down and slipped her muddy feet back into her shoes.
She offered him a rueful smile as she recalled her words earlier that night. ‘So – is that it?’
He shook his head and flashed his wicked grin again. ‘Absolutely not. I’m taking you back to the house with me. I’ve got a shower big enough for two. And a very comfortable bed.’
Natalie slipped her arms around his waist and snuggled up close to him. ‘Yes, Master,’ she purred.
He shook his head as though he couldn’t believe his luck. ‘You know,’ he said, ‘I never used to believe in magic. But my mate Rhiannon was right. These pagan rituals really do work.’
The Only Man Worthy
Aishling Morgan
Amelie put her finger to her lips.
‘Hush, darling.’
Tom looked close to tears as he continued to beg.
‘Please, Amelie. You’re so beautiful, and I need you so badly. Please!’
‘No, Tom, not until our wedding night. You know how I feel about that. You’ll just have to do it in your hand.’
Tom’s response was a hollow groan, but he flopped down into a chair and took hold of the straining erection that protruded from his open fly. Amelie watched as he began to masturbate, unable to prevent herself from enjoying her power even though it made her feel wicked. Yet there was no choice. Tom was a nice man, a kind man, also a good provider. He would make the ideal husband: faithful, gentle and patient, while his skill as an accountant ensured that she and her children would never be in want. Yet they would not be his children. That was unthinkable. The man who fathered her children would be a truly great man, a genius, nothing less.
Again Tom began to beg.
‘Please, Amelie, at least take me in your mouth? Or your hand even, anything! Please, Amelie. I love you. I need your touch.’
Amelie shook her head.
‘You know you shouldn’t ask that of me, darling. My body is a temple, sacred until God has made us one. But I do understand your needs, so you can look, as long as you promise not to touch.’
Tom responded with an urgent nod and Amelie moved her position on the bed to allow herself to pull up the loose white dress which was all that she wore on top, showing off first her panties and then her naked breasts.
‘There we are, darling. Now do be quick.’
He gave a low sob and began to tug harder on his erection. His eyes were fixed on her body, his mouth slightly open, an expression so urgent and so adoring but also so foolish that she had to suppress a giggle. Yet there was no denying that he was turning her on, but not enough to make her give up what he wanted so badly. She stretched on the bed, languid and cool as he hammered at his cock, stroking her nipples to make them stiff.
‘There, darling. Does that look nice? Am I pretty?’
Tom’s answer came in words gasped out to the rhythm of his now desperate masturbation.
‘Beautiful. Perfect. So sweet. Oh God, Amelie … Amelie, take your panties down Amelie … please … show me your bottom … your pretty bare bottom and your lovely little cunt, please!?’
‘There’s no need to be dirty, Tom.’
Amelie had wagged a finger at him as she spoke, but she complied with his request, enjoying her power over him too much to want to refuse, despite his crude words. Rolling onto her knees, she lifted her bottom and reached back, to take hold of her panties and peel them slowly down. Tom gave a long, heartfelt sigh, his eyes riveted to her as she exposed herself inch by inch, the gentle valley between her firm little bottom cheeks, the tight pink dimple of her anus, and finally her virgin sex, with the red bulge of her hymen plainly visible where it held her inviolate to his cock.
‘Oh, Amelie!’
He came, so copiously that he soiled not only his trousers and shirt but his own face. Amelie gave a little tut as she pulled her knickers back up, then quickly rolled her legs off the bed, speaking to him as she made for the bathroom.
‘Really, Tom. I know you’re a man, and men have their needs, but you really must try and show a little more restraint. I’m not a sex doll.’
He didn’t answer, his eyes now closed in guilty bliss, while his mouth was slack and wider than before. Amelie knew from long experience that he would spend the next few minutes feeling bad about demanding that she surrender herself to him, and for what he’d asked of her. He’d always been like that, desperately eager to please her and pathetically grateful for what she chose to give. She liked it that way, and took care to conceal her own emotions, such as the urgent need to spread her thighs and have her soaking cunt filled with hard, eager cock.
She locked the bathroom door, as she always did, turned on the shower, slipped out of her dress and tugged her panties down a little. It had felt good with the material taut around her thighs and she wanted to feel the sensation again as she sat her bare bottom down on the toilet seat and spread her legs. Her hand went to her cunt to tease the moist flesh between her lips, and then lower to touch her anus in a moment of pure, dirty indulgence. The little hole felt tight and soft, deliciously sensitive, and for a moment she wondered if she had time to ease a finger in, only to decide to postpone the naughty pleasure for a more convenient moment. Tom was outside, waiting his turn in the bathroom, and while she knew he wouldn’t make a nuisance of himself she didn’t want to take too long and risk arousing his suspicions. Reluctantly, she abandoned her exploration of her bottom-hole and began to masturbate in earnest, with the ball of her thumb circling her clit and one finger gently pressed to her hymen.
Her rubbing quickly grew urgent as she remembered how it had felt to kneel on the bed with her dress pulled high to show off her breasts and her panties at half mast, the white cotton stretched taut between her thighs as she showed Tom her virgin cunt hole. It had been so good, both to be showing off and knowing exactly how he’d respond, tugging furiously at his cock in impotent desire until he came all over himself. She nearly came herself at the memory of the thick white semen erupting from his cock, but held off at the last second and turned her mind to how any real man would have behaved in the same situation.
She’d have been fucked. There would have been no begging, no pathetic entreaties. He’d have climbed on the bed behind her, given her bottom a few firm smacks to teach her not to be a tease, and pushed his cock to her cunt, to burst her hymen and fuck her until he’d added the white of his semen to the red of her deflowered sex. Maybe he’d have taken a little longer with her and made her suck his beautiful big cock for a while as he explored her body, or spanked her properly, leaving her red-bottomed and whimpering. One way or another he’d have come inside her and left her pregnant with his child.
Amelie bit her lip to stop herself crying out as she came, holding the image of her virgin cunt speared on a truly massive cock, her hole straining taut on the thick shaft, which would be streaked red and white with her blood and his semen. The only question was: who was worthy?
* * *
It was not an easy question to answer. All her life she’d been the most methodical of girls, with her progress neatly mapped out, stage by stage. So far she had successfully resisted all the boys and men who’d found her slender young body appealing, never giving in to more than the occasional blow job when one of them proved especially desirable or particularly pushy. She had done well in her exams and secured the place at university she needed to give her polish and make it easier to select a man who would make a suitable husband. That man had been Tom, who possessed all the right attributes, principally earning power and a mild, obedient nature, but he was blatantly unsuitable to be the father of her children.
So were all the other men she’d met, even the vice chancellor of the university, who’d propositioned her one evening and got his face slapped for his troubles. A mere vice chancellor was not enough. What she needed was a man whose