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Slaves to Erotic Poetry
Slaves to Erotic Poetry
I chanced upon opportunity, as a young lad, barely past my teens.
The conditions were quite unusual, but the money was obscene.
They called for young lads as servants, to ladies, of upper class.
Simply present an old fashioned manner, it said, and do all that they ask.
It warned applicants, be open minded though, with tolerant and liberal views.
As every command must be obeyed, or final payment, could be refused.
And so it was that I went forth, to a grand palace like estate.
Where educated, proper ladies (wealthy cougars) congregate.
I was introduced to the Duchess Lady Chloe, shortly after I arrived.
She eyed me sternly, riding crop in hand, and coldness in her eyes.
“You will do”, at last she said. And sent me along a flight of ornate stairs.
She swaggered along behind me, as we entered her private lair.
The room was bathed in candlelight, brimming with opulence.
In the centre a grand four poster bed, the height of decadence.
“You will satisfy my every whim”, she said. “Yes my Lady”, I replied.
She ordered me, strip off all my clothes, obediently I complied.
Lady Chloe sprawled upon the bed: buxom, blonde, blue-eyed.
A ripe, mature, beauty, with wanton wickedness inside.
Clothed in a pearly evening dress, a sumptuous gaudy gown,
And although she was quite relaxed, she appraised me with a frown.
By contrast I was young, tall and lean, shivering and tense,
How awkwardly I posed for her, my every muscle clenched.
I stood there quite nervously, with her regarding me.
My youthfulness was laid bare, my manhood swinging free.
Slowly she approached me, she traced her crop along my flank.
She paused above my buttocks, which she gave a short sharp spank.
For an instant, there was a thrill of pain, that brought tears to my eyes.
But the arousing pleasure afterwards, came as a surprise.
The endorphin surge caused me to flush, my pulse began to quicken.
I felt a swelling, stirring down below, as my cock began to thicken.
Gently she massaged my balls, then struck my rear with sharp effect.
My bottom quickly reddening, my cock now hard, erect.
She placed her crop against my cock, then up and down the length.
The sensation so exquisite, the pleasure so intense.
Lady Chloe ceased mid-stroke and struck my bottom once again,
From reward to punishment, now pleasure morphed to pain,
Presently she returned to stroking me and deep bliss replaced the hurt.
But I felt like I was about to explode, like a mighty dam that bursts.
And then as though she read my thoughts she promptly stayed her hand.
“We’ll pause for now”, she abruptly snapped. “You will come when I command!”
Lady Chloe settled on the bed, and set aside her riding crop.
She looked at me, her gaze intent, on my swollen throbbing cock.
I stood there naked upon the precipice, my carnal climax left undone.
“You servants are too excitable”, she said at last. “As we have just begun.”
“Servant, you need some small distraction, you could entertain me with a song”.
“My Lady”, I pleaded “I am tone deaf, the notes would sound all wrong”.
“Servant, I don’t like your tone”, she snapped. And shot me an angry stare.
“Perhaps a poem”, I said nervously. “To describe your beauty fair”.
Lady Chloe thought on this, “very well”, at last, she said.
And presently she was greatly pleased, as she reclined upon the bed.
I swiftly grabbed my writing tools and paused to think then scribe.
My fevered mind was racing, searching for those words that best describe.
“Like the goddesses of old”, I said. “You are a true beauty for all times”.
“Your hair is like lustrous woven gold, which sparkles like sunshine”.
“Your ivory skin if flawless, your eyes a deep and sensual blue.
And so I wrote line after line, in clumsy fashion, but all true.
“Your poetry is beautiful”, she purred. “But can you erotically describe?”
Then with lusty wriggle and sly smile, she tossed her clothes aside.
She lay there proudly naked as my gaze roamed over every fleshy part.
“My Lady, you are so magnificent”, I said. “I don’t know where to start”.
“Craft an ode to my breasts” she says, as she proudly cupped them both.
“My Lady, a treasure without measure” I said. “Their bounty overflows”.
“Their curvature so sublime”, I declared. “That when they are outthrust,”
“Are of such generous and fine proportions, they are the object of my lust”.
Lady Chloe was greatly pleased with those words, and she clearly wanted more.
“Now describe what you see” she urged. And perched upon all fours.
Lady Chloe knelt upon the bed, her round bottom, lovely, lofted high.
And I caught a glimpse of soft pink quim, between supple fleshy thighs.
“You taunt me with your derriere” I said. “That is pleasing and shapely as a heart”.
“Your pink gorgeous bloom, tempts me most, when your thighs do slightly part”.
“Perhaps you would like a better look?” She purred. Obviously with great pride.
With that she turned over on the bed, grasped her knees and spread them wide.
“Like a split fruit sweetly glistening, your musky quim bears heavenly perfume”.
“I am overwhelmed by your delicate fleshy blossom, arrayed in magnificent full bloom”.
“I yearn to taste, to sample, to press myself against your succulent forbidden treat”.
“I desire to run my tongue on fleshy lips, down your slit and on your nectar sweet”.
Lady Chloe listened intently, uttered a soft moan as those wicked words sunk in.
With one hand she massaged her nipple while the other lingered on her quim.
I continued with my poetry but this erotic sight was more than I could bare.
My cock was straining, aching for her, but to approach her, I did not dare.
But then suddenly the tension broke, there was a brisk rapping upon the door.
“Tis Lady Sofia here”, a woman’s voice declared. “And this evening is but a bore”
“You may enter my bedroom if you wish”, Lady Chloe responded, to my surprise.
The door was promptly opened, a dark busty woman, stepped gracefully inside.
She was mature, full and beautiful, with lustrous dark mane and pure olive skin.
Pressed within a crimson gown, her luscious curves were barely held within.
I was reminded of my nakedness, my beacon throbbed with lewd magenta glow.
But Lady Chloe was nude and clearly unconcerned, pale thighs still bawdily akimbo.
“You appear to be mid-fuck”, Lady Sofia exclaimed. Eyes wide at the perverse.
“No my dear” Lady Chloe replied. “My new poet is bewitching me with verse”.
“Oh how fascinating” Lady Sofia said. “Such novelty, I have never heard”.
“Recite to me dear poet”, she said. “Entice me with your words”.
Lady Sofia was not one to trifle, she delivered a playful warning spank.
Then with expert touch, her crop along my cock, in a sliding, pleasing wank.
The proverbial stick followed by the carrot, and her message was quite clear.
That my reward or punishment could be: exquisite or severe.
Then to prompt me along Lady Sofia gave me an expectant stare.
I took my cue and read to her those saucy lines, about the Lady Chloe fair.
And when I looked up I gasped aloud, my surprise, I could not hide.
The two ladies lay there wantonly, their plump nakedness, side by side.
Lady Sofia was completely shaved, except for one small triangle neatly trimmed.
“Your quim tis a wondrous pink rose”, I said in awe. “Betwixt a canvas of silky skin”.
“I beg you do not stop”, she gasped. “Your wicked words are most welcome”.
My cock twitched and oozed a single drop, of pearly white pre-come.
I crafted a sordid sonnet, Lady Sofia: my voluptuous inspiration.
Which was welcomed by both ladies with: mutual titillation.
The effect on me was startling, my cock grew thicker and harder still.
And somehow I recited raunchy lines, through sheer stubborn force of will.
But then Lady Chloe ordered me to stop, she had a smutty plan in mind.
I entered her quim from the rear, while Lady Sofia smacked me from behind.
To each thrust: slapped thighs, stung bottom, sounded doubly perverse.
We danced to that delicious twice-smacked rhythm, as I kept reciting verse.
As the night wore on, we became confused, subtly changing roles.
The mistresses became mere servants, as poetry won control.
Chloe was coerced to satisfy, Sofia’s spellbound dripping quim.
I paddled Chloe’s lovely bottom while her tongue darted deep within.
I spanked the two ladies while entwined, as one enchanted twisted figure.
Then inevitably when the tables turned, they both spanked me with fresh vigour.
We were ushered though, many permutations of, poetic debauchery.
And ever since that sordid night, we three were slaves, to erotic poetry.
Published 30th Nov 2016
| Edited 4th Jan 2020
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1st Dec 2016 4:34am
9th Jun 2018 10:49am
this is a fucking long read, so i must take my time with this one, because,
what i have read so far is brilliant,
what i have read so far is brilliant,
Very rare to find epic story rhyme erotic poetry. you are the producer, director and writer of this script. Sounds familiar if someone if someone I know .
27th Jun 2018 10:10am
It reads to me like an adults only Dr Seuss book. The rhyme and rhythm is similar and to me all my writing seems really juvenile.
27th Jun 2018 10:45am
17th Dec 2019 9:56am
21st Dec 2019 10:24am
Enjoyable picture of an English manor house and its depraved and pleasured poetry loving residents
