover the tip with your mouth.” His order was completely unnecessary since he pushed her head, penetrating into her mouth.
And that exact moment, he shot off his sticky load inside her.
Her eyes widened from the shock. But alas, it was already too late. Her mouth was filled with his weird smelling fluids.
“Swallow it.”
Despite her hesitations, she closed her eyes and gulped all of it down. She raised her brows in surprise; it did not taste as bad as she thought.
She moved back and awaited for his next orders. But what came out of his mouth baffled her.
“It’s about time.” He turned to the door. And sure enough-
*Knock. Knock.*
Elise panicked. But before she could do anything-
“Come in.” His permission sent the soul out of her body. She subconsciously covered her already covered privates.
The door opened. A busty middle aged woman entered the room. She was Samira Nedal- the madam of the Pink Willows, an affiliate of the Blue Rose Syndicate.
Elise sighed in relief, but she turned away from the newcomer nonetheless, in shame.
The smile on Samira’s face disappeared. Not even in her wildest dreams, she thought that she would see the girl in this condition.
She turned to the devilishly handsome youth whose cock was exposed, apparently lubricated for something.
“Welcome.” He smiled at the madam.
She forced a smile. “How can I reject your invitation? Pardon me, what were you doing?” She darted her eyes around, glancing at her ex-leader and the ice cold lady.
Adrian looked at Elise below “This young lady here needs some training.” He turned back to the newcomer. “And who can be a better candidate than you?”
The smile on her face got wrier. “You can use my body how however you like. Why bother trying to train a newbie?”
“So, you are refusing?” He looked straight into her eyes, sending shivers down her spine.
“Of course not.” She shook her head. “I gladly oblige.”
“Strip, and come here.”
Samira nodded and took off her clothes in a jiffy. Her face did not show any signs of embarrassment. She finally took off the bra that was barely keeping her jugs in place and her panties which exposed her trimmed crotch.
She was beautiful, and along with the mature charm she was giving off- she could be the stuff of dreams of most of the men out there.
She walked towards the youth. Adrian signalled Elise to move away. She complied and gave her most trusted aide and now her ‘trainer’ some space. But she remained close nonetheless.
The naked woman knelt down and took Elise’s spot.
“Teach her how to use the mouth.”
Samira nodded and give the young lady beside a glance. Elise nodded with a red face and turned to his dick.
The madam brought out her tongue and gave his cock a sensual lick- all the way from the base to the tip. Soon, her lips enveloped the head while her tongue wrapped around it. She began to move her head up and down in rhythms as her cheeks caved in.
And a couple of moments later, she took all of his length in using her throat.
Elise gasped at her aide’s action. But Irene, on the other hand, was nonchalant as ever.
One of Samira’s hand reached his testicles while her other hand slid to her crotch. Her fingers began to play with moist pussy.
The observer, Elise’s hand subconsciously reached her crotch as well. The wetness she felt woke her up. Her face flushed in shame. But her eyes did not move away from the obscene scene ahead.
Samira increased her pace- both with her head and her fingers.
“Mmh… mmh…” She reached the peak of her excitement.
*Squirt*
“Mmmhmmm…” Her fluids gushed out from her pussy. But she kept stroking his dick with her throat like the veteran she was.
And soon, he ejaculated. Samira finally stopped. Even without his orders, she swallowed every bit of his stickiness, not wasting even a little.
She removed her mouth and looked up at him. A few drops of sweat could be seen on her skin while she mildly gasped.
“Use your breasts now.”
She smiled in understanding.
She looked down and cupped her own breasts. Even with her relatively big hands, she could barely cover her huge melons. She separated them and just when she was about to spit her saliva down there-
“Stop.”
She turned to her ‘master’ with a questioning look.
He turned to Elise. “Help her. Lubricate her breasts.”
Both of the ladies gasped.
“No need, boss. I can do it myself.” The madam declared.
“Are you sure?” His voice turned cold as his nightmarish eyes met those of hers.
Samira gulped, and so did Elise.
The older woman turned her body towards the younger one with an apologetic look. Elise took a deep breath and took a step forward nod turned to Adrian.
“Use your tongue.” He said.
She archer her back forward and positioned her head before those giant melons. She ignored the tinges of envy and gave the madam’s valley an erotic lick. Her cheeks were sandwiched by the massive mountains.
“Ah…” A soft moan escaped Samira’s lips.
Though she had been served by members of the same sex before, the feeling was completely different when the one doing the serving was the lady she swore her loyalty to.
After a few licks, she moved away. Her eyes betrayed intoxication, while her panties were even wetter than before.
Samira turned towards Adrian again and flanked his tower with her giant spongy mounds.
She grinned her breasts against each other and began to rub his cock. A few minutes later, he discharged his semen again. This time, her face and the top of her breasts were covered with it.
He turned to Irene, who observed everything with intrigue.
“This was just the foreplay. Now, we will get into the real process.”