open. I placed the palm of my right hand on his abdomen, lowered my fingers into the shrub of pubic hair and then, bending my wrist, slid my fingers slowly and gently along his shaft. My thumb rubbed along the underside feeling the tight, smooth skin. When I got to the point where the pink glans began I stopped and squeezed gently. Albert moaned softly. I looked up into his face and could see his eyes wobbling in their sockets. His knees started to buckle.
‘I think you had better lie down, Albert,’ I said quietly. He needed no second bidding and he subsided to the floor, soon lying flat on his back with his legs apart on either side of my knees. I had not let go of his penis and now with it pointing towards the ceiling I began to massage it up and down. The skin moved easily. On each down stroke, the skin of the glans was pulled taut so that it glistened with the reflected light of the candles. On the up stroke, the foreskin slid over the tip. Albert groaned with pleasure on each movement. I was so intent on my actions that I found myself becoming excited as well. I slipped my left hand into my bloomers. Already my pubis felt hot and moist and I found my little knob hard and erect. I rubbed it in time with the vibrations of my right hand on Albert’s cock.
‘Harder, harder,’ Albert muttered between gasps of pleasure. I increased my frequency of movement, both hands working hard, the right on Albert and the left on myself. I began to wonder if Albert could be brought to orgasm so soon after spraying Natalie with his semen. I need not have feared, however, for just as my arm began to ache, Albert stretched out his legs and arched his back, and another fountain of white fluid shot from his penis. The shock pushed me to the point of orgasm too. The spasms of pleasure made me cry.
‘Oh, bravo,’ cheered Natalie, clapping her hands gleefully. ‘You have done him for sure, and yourself too.’ I sat back on my heels, holding my hands up in front of me and stretching out the fingers to relieve the stiffness of the exertion. Albert lay on his back panting.
‘Very good, Victoria.’ I hadn’t realised that Madame had been standing nearby watching me perform, ‘but you must learn that when you are servicing a man, his pleasure is paramount and you should not divide your energy by pleasing yourself as well as him. You will go to my office and wait for me to come and teach you some lessons in the etiquette of lovemaking. Now, Natalie, your turn to work on Albert.’ I rose to my feet and turned towards the door. I was upset that I had apparently transgressed and earned Madame’s displeasure. What punishment had she prepared for me?
Chapter 3
Victoria Learns Discipline
The oil lamp gave me a ghostly appearance in the long mirror due to my white stockinged legs, white satin bloomers and corset, the white skin of my face and exposed breasts. The only contrast was my brown hair and my small red nipples.
For the first time since I had arrived at the Venus School for Young Ladies some six weeks earlier, I stood in the study of Madame Thackeray, the principal. Why I was there I wasn’t sure. Somehow I had displeased her while pleasuring young Albert during the evening’s lesson. Now I stood patiently awaiting her, standing beside her desk and looking at my image. To my right was a large bed as this was Madame’s bedroom as well as her office. The bed had heavy wooden head and foot-boards with pineapple-shaped knobs at each corner. At the foot of the bed was a strange, waist high stool. It was in the form of an elephant standing on four sturdy legs. Its trunk and two curved tusks pressed against the bed and it had a broad, padded leather back.
I turned my gaze to Madame’s desk. It bore just four items, two of which were framed photographs. One showed two ladies whom I recognised in the dim light as being Madame Thackeray herself and Madame Hulot, her companion and assistant. They were dressed in light blouses and dark
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