An Erotic Adventure - Part 1

"Amazing Adventures at the Roll of the Dice: one silver coin per roll"

The fortune teller's words echoed in my head as I read the sign.

"You will meet someone," she had said in her thick accent. "The love of your life. The lover of your life, in fact."

She had looked at me, her eyes shining, one eyebrow raised. "You like lovers, no?"

"I… well… yes, actually." Her question had caught me off guard. My face flushed. Such things were never discussed in polite company, though from the rare occasions such topics arose I knew I was different to my acquaintances. Margaret, for instance, always complained about her husband wanting to 'service' her. The advice she gave me, "for when you get married, Lizzie," was to lay back and let my husband get it over with so he would leave me alone till next he felt the need to release some pent-up frustration.

I, on the other hand, found the whole act exciting, thrilling, liberating. It was a forbidden fruit to one unmarried such as I, and the very fact made it all the sweeter for it. But to admit to having lovers was to admit to sinfulness, debauchery, even adultery in some cases, though I never once regretted returning Margaret's husband's flirtations. He had been my best yet. Margaret had no idea what she was missing.

The fortune teller had nodded. "This man in your future; he is tall, with brilliantly blue eyes and long, dark hair. He is a man of adventure, and to meet him, you must accept such an adventure."

I swallowed. I had been uncertain of my future and had come to this woman, hoping for some answers. What she had given was unexpected, to say the least.

"When will I meet this man?" I asked. "Where?"

"You must look out for the signs," she whispered, and the atmosphere in her dingy tent seemed to darken for it, "for the adventure."

She had nodded at me then, as I handed her a gold coin.

"You will be lucky with this one," she had said as I walked out the door. "Not many are lucky enough to have a love and a lover in the one body."

I'd been on tenterhooks for weeks. And now here I was, standing in front of a sign that read "Amazing Adventures". I shook my head; she couldn't have been speaking of an actual sign! When fortune tellers spoke of signs they meant things that were intangible, like meeting a man at a dinner party who had just returned from trekking the Himalayas, or hunting Polar Bears in the arctic. Not an actual physical sign, proclaiming the very words she had spoken.

It's too obvious. But no matter how I wanted to bypass it I couldn't. I took a deep breath and stepped up to the table.

"Hello miss, good day to you," said the wizened old man, flashing me a gappy grin. "You roll today?"

I handed him my silver, and he handed me a cup. Inside were three average looking wooden dice. I placed a hand over the top of the cup, and gave it a good shake. As I tipped the dice onto the table top I watched them spin, as though in slow motion. They fell to their sides, and I saw the numbers, not 1 to 6 as a normal dice, but 11, and 22. The last dice was blank, but as I watched numbers appeared on its surface: 33.

"Ooh…" The man peered at the dice, and then back to me. "Oh my, you are a lucky one. We've been waiting for these numbers to come up, many many years we've been waiting heh. You lucky one, you are."

I rolled my eyes, what foolishness was this, I wondered.

"You have surprise. Biggest surprise, this surprise give you more pleasure than any other - you lucky one, you are."

Another man approached, and reached out for my hand. A momentary fear crossed my heart, what have I gotten myself into? He helped me to stand, smoothing out my large skirt as I did, then led me off behind the scramble of gypsy tents. I thought he might be leading me to one of the larger tents at the back, but we continued past.

"Where are we going?" I asked, but the man merely nodded and smiled. I wasn't even sure he understood English. We went through town, ducking out through a side entrance to travel to a large stone house, just on the outskirts. I'd never noticed it before, though I'd travelled this way many times, and I wondered how I could have missed such an abode.

The man led me to the door and knocked. As the door swung opened I gasped. The man standing at the door was exactly as the fortune teller had described him - tall, dark hair falling down around his shoulders, piercing blue eyes.

"Thank you," he said, pressing a coin into the strange man's hand, before dismissing him.

"I am Richard," he said, taking my hand, and brushing his lips across my fingers.

"Lizzie." My voice was a squeak, as my insides buzzed with anticipation.

"It is nice to meet you, Lizzie. You have come for pleasure, yes?"

My mouth was dry, so I licked my lips. "I have come for adventure." I held his gaze.

His eyes gleamed.

"Do you know the adventure I will take you on will not be outdoors, but inside?" His gaze dropped to my breasts, and followed the curve of my hips to my toes and back again.

I swallowed, nodded.

"I saw a fortune teller." I began. "She said I was to have a love, and a lover."

I don't know why I'm admitting such things

"Interesting." He tilted his head to one side.

"I think so." Suddenly I was unsure. What would he ask of me? I followed him into the house.

"Would you like to join me in my cellar?"

What had I gotten myself into? I was tempted to turn and run, but my legs wouldn't do as I wanted.

Instead I nodded.

"A quiet one. I like the quiet ones. They're always far more interesting." He took a step closer and suddenly he was right in front of me. He raised his hand, one finger tracing the line of my jaw, down my neck and across the top of my breast, barely visible above my dress line. My skin tingled where his finger had been, and when he pulled his hand away I inadvertently leaned forward as though to avoid breaking the connection.

He smiled, his gaze burning into mine. "You are beautiful."

He turned and walked to a doorway at the other end of the room. I followed him, through the door, and down a stone staircase to a lavishly furnished room below.

A red velvet couch stood against one wall. Against the opposite wall was a table; an array of tools lining the edge; cuffs, a switch, a whip, others I did not recognise.

"Does it scare you?"

I swallowed, shook my head.

"You have slept with a man before?"

I nodded.

"You recognise some of these toys?"

I nodded again. "The cuffs, the whip."

"The plugs? The dildos?"

I shook my head, my gaze caught on the large rubber cock in the centre of the table.

"You will need to speak if we are to continue." His hand traced the line of my breast again. That familiar tingle ran the length of my body, a warmth spreading from my groin. It had been some time since I'd had a lover, much longer than I'd ever gone without before. Sexual energy radiated off this man. I wanted him, now.

"I want to continue."

"Will you give me control?"

My cleft clenched at the thought. "Yes."

He moved in again, this time standing so close I could smell his masculine tang. My mouth watered at the scent. He leant forward, kissed my cheek, my lips. I turned my head, extending my tongue so that I could explore the inside of his mouth. He let go, moved to kiss my cheek again, this time moving his mouth around to my ear, which he gently sucked and nibbled. I felt myself melt into him as his lips followed the line of my collar bone, and jumped as I felt a collar click into place around my neck. My heart pounded, all the while a thrill ran up my spine. I had always insisted on control in my previous sexual encounters. Now I wanted to be controlled. He pushed me back, so I sat on the lush velvet lounge, as he took my arms and tied them deftly behind my back.

"If you desire this to end, you tell me, 'End It' and I will." His fingers brushed my lips. "If you're mouth is occupied you shake your head."

Moisture gathered between my legs.

"No objections?" He paused to look into my face, and I became aware that I was panting with anticipation.

I shook my head. "None."

"Good." Suddenly there was a knife in his hand, and in one swift movement he had slit my dress in two, from the cleavage to my waist, allowing the material to fall to the floor.

At the sound of my tearing dress I couldn't help but speak.

"No!"

"I'll buy you another," he said with a dismissive shrug.

"This dress cost a fortune."

"I'm not short of gold, my fine woman. Now be quiet, lest I make you quiet." With the knife still in his hand his words should have been threatening, and yet I did not fear him. He put the knife down, and returned to the task, kneeling before me, one hand fighting the folds of my underskirt as his mouth found a nipple and sucked, hard.

"Oh!" I moaned. He teased my nipple with his tongue, flicking it from side to side in rapid succession. He sucked harder as his hand found my leg and followed it up my thigh. His finger ran along the outside of my knickers, tracing my lips, as his tongue moved to find my other breast, but the fabric of my dress wouldn't move as he wanted.

In a moment the knife was back.

"Lean forward."

I did as I was told, clenching my eyes shut as I felt the cold blade on my spine, shivering against the chill of the air as my dress fell away around me. He ignored me, his finger once again finding my mound, his mouth settling on my other breast. His finger found the edge of my panties and slid inside, teasing my clit first before plunging deep into my wet and waiting slit.

"Ready already," he commented. "A rarity."

He slid his finger in and out, changing position slightly to push two fingers inside of me, then three, his fingers curled to rub the inside walls of my cunt.

"Oh, oh, oh!" My moans grew louder as he continued to stroke me, and I thrust against the movement.

"You are keen for it, aren't you?" he said. "Well, then. Let's see how much you can take. Stand!"

I did as I was told, though I nearly cried when he withdrew his fingers from me.

He deftly removed my undergarments.

"Very nice indeed." His eyes roamed my body, hunger clear in his gaze.

He snapped his fingers and my clothes were gone.

"I do hate mess, don't you?" he said with a grin.

"Where…?"

"Nevermind. There are dresses ready for you, when we are done." He snapped his fingers again, and an open wardrobe appeared in the corner of the room, several dresses of obvious expense hanging within.

"Why didn't you just remove them from my body like that? Why tear - "

"It adds to the excitement, don't you think?"

Suddenly he had a switch in his hand; much like the one my parents had thrashed me with as a disobedient child. He stood arms distance away, and used the switch to trace the curves on my body.

"Such beautiful breasts," he murmured. "Such a fine stomach." He circled me as he spoke.

"And that arse. Mmm-mmm." I felt the switch trace over my backside, and then it was gone, coming down a brief second later with a loud thwack, a sharp sting across my backside

"Ow!"

"Ah yes, it is a little painful, I grant you. But tell me, is it not also pleasurable?"

He gave me another thwack with it, pleasure mingling with the pain to radiate out across my skin.

"Bend over."

I did as I was told, and he brought his cane done on my arse three, four more times. It brought tears to my eyes, and yet stirred the need in my groin.

"Lean on the wall," he said, "poke that tight rump out as far as you can."

Again, I did as I was told. Five, six, seven times, and each time pain radiated out and morphed into a buzz of pleasure that carried across my skin and made me wet between my thighs.

When he touched me again it was with his fingers, as they traced the lines across my bottom. Now his fingers found my slit again, and he slid them in and out as he kissed the marks he had made. He lifted me up, spinning me round to lay me on the couch, kneeling between my legs as he did so. When his tongue touched my clit, I jumped, as if a bolt of lightning jolted my spine. His fingers joined his tongue, sensations I had never before experienced sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. When his tongue reached my arsehole I couldn't help but gasp. His fingers rammed deeper as his tongue circled the tight hole and then forced its way between my buttocks.

I moaned. He pulled his fingers out and moved his mouth, forcing his tongue into my entrance. He fucked me with his tongue a moment, before returning his fingers.

"You taste good," he said. "Tell me, have you ever gushed before?"

I shook my head. "No."

"You will today. It will feel strange, like you need to pee, but trust me, the juice that will be flowing from you will be nothing like urine."

I nodded, having no idea what he was on about. He had four fingers in me now, pounding away at my cunt.

"I want to drink your essence," he said. "I want to taste every drop."

I nodded again, hoping I could do as he asked of me. His fingers kept moving inside, and he returned his tongue to my clit. His tongue moved faster, flicking my clit around his mouth. His thumb forced entry into my backside as his fingers delved deeper, pumping and rubbing against me. I felt a wave grow inside of me, a pressure formed between my legs. I couldn't help myself, and began to thrust and grind against his hand and face, but this time he didn't seem to mind.

"OH!" I moaned. "Oh! Oh! Oh my god! Oh-my-god, oh-my-god, oh-my-god!" I could no longer control myself, as wave after wave of pleasure took control of my body.

"Fu-uck!" I screamed again as a torrent of liquid poured from somewhere below. I felt, rather than saw, him sprayed in my own juices, felt his mouth move to capture as much as he could, knew he swallowed again and again as I filled his mouth with my cum.

Finally he withdrew his hand, and I sank, spent, into the couch beneath me.

"Perfect," he said, a look of pure satisfaction on his face. "Absolutely perfect."

"Now you need to return the favour." He pulled me to a kneeling position on the floor, rubbed his erect cock over my face before tracing my lips with the head. I opened my mouth, let my tongue taste the tiny slit before circling the head and tickling the flap of skin just below.

"Mmmm," he moaned, as I allowed his cock to slide over my tongue. I began to move, bobbing my head to bring him to orgasm, and I felt him move too, his body stretching, relaxing into the sensations. I continued, and after a moment I felt his fingers twine through my hair.

"Open your throat, Lizzie," he said. "Let me take control now."

I'd been deep-throated before and I tensed against the onslaught, but the orgasm he'd given me had relaxed me, and my throat open wider than I thought it could, accepting his girth, and I surrendered to the sensations as he thrust into me easily, the sides of his cock rubbing against my throat, gagging me, before withdrawing to thrust again. I bobbed up and down, moaning my desire, desperate to taste his seed.

Finally his body stiffen, shuddered, and he orgasmed, filling my mouth with the sweet taste of his cum. I licked his drooping cock, sucking him clean, and he knelt beside me on the cold stone floor.

"Is that it?" I asked, smirking at him. "Are you not going to ride me? What about all those toys you have."

He grinned, leaning forward to press his lips against mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth.

"Don't worry about that, my dear. There’s plenty more to come yet."

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