Lady Wycherley's Secret

Chapter One-3

She resumed stroking his c**k with her hand, a little faster. His breathing grew deeper. It was something she always enjoyed, learning just how far you could take a new boy before the point of no return. She liked to listen to the sounds they made, observe the movements of their body as the muscles tensed, sense the semen boiling in their balls and beginning to rise. Henry groaned and lifted his hips, panting hard. He was close. She rubbed his c**k a little more, until it began to twitch in her hand. At what she deemed the exact moment, as he began to cry out, she took her hand away. With a smile she watched his c**k twitch again and again, straining to expel the semen trapped inside, but in vain. The orgasm was arrested, “ruined”, as the expression was. At last one small drop emerged from the opening at the tip and rolled slowly down the shaft.

“What a pity,” Guinevere said. “So near, and yet so far. Next time, perhaps.”

Henry groaned in frustration, but he knew it was useless to implore her. He had heard from one of the other boys that Salome, as they knew her, was implacable, the cruellest of all Mrs Atkinson’s circle, the least likely to soften at the last and give them what they craved.

“Let’s go and have another glass of wine,” Guinevere said. She got off the bed, reach out and pulled Henry to his feet by his c**k. Still holding him, she led him back to the drawing room, where she was pleased to find Lydia, who had evidently been playing too; the rouge around her n*****s and cunt was smudged, but she looked happy and satisfied. Her boy was kneeling on the floor, his face down; Guinevere saw that his ass bore the signs of a fierce beating.

Guinevere sat Henry down at her feet, beside Lydia’s boy. Julian came over and offered champagne. Guinevere took a glass, and, feeling kinder now, gave one to Henry.

“How was he?” Lydia asked.

“Good,” said Guinevere. “But he needs more training. He’s inclined to be noisy.”

Lydia laughed. “I’m sure you know how to deal with that.”