4. The Maid
Lotte suddenly seized the baron's hand, which had been relentlessly plunging in and out of her flushed, quivering inner folds, and brought it to a halt.
"...Enough with the finger play."
Lotte spoke with a slight frown on her blush-stained face, prompting the baron to regard her with puzzled eyes. Meeting his gaze with a sly look of her own, she continued.
"Give me something bigger. Now."
As Lotte cast a sticky, inviting glance at the baron, he rose from the floor and settled onto the bed. Propping himself up on one elbow, he leaned back at an angle. With nimble fingers, Lotte untied and tugged down his trousers. There, between his legs, stood his erection, rigid and pointing skyward.
Gazing at the heated, hardened length, Lotte lewdly extended her tongue to moisten her parted lips. The baron watched her with eager anticipation, and she climbed astride his firm thighs. Embracing him tightly, she spread her legs wide toward the stiff penis rising from his lap. Her crimson, aroused secret flesh glistened, every crevice brimming with slick, milky fluid.
Soon, the swollen folds enveloped the tip of his rigid shaft, drawing the entire length deep into her hot, engorged, narrow cavern. As the baron's hardness parted her tender inner walls and thrust inward, sharp tingles bloomed like bursting flowers wherever it grazed her hypersensitive depths, still primed from earlier excitement. The slippery, sticky fluids coating her soft inner walls provided a delicious itch-scratch from the thick, unyielding intruder, delivering waves of illicit pleasure.
"Nngh... Ah, aaah..."
As Lotte rocked her hips atop him, wet slaps and squelching frictions filled the room from flesh meeting soaked flesh. The pistoning shaft was soon drenched in her viscous nectar. Each time the scorching rod filled her completely, stroking up and down against her clinging walls, electric jolts surged through her like crashing waves.
Her inner thighs tensed, and the delicate flesh enveloping him contracted in intense ecstasy. Lotte shuddered and bucked wildly, her walls swelling taut with arousal before clamping down fiercely. Hot fluids gushed from her depths, coating his length in slippery warmth. The molten, enveloping softness clung to him like honey, and the baron closed his eyes, savoring the sensation.
"Ahhng, ah, aahng."
Lotte's supple, elastic depths gripped his penis tightly, sucking it deeper. The all-encompassing squeeze rippled through him, sending prickling thrills straight to his core. With every shake of her hips, the hot, drenched flesh clung tenaciously, its sticky pull intensifying the pleasure. As she writhed and twisted upon his lap, the ecstasy built relentlessly. Her walls strangled the thick shaft mercilessly, hot and unrelenting.
The strong muscles at her entrance kneaded the round pillar rhythmically, while her plush, firm inner flesh coiled around it, drawing it deep before expelling it in endless repetition.
"Hng... Ha... Hng..."
Lotte shook her hips lewdly atop his knees, her eyes narrowing into a sultry gaze. Her ragged breaths of rapture mingled with sticky moans, suffusing the air with a thick, humid tension that pressed down on everything around them.
"Ugh..."
Unable to withstand the onslaught, the baron unleashed his pent-up essence. Lotte felt the hot surge spreading within her and stilled her frantic hips. His shaft throbbed inside her taut walls, spurting wave after wave. She bore down hard, squeezing every last drop before lifting her hips to release him fully.
Now exposed once more upon his lap, the dark-reddened length glistened entirely in milky fluid. Lotte knelt low, extending her tongue to lap at it teasingly. Gripping the shaft, she swirled her tongue around the plump glans, tickling it before enveloping it with her lips and sucking greedily. Her hot mouth swallowed him whole, the fierce suction and post-climax sensitivity making the baron throw his head back.
Eventually, the shaft softened in her mouth. Lotte gave the tip one final lick before letting it slip free.
"How was it, being with me after so long?"
Lotte's voice was husky and wet as she asked. The baron collapsed back onto the bed with a thud.
"Better than that wench?"
Seeking confirmation, she pressed again. Eyes closed, he yawned before replying.
"You're always the best."
"Really?"
Asked once more, the baron nodded slowly, fatigue evident.
"Yes. Always have been. After all our years together, how could it not be?"
Lotte's face lit up with joy. Satisfied, she sprang from the bed and hurried to the window.
Emily, caught off guard by the sudden movement, ducked low and scurried to the edge of her own room's window.
"Even in summer, sleeping with the window wide open will give you a cold. It gets chilly at dawn."
As Lotte leaned out to close the fully open window, a flicker of motion caught her eye. Beyond, the third room's wide-open window rattled faintly, as if lingering from some recent activity.
Lotte stared intently. In her surprise at the baron's sudden visit, she'd momentarily forgotten the other presence in that room. Surely, the sounds of their coupling had leaked out through the open pane.
She recalled the bundle of laundry she'd left by the door before entering her room. The hallway had held only her wash—meaning Emily was inside, and likely heard everything from her window.
Lotte shrugged and pulled the window shut.