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Chapter 9: Wylla Manderly
I had been working at the brothel in White Harbor less than a week. Now that I was no longer the Madame’s daughter, I realised that I used be treated more deference than I was as the new girl. The Madame called us down and the 5 of us who were not currently working lined up, dressed only in light shifts. The customer was a young woman in a very fancy dress, obviously a Highborn Lady. She was quite young. I didn’t look like she had been a woman very long. Her hair was dyed green, but her eyebrows were blonde. She walked down the line and looked at each of us.
“You’re new here?” she asked me.
“Aye m’lady,” I replied.
“Do you know who I am?” she asked me.
“No, m’lady,” I answered.
“Do you like girls?” asked the Lady.
“Aye m’lady,” I replied.
“I’ll take her,” she told the madame, as she handed over a bag of jingling coins.
I led her to the room. Once the door was closed, I turned to ask her:
“How do you like it, m’lady?”
“I want you to make me think you love me,” said the Lady. I want you to kiss me all over and touch me too. But don’t penetrate me. I’m trying to save my virginity for my husband.”
“I DO love you m’lady,” I told her, as I grabbed her cheeks and pulled her closer. Just before I kissed her I told her: “Let me show you how much.”
“Wylla. Call me Wylla,” gasped the Lady when I broke off the kiss, just before she she put her arms around my neck and pulled me into another kiss.
“Aye, Wylla, my lovely Wylla,” said before kissing my way along her cheek to her neck, the down her neck.
I alternated between kissing my way down to remove an article of clothing and kissing the skin revealed underneath, and kissing my way back up to her lips to I could kiss her mouth while my hands roamed her body. I had her half undressed when she pulled up on the hem of my shift. I raised my arms over my head and gazing into her eyes with adoration, let her pull it off me. Once she’d done that, I let her hands all over my body and hummed at how good it felt and kissed her more passionately. I went back to undressing her and pushed her down onto the bed. I hovered over her kissing and licking and caressing her until I made her beg me to fist fuck her, But I ignored her pleas and continued pleasuring her the way I had been to elicit that response from her.
After I had brought her to climax numerous times, she returned the favor and unlike her, I let her stick her fingers in me and fist fuck me until I was screaming my own joyous release. Finally, she crawled on top of me and relaxed, while I caressed her back.
“I love you Wylla,” I told her.
She lifted us and looked at the adoration in my eyes.
“You really mean it don’t you?” she said.
“I really do,” I told her.
After she got dressed, she turned to me, and said: “I never got your name. . . Who do I ask for when I want to do this again?”
“Everyone calls me: Whore,” I told her.
“Alright, Whore,” she said, before giving my one last kiss.
After that night, she became one of my steadiest customers. I saw her every week and soon, when I would confess my love for her, she would tell me that she loved me too. When we would talk more seriously, she would admit that as much as she loved me, she would someday have to marry and leave me behind, but for now, we were happy with each other.
I had been working at the brothel in White Harbor less than a week. Now that I was no longer the Madame’s daughter, I realised that I used be treated more deference than I was as the new girl. The Madame called us down and the 5 of us who were not currently working lined up, dressed only in light shifts. The customer was a young woman in a very fancy dress, obviously a Highborn Lady. She was quite young. I didn’t look like she had been a woman very long. Her hair was dyed green, but her eyebrows were blonde. She walked down the line and looked at each of us.
“You’re new here?” she asked me.
“Aye m’lady,” I replied.
“Do you know who I am?” she asked me.
“No, m’lady,” I answered.
“Do you like girls?” asked the Lady.
“Aye m’lady,” I replied.
“I’ll take her,” she told the madame, as she handed over a bag of jingling coins.
I led her to the room. Once the door was closed, I turned to ask her:
“How do you like it, m’lady?”
“I want you to make me think you love me,” said the Lady. I want you to kiss me all over and touch me too. But don’t penetrate me. I’m trying to save my virginity for my husband.”
“I DO love you m’lady,” I told her, as I grabbed her cheeks and pulled her closer. Just before I kissed her I told her: “Let me show you how much.”
“Wylla. Call me Wylla,” gasped the Lady when I broke off the kiss, just before she she put her arms around my neck and pulled me into another kiss.
“Aye, Wylla, my lovely Wylla,” said before kissing my way along her cheek to her neck, the down her neck.
I alternated between kissing my way down to remove an article of clothing and kissing the skin revealed underneath, and kissing my way back up to her lips to I could kiss her mouth while my hands roamed her body. I had her half undressed when she pulled up on the hem of my shift. I raised my arms over my head and gazing into her eyes with adoration, let her pull it off me. Once she’d done that, I let her hands all over my body and hummed at how good it felt and kissed her more passionately. I went back to undressing her and pushed her down onto the bed. I hovered over her kissing and licking and caressing her until I made her beg me to fist fuck her, But I ignored her pleas and continued pleasuring her the way I had been to elicit that response from her.
After I had brought her to climax numerous times, she returned the favor and unlike her, I let her stick her fingers in me and fist fuck me until I was screaming my own joyous release. Finally, she crawled on top of me and relaxed, while I caressed her back.
“I love you Wylla,” I told her.
She lifted us and looked at the adoration in my eyes.
“You really mean it don’t you?” she said.
“I really do,” I told her.
After she got dressed, she turned to me, and said: “I never got your name. . . Who do I ask for when I want to do this again?”
“Everyone calls me: Whore,” I told her.
“Alright, Whore,” she said, before giving my one last kiss.
After that night, she became one of my steadiest customers. I saw her every week and soon, when I would confess my love for her, she would tell me that she loved me too. When we would talk more seriously, she would admit that as much as she loved me, she would someday have to marry and leave me behind, but for now, we were happy with each other.
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