Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I nibbled my lower lip.
“I still don’t know about…about touching myself, Liath.”
“That’s all right,” he murmured. “Because I’m going to do it with you. Look here…”
He took my right hand in his much larger one and placed it between my legs. The moment I was cupping my pussy, I felt my heart starting to hammer in my chest.
“What…what do you want me to do?” I felt frozen…uncertain of my next move.
“Just cup yourself for a moment,” Liath said softly—his breath was warm against the side of my neck and his deep voice was calm and soothing. “Feel how sweet and soft she is, your little pussy. The springy mound of curls…the soft outer lips and your sweet, slick inner cunt…” He kept his own big hand cupped over mine as he talked. “She’s so beautiful,” he told me, pressing lightly so that my fingers made more contact with my inner folds. “And so worthy of pleasure—just like you are yourself, Alira.”
I tried to feel myself as he felt me—to explore the different areas he had mentioned. I liked running my fingertips through my soft curls, I found. The feeling was ticklish and teasing at the same time. And it didn’t seem too wrong to trace my outer pussy lips with my finger. But it was when I tried to touch my inner pussy that I felt another wave of shame overcome me.
Dirty girl! whispered my old nurse’s voice in my head. Filthy girl!
“I…I can’t,” I whispered, feeling my chest tighten with anxiety as I met Liath’s gaze in the mirror. My reflection echoed the shame I felt. “I can’t touch myself. Not there.”
“You mean your clit, sweetheart? The little button between your legs?” Liath murmured.
“Yes,” I whispered, nodding my head. “There. That’s the part I was touching when…when my nurse caught me. It feels so good but…but it makes me feel dirty, too.”
“You’re not dirty and she has no power over you anymore,” Liath assured me. “You can touch yourself—it’s your body, sweetheart. Here…let me help you.”
Gently, he took my hand in his much larger one. With his two first fingers over mine, he guided my fingertips to the aching center of my sex. Slowly, he helped me stroke myself, sending shivers of pleasure and shame through my whole body.
“Good girl, Alira,” he growled softly in my ear as he helped me touch myself. “You’re being such a good girl right now…touching yourself for me, giving yourself pleasure. Such a good girl to pet your sweet, soft little pussy for your husband.”
His words of praise made me feel even hotter than I already was and the shame seemed to fall away.
“Oh…ohhhh!” I moaned, arching my back as he helped me stroke myself. “Oh, Liath—it feels so good!”
“I know, baby—it’s supposed to,” he murmured. “Gods, you’re gorgeous when you give yourself pleasure! Now take that pleasure and push it outward—towards the rose,” he instructed.
I moaned as I continued to stroke lightly around my button—with Liath’s help—and tried to do as he said. I concentrated on the sparks of pleasure shooting through me—visualizing them almost like sparks coming off a fire. Then I imagined aiming them at the dead, dried rose sitting in the vase beside the mirror.
As I did, I couldn’t help watching myself in the mirror at the same time. It was an extremely erotic sight—the girl with long, midnight blue hair cradled against her husband’s broad powerful chest while he helped her stroke her soft little pussy. Her large breasts were fully on display, her tight pink nipples and large areolas showing as she explored herself for the first time in what felt like forever.
And all the time, Liath was murmuring praise into my ear.
“Good girl, Alira. You’re my good girl,” he growled softly as he slowly drew his hand away, leaving me to touch myself. “Don’t stop—pet your pussy for me—stroke your hot little clit. Give yourself pleasure—it’s all right.”
His stream of encouragement and praise helped me keep going, even after he withdrew his hand. I watched in fascination as the girl in the mirror stroked herself, her fingertips sliding nimbly around and around the little pink button at the center of her sex.
“Gods, look at how wet your little pussy is getting,” Liath groaned softly. “So fucking hot, baby—keep going. Keep petting your sweet little pussy.”
I did as he said, mesmerized by what I was seeing—what I was doing. And at the same time, I tried to capture the sparks of pleasure and send them towards the rose. But as I did, I kept feeling the same way I had earlier when Liath was healing my hand—like my body was struggling to reach a kind of peak that I had never felt before.
“Liath,” I gasped, as I continued to stroke myself. “I feel…feel like I’m trying to find something…like all this power is building up inside me and it has to go somewhere but…but I don’t know where it’s going!”