Free Balustrade by Mark Henry

uncontrollably, feel the power you have over him?”
    “ Um.”
    “ Hilary.” Ludovic shifted his hips forward, his legs spreading even wider and making his arousal apparent.
    The crotch of his pants bowed upward dramatically, opening the thin pleats in the wool. Hilary gasped, chewed at her cheek anxiously. But he continued, unaware, or in spite of her obvious discomfort.
    “ Have you ever watched another woman pleasure a man's cock?”
    She said nothing, but found that she was gripping the hem of her robe, pulling the short skirt of it over the bend of her knees.
    Chantal ran her tongue languorously over her lips. “You really haven't? It's quite something, to detect all the nuances, to understand the power play.” She gazed down at Ludovic, her eyes meeting his and then drifting downward to the bulge in his pants.
    “ Would you?” he asked, taking his eyes off Hilary for the first time since Chantal had shown up.
    Chantal shrugged, nonchalantly and then crossed the room, sauntering around the coffee table and bending over Hilary, her lips close to her ear. “His cock is fantastic.”
    Hilary bit her lip. She had the distinct urge to dart from the room, but seemed held down by the unimaginable weight of curiosity.
    Snatching the nearby pillow from the corner of the couch, Chantal tossed it between Ludovic's feet before standing, swiveling over to him, her hips pivoting like a burlesque dancer.
    “ I see you're nearly hard, and I haven't even touched you.” Chantal leaned over him, clutching the arm of his chair with one hand and gripping the heavy parcel between his legs with the other. She winced, dramatically. “This...must be excruciatingly painful. I suspect it's been...in the works...for the length of your conversation with Hilary.”
    The woman glanced in Hilary’s direction, a wicked smile on her lips. “She is quite lovely and I can see why you would be so aroused, Ludo.”
    The man sighed, his jaw shuddering.
    Chantal returned her attention to the man, squatting then resting her knees gingerly on the pillow. She ran her hands up and down his outer thighs. Hilary watched as his cock struggled beneath the zippered yoke of his trousers, the bulge quivering, tenting to the point that Ludovic, or Ludo, as Chantal had called him winced in apparent pain. Chantal seemed to be pleased with this development.
    “ Look at his face, Hilary,” she said, excitedly. “He's transformed from a powerful intelligent man into a wretched thing, a pitiful creature. It is commonly held belief that women can endure pain in larger quantities and with much more intensity than the male of the species. That's true of sickness, injury and this woeful state you see before you. Chantal straightened and slapped at Ludovic's bulge, brutally. He cried out, head turning away as though she might strike his face, too.
    “ Don't,” Hilary muttered, but she didn't mean it.
    Her pussy was drenched with wont, her thighs pressed so tightly together sweat had begun to trickle down her legs. She debated crossing her legs but didn't think she'd be able to stop herself from shifting and rubbing them together. A subtlety that no doubt would be noticed by these two.
    “ Shh,” Chantal coaxed. “I've teased him long enough. Now let's unveil.”
    She unbuckled his belt, slipping the loose end through the loops slowly, brushing his sex with her wrists as she worked. Ludovic sighed —no, not sighed, moaned in pleasure—with each swipe. The woman unbuttoned the waist of his trousers and slowly, with excruciating self-control, tugged the pull of Ludo's zipper up the rise of fabric, and back down the throbbing hillock until, suddenly, the flaps fell open and the wonder of his cock jutted from the vee of his pants.
    Chantal had not been exag gerating.
    Ludovic's cock was unlike any Hilary had ever seen. Far bigger than Jack's with a slick of foreskin sheathing his engorged prick in a dense web of veins that both horrified Hilary and excited her