A Victorian Tale

A Victorian Tale!

Part Four - An unusual job!

Jennifer had just the head of Lucien's manhood in her mouth, and had been experimenting with what she could do with her tongue while it was there. She looked up at Lucien, his eyes were dilated and he had that look that men got when they touched her. Not surprising, I suppose, she thought. We are flesh to flesh here in abundance. She stopped running her tongue around the head and started to push her head forward. She had been challenged by Hazel to take all his manhood into her mouth.

Instead of reversing direction when her mouth was full she pushed on. There was a feeling of gagging which was hard to ignore, and she stopped. Then, screwing up her courage, she pushed again and suddenly his manhood was in her throat and her lips were touching hairs. She had a little panic, her windpipe was blocked, she could not breathe. But, unwilling to admit that Hazel might be better at this, she counted to twelve, slowly, and then withdrew. Hazel had only done ten!

"Your turn," she winked at Hazel.

Hazel was sucking at the Professor's testicles and making little tugging movements that stretched his scrotum, she paused.

"How's about we do it together?" she replied. "And see who lasts longest. Two long licks, three dips, and then deep for as long as you can last."

"Very well," agreed Jennifer.

"Master Lucien," said the Sprite. "You give the count, please."

"We need to get on with work soon," Lucien replied. "But I am enjoying this. Aaaah, Jennifer, your tongue is a delight. All right, ready... lick once."

Both girls licked the manhood before them from hairy root to tip.

"Lick twice."

Again a long lick was applied to the underside of the manhood, making the men squirm with pleasure.

"Dip once... twice... thrice... and down!"

The girls sucked hard whilst bobbing their heads and then drove down without hesitation. Two manhoods became encased in warm flesh and caressed by willing tongues. Both men grunted.

"One... two... three..."

The slow count went on and, on thirteen, Jennifer was forced to admit defeat. Hazel lasted until eighteen. Jennifer wondered if a sprite needed air the same way she did, but concluded that the creature was just more practised at the skill. If she was indeed three hundred years old there must have been many opportunities to practice.

The effect of Hazel's expertise also showed at about fourteen in the count. The Professor made a great cry of pleasure and he was clearly ejaculating. Hazel had done what Lucien had asked. Jennifer felt happy for her, she would have a job. But then she worried. She had not yet made Lucien do the same and he was already talking about getting on with work. What if he chose Hazel as his model and rejected her? She wasn't sure what work she could do. Unless she became a harlot. Her stepmother had suggested she was one, after all.

Luckily for her Lucien did not intend to start work until he had got his own reward. He looked at Jennifer who was massaging his manhood and seemed to be contemplating if she should go deep again.

"Are you brave?" he asked her.

This was the second time in as many days that Jennifer has been asked that question. She gave the same response.

"I'd like to think so, sir."

Lucien stood up and took Jennifer's hand. He steered her until she was kneeling with her back to the chaise. Just to her side was the Professor, with Hazel the Sprite snuggled up to him. The Professor smiled at her.

"I think I know what Lucien intends," he said, quietly. "Relax and let it happen and you will be a model."

Lucien stood before her and took both sides of her head in his hands. She was staring straight forward at his manhood. The little hole at the end looked like a single eye and she was reminded of the legend of the Cyclops, and that thought led to the picture of Odysseus returned from his travels. She determined she would conquer the Cyclops and then, perhaps, a man that looked as brave and muscular as the man in the photograph would place his hand on her breast. And, if the hint the Professor gave was true, do possibly a lot more.

"Open your mouth," said Lucien, shuffling forwards until he was standing between her knees.

She opened her mouth wide.

He pushed his manhood into her mouth. How am I going to suck him like this, Jennifer thought? I can't move my head!

But it turned out that she didn't need to do anything except, as the Professor had suggested, relax and let it happen. Holding her head tightly Lucien thrust with his hips and his manhood slid in and out. He started slowly and, after ten thrusts, he pushed with his hips and pulled with his hands and his penis plunged in, to its full extent. He held her there for a few seconds, while Jennifer gagged and choked, and then drew out until she could breathe.

Then he set up a rhythm and smoothly thrust at a moderate speed and Jennifer found her eyes watering. She put her hands up to touch Lucien's hips in an effort to try to control the speed and depth. He responded by tangling the fingers of his left hand in her hair and slapping her hands away with his right. He wasn't harsh, it was just a light tap, but the message was clear to Jennifer. He was in charge.

"Put your hands into the small of your back," Lucien instructed. "And keep them there. Think of it as a preparation for keeping a pose for the camera. You must learn to keep still when I tell you to."

So, thought Jennifer, perhaps he is going to employ me after all. She put her hands behind her back, resting them on top of her bustle. Thoughts of possible employment were driven from her mind as Lucien started to speed up. With his hand in her hair she was unable to turn away and was forced to endure the use of her mouth. Her eyes watered even more and she could feel a tear running down her cheek, and - worst of all - drool was escaping from her mouth as he thrusted.

Jennifer had been brought up to be neat and tidy, to eat and drink with refinement, to avoid burps, belches, farts and definitely to avoid dripping saliva across her chin and into her bodice. This was hard to endure.

"Ah yes," Lucien cried. "I am close, very close."

Jennifer wondered what he was close to. He was close to the chaise, her legs, and her face, but perhaps he was talking about something else.

"Yes... yes... yes," he cried, and then gave a shudder and a gasp and he was pumping his seed into her mouth.

"Swallow, swallow," he cried and Jennifer understood why the Professor had suggested she lap up the seed last night. If she had spat it out then Lucien might have been annoyed with her for spoiling his fun. The Professor had prepared her. As it flooded in, in a series of spurts, she gulped it down, every drop.

He staggered back his manhood a little limp now, but the wide eyed look had not gone. He grasped his member and rubbed it hard.

"Take your clothes off," he said to Jennifer. "I am going to show you what a real man can do for you."

Oh dear, thought Jennifer, now I'm in trouble.

The Professor was out of his seat in a flash and deftly draped something around Lucien's neck. It was an ancient glass bead on a leather thong. Lucien shook his head and passed his hand over his eyes.

"Lucien," said the Professor. "You must wear this when you are near her. And try to avoid touching her bare flesh."

"Is she one of them?" Lucien asked, nodding at Hazel.

"No," the Professor replied. "She is as human as we are but she has the power to fascinate men. You will get no work done today if you continue to touch her flesh without protection. You will have an enjoyable time, but not a profitable one."

"And my male models?"

"She will bring out the best in them, I promise you. But I suggest you do mostly solo work with her for a few days, while Jennifer and I try to find a way to control her powers."

"Very well then, I just hope her glamour shows in the photographs."

"I'm sure it will shine out."

And with that the Professor kissed Jennifer on the cheek and told her not to be late for dinner. Then he left and she was alone with Lucien and the Sprite.

--o--

Jennifer found the work quite pleasant on that first day. She was introduced to the studio which was the largest room in the building, with south facing windows, and it was set up with a dozen small tableaux. Next to this room was one that acted as a costume store and Hazel and Jennifer spent the next few hours in the routine of risque photography.

Lucien seemed inordinately proud of his camera which, he explained, was the latest design. The technical details meant little to Jennifer but she knew that expressing interest in the process could not harm her prospects. Her governess had told her that men had their hobbies and, however foolish they might seem, a wife should never disparage them. Jennifer applied the same principle here. Hazel flitted around the room, touching everything, getting in the way, until Lucien told her off, after which she sulked a lot.

The process of making an exposure was that the girls would be shown a costume and told to dress. And while they did this Lucien would add a plate to the camera and decide which tableaux was to be used. Then one or other of the girls, or sometimes both, would be asked to stand in their places in the scene whilst he adjusted the camera. Sometimes this took a while, and involved a choice of using flash powder or making a longer exposure. Then he posed them. This came last so as not to tire the girls. Finally the shot was taken. The first time the flash powder went off, with its whoosh-bang and puff of smoke, Jennifer nearly jumped in alarm and ruined the shot.

Then it would be back for another costume. Most of the costumes were strange. Classical robes and togas were popular, and sometimes garments that were so sheer that they almost failed to provide covering for a lady's private parts. Then there were some rather exotic costumes from around the world. A few of these were very low cut around the bodice and Jennifer found herself feeling very exposed in the bosom area. And one, towards the end of the afternoon had a bodice so low that it did not cover her nipples which were left revealed for all to see.

Hazel was variously dressed in youthful garb, sometimes looking like a maidservant to Jennifer's mistress. She found it hard to stand still for the moment when the photograph was taken. And, most disconcertingly, when Jennifer came out of the wardrobe with the very low cut gown, she insisted on licking and tweaking Jennifer's nipples as they waited for Lucien to be ready to take the shot.

"Let's get these as big as possible," she giggled.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh yes, Jen," the sprite had taken to shortening Jennifer's name as if it was too much like hard work to say all the syllables. "That's what the customers want to see."

"The Professor said these photographs go to artists, as substitutes to live models," said Jennifer, feeling a bit disconcerted. "Why would they want to see my nipples stiff and erect?"

"Some of the photographs go to artists, I'm sure," giggled Hazel. "But most of them are bought by men that like to look at women with nothing on."

"Really?"

"Oh yes," continued the sprite. "They have to buy them secretly, that's the law, but I understand the enforcement is very... lax."

"Oh!"

As they posed for the shot, her nipples hard and very obvious, Jennifer realised that her body was going to be looked at by many men. It was a strange feeling, going from being someone who nobody stared at, to someone whose image was going to be preserved for all time. And looked at by men for their titillation. She found herself wondering if her father bought these sorts of photographs. And if, one day, he would see his own daughter smiling out at him. And if he was going to rub himself, whilst looking at her photograph, in the way she had rubbed the Professor the night before.

In the end the exposure, as Lucien liked to call them, was spoiled by Hazel. She was posed as if she were a handmaiden helping Jennifer undress, but she decided to add more licking and tweaking of her mistresses nipples at just the wrong moment. It would have been fine if she had been still when the shot happened but she wasn't. She was moving very fast. Lucien snarled at her for being so thoughtless.

It was the last tableaux of the day and Lucien counted coins into the girls hands. He fined Hazel for spoiling the last photograph so she got a little less than Jennifer.

"Both of you come back tomorrow," he demanded. "And be ready for more revealing costumes. If you can't cope with this idea then please don't turn up."

"I will be back," Jennifer promised.

Hazel looked at her diminished wage and pouted, "Can I do something to earn back the extra coins?" she asked Lucien. Then she fluttered her eyelashes at him. Jennifer had never seen anyone do this before. Was it a special sprite ability? To look very vulnerable and yet full of desire?

Jennifer left them negotiating. She was now sure that the sprite would end up in his bed. To tell the truth she was a little jealous. It was becoming clear to her that some very pleasurable things might happen in bed.

--o--

Back at home, after a very pleasant dinner, and some interesting conversation, Jennifer realised how much she had been denied in her home life. Here was a man who listened to her ideas, encouraged her to express more, and conversed with her as an equal. Not even her Governess had done that.

As before, the Professor came into her room at midnight.

"Time to pay your rent," he smiled, pulling up his nightgown and lying down next to her.

She wriggled out of the sheets and crouched over him. Waiting for him to arrive she had made a decision.

"I want to use my mouth," she said. "If you don't mind. I want to use what I learned today from Hazel the Sprite."

"That would be most acceptable," replied her benefactor. "Go ahead, in your own time, of course."

Jennifer started by licking and kissing and, while she encouraged his manhood to become stiff, he talked.

"That is lovely," he said. "I too have been busy. I have been reviewing all the literature on your ring. Unfortunately there is not a lot. And what there is.... oh Jennifer that is particularly nice... er... sorry... where was I? Oh yes, what exists is full of speculation."

Jennifer was about to plunge her head down to take his manhood into her mouth but paused.

"What do they say?"

Then she continued, taking the purple head into her like a ripe plum, and running her tongue around it.

"Glory!" exclaimed the Professor. "Ah.... slow down dear or I will not be able to reply."

Jennifer stopped the stimulation with her tongue and settled down to gently bobbing her head up and down his shaft, a slow motion that encompassed just half his manhood. The Professor gulped, took a few deep breaths, and then continued.

"The authors speculate that your ring was worn by the Priestess of the groves or stone circles where worship took place. And that worship of the Priestess was part of that ritual. You understand what I mean by them worshipping her?"

Jennifer contrived to shake her head to say no, without stopping her dipping movement. It gave her a feeling if intense pride that she was able to achieve the manoeuvre.

"Oh," replied the Professor. He was evidently hoping that he wouldn't have to explain. "Well some ancient texts suggest that worshippers would kiss the sex of the Priestess, even female worshippers. And at certain times of the year they would go further. Oh God... yes Jennifer... please go further."

Jennifer had been dipping her head lower. It had happened by accident. She was enjoying the pleasure she could give the Professor more than she expected. This was no longer just paying her rent, the act had become a pleasure in itself. The manhood in her mouth seemed to be getting increasingly delicious to taste, luckily without the desire to chew. Now, with permission from the Professor to do more she excitedly drove her head down until she had completely encased his manhood inside her throat, grinding her lips against his hairy crotch.

"Yes.. at certain times of the year, the sacred dates, they would... oooooh... plant their seed in the Priestess."

Jennifer kept him deep within her and hoped to exceed her count from the morning. She added her hand under the Professor's hairy, wrinkled, scrotum the way she'd seen Hazel the Sprite tickle. And tipped the Professor over the edge. Suddenly he gave a roar and his manhood was pulsing in her throat. He was so deep that his seed simply slipped down into her stomach. And he was bucking under her.

She waited until the bucking stopped and released him. The last spurts of semen dropped into her tongue and lips as she pulled away. Then the Professor was kissing her, running his tongue around in her mouth. To Jennifer he was no longer an old man. Somehow he had become one of the elders, one of her more mature worshippers. She broke from the kiss and instinctively lay back and spread her legs.

To her great disappointment the Professor didn't worship her but carried on explaining what the ancient Priestess might expect. He's wearing his bead, she guessed, noting the leather thong around his neck. He is immune to my powers. Damn!

She had not said the word out loud but still felt terribly guilty. A good girl does not swear, she thought, but perhaps I am no longer a good girl.

"The most virile members of the tribe would lay with her," the Professor was continuing to explain. "One after another until she had been thoroughly seeded and, if she became with child, then that was a good sign for the tribe."

Jennifer wanted to scream at him that she wanted seeding too but he was caught up in his explanation instead of acting it out. Then he stopped.

"Do you want to experience what it is like to be seeded?"

"Oh yes, Professor," Jennifer cried, widening her legs further as she tried to entice him to cover her.

"I am too old to give you a good demonstration of the pleasures of fornication," he said.

Jennifer groaned in disappointment.

"But," he continued. "I have a friend who could attend tomorrow night who is an expert. He has lain with thousands of women."

"Thousands?"

"Yes, thousands," grinned the Professor.

"How is that possible?" asked Jennifer. "The great Casanova himself only had 124 conquests in his life."

He looked at her with interest at this fact so easily trotted out.

"Or so it is said," she added hurriedly, in case the Professor asked why she knew this fact.

"Ah well," replied the Professor with a twinkle in his eyes. "This gentleman is unusual. But I assure you that you won't meet a better tutor for a virgin."

"Then I will meet him," promised Jennifer.

Her sleep was confused with a number of men, each of which she knew, all offering to teach her the joys of fornication. She rejected them all saying, "But I am saving myself for a complete stranger."

Arriving at the studio the next morning Jennifer could not see Hazel. There was a mature woman, who introduced herself as Maureen, but no sign of the sprite.

"Where's Hazel?" Jennifer asked, as soon as she got the opportunity.

"I have sent her to the Earl of Elmete's residence," replied Lucien. "The Earl is staying at his townhouse for a few weeks, and there's nothing the Earl likes more than a girl like Hazel."

Work started then and there was no time to chatter. Today the theme was mother and daughter and Maureen and Jennifer were posed in ever more erotic positions. During a short break, while Lucien went to get more photographic plates, Maureen asked if Jennifer was a friend of Hazel.

"I only met her yesterday," admitted Jennifer. "But I found her very likeable."

"She'll be working hard if she's gone to the Earl's house," Maureen said. "I've met him. Benjamin, the Earl, is eighty-three, so he has a couple of footmen he takes with him on his travels. They... entertain... the ladies he meets."