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Just a ball [hooloovoo x kat]

kat

Super-Earth
Joined
Aug 20, 2013
Lord Harkness was a rich one and he never let anyone forget it. Be that a servant or a fellow noble, he wasn't shy of reminding them who he was. Of course there were other lords in England, but none as rich or as influential as Lord Harkness. When he spoke in the house of lords, the other men listened, and if they had any care for their businesses, they would join his team. Opposing him, rarely went well. He could ruin you. One or two letters to the right people and suddenly you would find your wallet empty and your friends gone.
So it was needless to say, that the lord usually had his way, in whatever he wanted. He had a beautiful wife, who had married him, to please her father, like most nobles did. That, or to carry on the name. Lord Harkness hadn't cared, he only needed her to continue his own bloodline. She had had an acceptable bloodline herself and some connections he could use, so he had accepted her.
Together they had four children. Three sons and one daughter. The sons had all been married off and the oldest had already produced an heir, which was quite pleasing to the aging Lord Harkness. Sons were the backbone of a strong bloodline. But daughters .. well, daughters were quite useless.

Or so he had thought. Until one trip to London, where he had hired himself a hore, to pass the time between his last meeting and the train home. That was when he got the idea. What if he made his useless daughter, the entertainment of his guests?
Jane had quite young at the time, but he had wasted no time, bringing home the hore (much to his wife's dismay), to have her teach his daughter how to please a man. Being only 13 at the time, the subject had scared the shy red-haired girl. But in time and with practice, she had taken pride in her skills. It pleased her father and what girl could ever want more than that? Her father had already put it in her head, that she would never marry, never have children. But that she would always live with him and have whatever she desired, as long as it was not a husband.

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Tonight was just yet another ball. Jane enjoyed the music and the dancing, but what she enjoyed most of all, was the lustful looks she got, when she stepped onto the dance floor. In the years, he father had made good use of her, letting anyone take her at will, sometimes more than one at a time. It was partially why they always had visitors at the estate. But on a night like tonight, there would be more than one man lined up for her. Jane never knew, but sometimes her father let the men pay for her, the highest bidder, got the first turn at her. The more eager the men were, the more they would pay.

She was a petite thing, thin and delicate in her expression. Pale, like it was fashion to be, but with a rosy color in her cheeks, that made her look alive, compared to many of the other women. She wasn't tall, but that seemed to be something most men preferred, being able to tower over her, as they cornered her somewhere.

Jane felt a thrill going down her spine as she entered the ballroom, in her delicate yellow dress, with a cut over her chest, that was just a bit lower, than what would have been considered appropriate. But who were they kidding. Everyone knew that she could be had, at anyone's will. Even the women.
 
Indeed, before the ball Lord Harkness had sold off the first go at his daughter to the highest bidder. Said bidder was a young man named Joseph Elimore, the oldest in the Elimore family. Most considered them second only to the Harkness estate, the family haveing a hand in most of the big businesses in England. Naturally the two families had a long love-hate relationship. Joseph's father often ranted how one day they'll be the family on top, that it was only a matter of time before Harkness made a huge mistake but so far that day had yet to come.

Joseph had recently turned eighteen so this was his first formal ball outside his own home. He stood at 6"2, short black hair sat on his head and below that were two bright light blue eyes on his sharp face. He wore the standard black and white suit with matching tie. His father was excited, making no secret he wanted Joseph to find a possible future wife at this ball, preferably one in high standings. Joseph honestly couldn't care less about finding a wife, what interested him most was Jane, an oddity for sure. Part of him was disgusted that a father could do that to his own daughter, raise her to be a social slut. But at the same time he couldn't deny the draw of such a woman, someone you could have your way with no risk to your reputation. Despite his reservations about the situation, Joseph was still a man, and according to the rumors Jane enjoyed her life as an aristocratic hore.

As Jane walked out onto the dance floor all eyes were on her, the band playing a gentle waltz. While there were many hungry stares none of the other men or women could touch her, not yet at least. Joseph had won the first thirty minutes with her, if anyone else dared challenge this they would be escorted out of the party, regardless of standings. Joseph stared at her for a few moments, taking in the beautiful girl who doubtlessly would be covered in untold amounts of cum before the evening was over. While it was tempting to ravage her from the get go, the young man wanted to do something with her few others had. Walking up to her he extended his hand while slightly leaning forward.
"May I have this dance?" He asked with a warm smile. This left many of the guests with shocked faces. It was unheard of to ask Jane for a dance, why dance with her when you can fuck her? Especially since it was crystal clear she would never have a husband.
 
Jane was lucky enough to have a big appetite for sex. Otherwise she would never have been as happy as she was now. But as it were, most of the people that her father let her bed, was handsome men, men she didn't mind at all to touch and kiss.. and more of course. In the past 4 years, she had taught herself to take pleasure in laying with a man, whether he was handsome or not. The pleasure didn't only come from his looks, it was just a much his cock and how he used it. And Jane had quickly learned that even the ugliest (or oldest) man, could be quite talented. In fact she thought, that she might prefer her men in the age between 30 and 40. Because in that gab, they were mostly still handsome and equally talented. Handsomer if they were unmarried, but more skilled if they were married.

Men around her own age, however, sometimes hardly knew what to do with themselves around her. And she could get so terribly bored.
But when the young man, to whom she was promised first, stepped up and asked her for a dance, rather than a fuck- Jane thought that he might just change her mind. She knew him, of course. Since his family was almost as rich as her own. Two of her brothers had already married into that family, although they were just his cousins, it was close enough. According to her father, anyway.
It wasn't often that Jane got to dance, which was a shame, because she loved to dance. So when he asked her, Jane smiled brightly up at him. "You may" She replied and took his hand.
The shocked looks around them, didn't go unnoticed, neither by Jane or her father. It wasn't Jane's fault, she just did as she was told. Not that her father was upset by it. The longer Jane stayed in the ballroom, the more money, people would offer to get to fuck her. And that was really all he cared about. The money.

When they were gliding over the dance floor, Jane again being positively surprised by his dancing skills, she looked up at him, slightly puzzled. "Why are you wasting precious time dancing with me? Surely it is not why you've paid my father such a generous sum of money" She was enjoying it, but Jane wasn't used to people caring about what she wanted to do. She did what they asked. Like her father said: She could do what she wanted, once the man was satisfied with her. Not while she still had a job to do. And why would she not do as he told her?
 
The amount of surprise his choice caused amused Joseph, a playful smirk on his lips. The two glided over the dance floor as a majority of the room watched them, waiting to see what could happen next.
"Who said dancing was waste? This is a ball after all. Besides, I have plenty of time." He said with a wave of his hand before leading a twirl. Afterwards one hand took her's as the other wrapped around and rested on her ass, letting her know he hadn't entirely forgotten about her purpose here.
"I have to ask, are you happy with your life? If you had the choice is this how you want to live?" He asked mainly out of curiosity, making sure most of the others were out of earshot before doing so, especially her father. Most hores and prostitutes go into that life because they have to, it's the only way they can make a living, Jane was the only one he knew of that lived both like nobility and a prostitute. The music picked up in tempo as they continued traveling around the floor.
 
Jane wouldn't call 30 minutes plenty of time. Unless he was the kind of man who only had one shot in him, and who would come before she had reach any form of peak, in her own pleasure. What a disappointment that would be. But she put on a smile, that only grew all the more natural, as his hand landed on her ass. She in turn, stepped closer to him, than was really necessary for a waltz, pressing her breasts against his chest. And she wasn't wearing many layers, he would be able to feel it.
"Of course I am happy. I have everything I could ever want. Dresses, jewelry, parties, friends. Why would I not be happy? - Thinking what I'd do, if I had a choice, will not get me anywhere. This is my life and nothing will change that. Dreaming of anything else, would only make me upset. You always want what you cannot have. Isn't that how it goes? .. I choose to be content. And no one can say that I don't have a good life" Some might think of her as thick, when she spoke like that. But really, what would be the point in imagining another life for herself? It would only make her misserable. Instead she chose to enjoy the good sides of what she had. And there were certainly many of those.
 
Joseph's smile also grew as her sizable chest pressed up aginst him, his body leaning into it as his hand squeezed her firm ass. Thick was not the word he would describe her response, infact it was surprisingly mature and realistic. Being a woman there was practically nothing she could do to change her life aside from running away and even that would probably end her in the hore house. Still, the concept of being powerless to change your lot sounded strange to joseph, then again he was a male born into a powerful family.

"I suppose that is true, please excuse my unusual question." He said before leaning in for a soft kiss, nothing heavy, just a couple seconds before continuing the dance.
Glancing at the large grandfather clock he could see that fifteen minutes had passed. While dancing with this lovely blond was fun he was becoming eager to try out what he paid for. Leading them to a secluded corner he suddenly thrusted her up against the wall, trying not to use too much force. As he did his lips reconnected with her, this time far more passionately. By this point a large bulge had formed in his pants and was rubbing up against her dress, the girls breasts tightly pushed against his chest. The other guests tried their best not to stare but many failed, women blushed as men leered.
"I hope you don't mind the sudden change, your body just looked too good, I had to have a taste." He said grinning in between kisses, his hands soon pulling down what little was covering her breasts and sucking on one of them, his tongue wildly moving all over.
 
"No excuses needed" She assured him. After all, he had bought her for the next little while, he could ask her anything he wanted - do anything he wanted. The kiss surprised her, though. At least, the softness of it did. Jane's deep green eyes rested on him, both as he kissed her and as he leaned away. Not that she didn't participate in the kiss - she did, gladly. But the type of men who were usually gentle, didn't kiss her in front of the whole party. They only did that kind of thing in private. He was something new, which only excited her. Men could be horribly predictable.

But then he turned into something a bit more predictable, as he let her into a corner and pushed her up against a wall. This was more like it. A hand of hers, came up to rest at his neck, as she kissed him back with the same amount of passion as he did her. Jane could't have cared less, about the other guests staring at them. They all knew what she was, it wasn't like it was a secret or anything. Jane wasn't meant to be the center of attention tonight, but if it turned out to be that way. Well, it certainly wasn't her fault and she certainly didn't mind. Jane just smiled into the kiss, as she felt the bulge in his pants, pressing against her. "I don't mind at all - I was hoping to get a taste of you, before your time was up" Jane replied as they came apart, smiling, her breath slightly labored.
She looked down at him, as he pulled down her dress and sucked on her breast. While she let her hand find that bulge in his pants and run her hand along it, back and forth. If he was going to make use of the time they had left, he'd have to be quick.
 
Joseph let out a small grunt as her hand brushed up against what desperately wanted to break out. Knowing time was of the essence he decided it was best to move on to the main course. Pushing her hand to the side he quickly removed his belt before taking his trousers off and throwing them aside. He was not wearing any undergarments, knowing full well what was going to happen at this ball. A fully erect cock pointed at the blond girl, rubbing up against her dress more freely. It was a couple inches longer than the average, not too big nor small. With a playful wink he lifted up her skirt, seeing that she too "forgot" her underwear. With one hand on the wall and the other around her waist he eagerly thrusted forward, impaling her all the way to hilt. The young man let out a gentle gasp, his face inches away from her's before his hips started slamming her hard.
Pleasure filled him with every thrust, his head leaning back so he could watch her's. Seeing a woman's pleasure was one of his favorite parts of sex, something others took for granted.
 
Jane watched him, smiling, as he removed his belt and then his pants. She was not disappointed as the garment was removed and she could finally lay eyes on him. Quite the rod he had there, even she had to admit.
He was making it quite obvious that he was just going to go for it now, which he definitely should, if he wanted a happy ending. Jane had been aroused for most of the day, just thinking about the party and what might happen. So there was no real need for foreplay and honestly, Jane preferred it, when they just got right down to it, as long as it didn't hurt her of course.

She responded to his playful wink, with a smile that matched it, as Joseph lifted up her skirt. Then he just grabbed her and thrusted right into her, a move that earned him a surprised gasp and then a sigh of pleasure, as his length stretched her from the inside.
Jane put her arms around his neck and lifted a leg to wrap around his hips, to let him come closer. He didn't waste any time as he dived right into a hard and fast pace, slamming her into the wall.

He was big, stretching her so wonderfully and reaching places that weren't often touched. Jane's mouth fell slightly open as he pounded into here. The small gasps that escaped her, gradually became deeper and deeper, until they turned into small moans. She loved it like this, rough. And there was something about all the people that were looking at him, something thrilling. The finer people, tried to look away and pretend they didn't see what was going on, but even they couldn't help but sneak a peak at the action. And if you took a look at the crowd, you'd see more than a few bulges in pants, as the men watched Jane's small breasts jump, with every thrust he gave.
 
Joseph savoured every moan that echoed throughout the acoustic ballroom. His eyes locked onto hers as they got ever closer with every thrust. His hips began alternating in different circular motions, trying his best to get her to cum at least once before he did. It was a personal challenge he always tried to live up to. So many times he would hear in gossip how the man always finished before the woman was even half way aroused, but in this case it was especially challenging. Jane felt so incredible, she knew just how to squeeze her pussy around his throbbing cock. If if he wanted Glenn could have blown his load right then and there but he managed to keep it in, adjusting his speed so he didn't blow early.

Meanwhile Lady Elizabeth was getting particularly jealous as she watched her husband ogle the young Jane. She was in her late fifties but still maintained her beauty, if not for the few extra wrinkles here and there. Her pitch black hair was done up in a bun which complemented her green eyes. Her dress was that of long black silk that extend off her sleeves like a cloak. She scowled, not about to lose to some blond floozy as she walked over to her husband, Lord Perry, and grabbed him by the bulge in his pants.
"Dear, how embarrassing, you seem to have brought a tent to the ball. Let me deal that for you!" She said with a cold tone before pushing the lord into a chair. Wasting no time she undid his trousers before engulfing all seven inches down her throat, she was determined to remind her husband who fucked him the best. The man was surprised and nervous at first, receiving something so private out in the open, but those thoughts soon drifted away as a bliss filled expression filled his face.

It wasn't long before others began grouping, sucking, and even fucking each other. It was slowly becoming less of a ball and more of an orgy.
 
The only thing that was good about foreplay, was that Jane would have a chance of reaching her climax before the man did. Without it, it took a while longer. But she didn't mind. At least, not on a night like tonight. Because she knew, that she would be having a lot of cock, before the night was done. And eventually she would reach her peak. But not now, not for a while yet. Because even though she had been ready for him, it took longer for her to reach an orgasm, than it did for him. It was just how it was and he would most likely be disappointed, if he hoped to make her come, before he did. At least, if he carried on like this. "Come", she moaned, "Come inside me" Jane emphasized her words, by tightening herself around him.
She was too busy, being fucked by this nice man, to notice what was happening around them. Certainly not a standart 1920's party. Not that she cared much about that. And the few that had been offended, had already left. Among those, was her father. He didn't mind watching his daughter fuck random men, but for some reason he drew the line at watching his friends fucking each other.
Whatever the case was, what was left of the party, was the horny nobility, screwing around with each other. And not necessarily sticking to their wives and men.
This was definitely going to be an interesting night.
 
Despite his every attempt to keep his load down, her words moaned out like a beautiful melody were just enough to push him over the edge. Leaving all restraint behind the young noble went into an almost berserker trance as his speed increased tenfold the moment he felt his orgasm start. His hips slammed into her wildly, an arm deeply entangled in her hair as he yelled out in pleasure which overtook his mind, nothing else mattered in that moment. This was all accompanied by a huge blast of cum that quickly filled the girl, the white goo soon overflowing onto the ground with loud splats. A couple moments passed before his thrusts finally slowed down and the euphoria died down a bit, his jaw was lax as he panted, trying to recapture his breath. It was about five minutes over his time but most of the men who were in line had found other willing females to fuck. A few men and women hovered around the two, wanting to join in but waiting for a less intense moment to do so.
"That was... amazing!" He panted out with a small smile. His hips still steadily pounding her pussy, but much slower than before. Slowly he removed himself from her snatch, a trail of cum still sticking to his cock.
"Do you mind cleaning me off?" He asked with another grin, his member now inches from her face dripping cum, still oblivious to the orgy growing around them.
 
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