The Emperor's Concubine

Chapter One-3

The next day the same thing happened. I was taken to see Cassius and once more put on my knees to receive his c**k. This time I offered a few variations, cradling his balls while I sucked, rubbing the shaft against my cheek while curling my tongue around the head, experimenting with biting just a little (he seemed to enjoy that). At one point I took the head of his c**k in my fingers and squeezed hard. Cassius grunted, but he did not move away. It is a technique I was taught, to delay the man’s orgasm. I thought that the longer he took to come, the more pleasure he would have, and maximising his pleasure was part of my plan to ingratiate myself with him sexually. I also like sucking c**k, so it was no hardship to keep it going for a while.

At last I drew the semen out of him, applying his c**k to my face as I did so, anointing my cheeks and eyelids with the thick creamy stuff. I have always liked the smell and taste of semen, though I know some girls do not. It excites me to see it emerge, either spurting violently or seeping out slowly, and I always regard its issue as a testament to my charms. A man would not come if I did not arouse him, I thought.

Once again, after his orgasm he dismissed me. I now began to wonder if this would be the invariable pattern, fellatio in the afternoon but no further service required. Yet I was sure that Cassius had bought me because I was a virgin. Was he not intending to fully possess what he had bought?

Over the next weeks the pattern did not alter in essence, though there were some minor variations. Once or twice, before ordering me down on my knees, Cassius had me lie on the couch. He then inspected me, squeezing my breasts, pinching and pulling on my n*****s, pushing open my legs and examining my cunt, pulling the labia aside, looking into the coral-pink interior, even touching my clit, rolling it around until it grew hard. When he first did this I was sure he would want to f**k me. I could feel his hard c**k pressing against me. But still he did not do it. Once again I was told to kneel and suck him to orgasm, then leave.

I tried further things which I had learned to do with other men. As I have indicated, not allowing any man to deflower me was no barrier to s****l experimentation. Sometimes I would kneel before a man and take his c**k between my breasts, squeezing them together while rubbing the c**k up and down. Some men liked this a lot, especially those who delighted in t**s (not all men are equally enamoured of them, but it is a rare man that makes no response at all to a nice pair). I tried this on Cassius and it was not long before his c**k spurted all over my chest, the semen dripping down between my breasts. I also had found other ways of rubbing a man’s c**k (frottage, I believe it is called). For example, I would sit astride a man, holding his erect c**k against the base of my belly. I would lean forward till his c**k was trapped underneath me and then press and release, or rub myself up and down against the c**k, until the man came. I tried this with Cassius, and he liked that too.

Another variation I thought of was to lie on the couch on my tummy and invite the man to lie on top of me. I would reach behind and spread the cheeks of my bottom, so that the man’s c**k could lie along the crease of my ass and then, if he pressed down he could gain very pleasant stimulation, usually enough to induce orgasm. I tried this with Cassius, speculating that perhaps it might arouse him to the point where he would want to insert his c**k into my ass. Up till now I had never allowed a man to do that. Technically I could still have claimed to be a virgin even if I had been buggered, but I always feared that such a practice might lead to my anus become permanently dilated, and that this would be noticeable to a man who was intent on acquiring a wholly intact virgin. Anyway, the upshot was that Cassius enjoyed rubbing his c**k against my ass cheeks and even against the entrance to my asshole, and ejaculated into the space, but showed no inclination to penetrate it. Nor was he dominant, in the usual sense of the word. I have known men who were naturally so, whose urge was always to use the woman in any way they chose, to subject her to hard use and at times abuse. I am talking about men with some kind of sadistic urge, who require a woman to be submissive before they can really enjoy her. I was to find such a man eventually, one who from the start wanted only for me to submit to him. I learned from this man that pain, if given in the right manner, can be an aphrodisiac, provided of course that the one receiving the pain is as much excited by it as the one causing it. But at the time I was owned by Cassius I had little understanding of such things. All that was to come later.

I grew more and more mystified. Was he perhaps saving me for a special occasion? Was it some weird form of perversion in which, even though he might f**k me at will, in any way he pleased, he preferred to deny himself? Did he have anxieties about erection? Some men, I knew, found that the hardness of their c***s was unreliable, and that an erection might disappear as fast as it arrived, and often at the moment of insertion. But this did not seem to be the case with Cassius, whose c**k remained rock-hard throughout my servicing him. The more I thought about it, the more I was puzzled. And then one day all became clear.