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teeth working her hidden nub while his
mouth tried to suck her dry.
    Honoria’s angst vanished. She didn't
recognize the sounds she was making, grunting and thrusting her
hips. She pulled her skirts up and shuddered at the sight of his
forehead between her thighs. No one had ever touched her with their
tongue. The sensation was strange and brazenly decadent. Was this
how a man felt when he was suckled?
    “What are you doing?” she gasped, smacking
her fan down across his shoulders.
    The little man sat back on his heels, wiped
his mouth on his sleeve and regarded her gravely. “If you relax,
it'll feel better.”
    He waited for a second, studying her
response, Honoria realized. “Do you get anything out of this?” she
questioned, wondering if it would look odd to push her skirt down
while they were talking. “Surely you need…release?”
    He shook his head and gestured down at his
crotch. “I am fine, m'lady. But thank you for asking.”
    Honoria glanced down between her knees to the
non-existent bulge in his trousers. “You aren't attracted to
me?”
    He looked horrified. “I'm a servant, m’lady.
It's my job to serve.”
    Honoria didn't want to tell him about her
servants, and instead sat up. “Come over here,” she commanded.
    He crawled up on the bench beside her and sat
warily. “M’lady?”
    “Take off your breeches.”
    “M'lady?” he almost squeaked, holding both
hands over a rapidly growing bulge.
    Perhaps he needed direction? Honoria gave him
a very firm look. “Take off your breeches and show yourself to me,”
she said.
    His cock wasn't as long as Robbie's, or as
wide as Danton's but it was respectable and boasted an oddly large,
knobby head shaped like a plum. It protruded from between strongly
muscled and incredibly hairy thighs, the head a deep
reddish-purple. She reached out to wrap her hand around him and he
yelped, eyes wide.
    He was hot and throbbed, jerking and
trembling in her hand like an over-shy animal. Honoria swept her
hand up and down his length and watched as his eyes rolled up in
his head.
    “This is wrong,” he moaned.
    The hair on his thighs intrigued Honoria. It
was coarse and wiry to the touch. She tugged at it and was
surprised to see his hips thrust forward.
    “Take off your shirt and let me see you.”
    His hands skittered over his buttons, shaking
like leaves. “This isn't a good idea,” he said.
    “Your master told you to make sure I had a
good time.”
    The man pulled his shirt off, revealing a
heavily muscled—if extraordinarily short—torso thickly covered from
throat to waist in curly black hair. The idea of all that hair
sliding against her body got Honoria oddly excited. Except for a
little hair on his crotch, Danton was almost completely hairless,
while Robbie had what Honoria expected was a normal amount of
hair.
    She reached out to trace the heavy muscle
over the man's belly and knotted her hand in his luxuriant pelt,
tugging him toward her. He crawled up on the bench seat beside her
and let her explore his body.
    Her hand couldn't close over the head of his
cock. “How very interesting,” she whispered.
    “Please, my lady! If you keep touching me,
I'll dirty you.” He pulled his cock from her and pushed the
hardened length back against his belly, shielding it with both
hands.
    He truly didn't look well, and Honoria was
shocked to find herself touched by his plight. She let her thighs
fall open and brushed her skirts aside. “I would like you to fuck
me,” she said.
    The man moaned, sliding his hands up and down
over his rigid shaft. He crawled up between her thighs, and touched
the head of his cock to her. He was hot and shiny with pre-cum, and
he pushed into her cautiously, eyes on her face. The head stuck for
a second as she struggled to open wide around him and he finally
slid into her with a rush, burying his heated rod in her depths
with a heartfelt moan. He pulled her down, bending her legs over
the edge of the seat so he could stand. Almost