Free Princess by Aishling Morgan Page B

pushed it rudely up her hole. Once more she hung her head, her body shaking to the motion of her fucking, her breasts swinging beneath her, then starting to bounce as his thrusts got harder.
    â€˜No… slow… slow…,’ she gasped. ‘Do not…’
    It was too late. He had come, flooding her hole with jism, to leave her dripping fluid and panting in frustration as he withdrew, gave her bottom a firm slap and left. She stayed down, biting her lip, desperate for more cock and unsure if she could hold herself back from masturbating. The old man had gone, and she found herself hoping he would complain, even as Bages appeared behind her, erect cock already in hand. She stuck her bottom out obligingly and up he went, the other men’s jism squashing out over her tuppenny lips as her hole filled and for the third time in just moments she was being fucked against the piss house wall.
    Her teeth gritted, her eyes tight shut, she fought against the urge to rub herself. Outside there was still the raucous sound of male voices, raised in mock argument, and laughter, and suddenly a new voice, genuinely angry. Nuidan responded, his tone derisive, challenging, and Iriel’s mouth curved up into a happy smile as she pushed herself firmly back against the cock wedged deep into her body.
    Bages had her by the hips, his hard belly slapping on her bottom as he fucked her, his cock squelching in her sopping hole. It felt wonderful, a fighting man, perhaps not ravishing her as his prize, but taking his pleasure up her hole as reward for his courage. She reached back, struggling to keep her balance, braced with her legs and one arm as she was fucked, her hand now on her tuppenny, rubbing in the juicy, jism sodden folds. He cried out, and he had come, hot jism splashing on Iriel’s hand as it squirted from her hole. She snatched at it, slapping the sticky, slimy handful to her tuppenny, rubbing harder, then slowing as he withdrew, teasing herself and listening.
    Outside there were angry voices, Taepenk, deep and loud, Meles, mocking, Nuidan, petulant. Bages spoke, then laughed, a braying, arrogant sound. Taepenk responded, threatening to call the watch. Iriel bit back a sob of frustration. She was still rubbing, at the edge of orgasm, wanting cock so badly, yet also the climax she needed, to one man as the others fought for the right to take her.
    It was too much. Her senses slipped, the voices outside no longer clear but a jumble of sounds as she started to rub firmly at her tuppenny, smearing the jism up between her lips and over her mound, rubbing at the little tight bump at the very centre of everything. Footsteps sounded once more, directly behind her, hurried, but she was already coming, gasping out her ecstasy, but forcing herself to slow, and to speak.
    â€˜Put it in… fuck me… now… hard.’
    â€˜Enough of that, you dirty whore!’ a voice snapped from behind her, Taepenk’s, and she was taken, whirled around, to lose her balance and sit down heavily on the in the puddle of jism and juice beneath her.
    She looked up, astonished, but so close to orgasm that she could not stop herself from spreading her thighs to the man above her. His words hadn’t penetrated, only the thought that if he had overcome five young men and was now going to ravish her as his prize it would be better still. Her hand went to her tuppenny and she began to rub, expecting to be taken at any moment.
    â€˜Get up!’ Taepenk snarled. ‘If that’s how you wish to earn your keep, go to the House of Cunt and pay your half like any other!’
    Iriel paused, her hand poised over her tuppenny. Her every instinct told her to rub, to bring herself to her desperately needed climax, but what he was saying had begun to sink in. She stopped and spoke.
    â€˜Aren’t… aren’t you going to have me? I am yours, spoils to your victory. Fuck me… come in me, as is your