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THE STATE BALL

Part I

Jocelyn was bored and restless. She had agreed to dance with Brodie because he had been there and now, as she danced with him, she wondered what the rest of the tedious evening would be like. Rarely did she even come to the city for the state balls her husband held every several months, because he never paid any attention to her and her regular lover was busy doing his job.

Brodie was taller than her, wide shouldered, big for a Dirandan, almost chunky, but he seemed to carry the additional weight well. He was about her age and not unattractive by any means, if you liked them nearly savage. He had large dark eyes and dark brown hair, pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, like all noblemen. He was smiling rather lasciviously at her.

"Jocelyn?"

"Hm. What?"

"I said, I like your gown. Didn't you hear me?"

She blinked and smiled. "No, I'm sorry, I didn't."

"Bored?"

She shook her head, not noticing the way his eyes dropped to her chest when she did. "Of course not."

He chuckled, enjoying the view. Her aquamarine gown was of a thin, shimmery fabric that clung to every curve of her body, with an off-the-shoulder neckline that rode low across her voluptuous breasts. How the Director could ignore her was beyond him. He had been very interested in Jocelyn from the first time he'd met her, some years ago. He'd never had the opportunity to spend much time alone with her, something he planned to remedy tonight.

"I think you are," he said thoughtfully. "So am I. What say we find a nice quiet place and chat or something for a while?"

Jocelyn looked at him for a moment. He was glancing down at her breasts every few seconds and far from irritating her, it was exciting her. "Or something." she said quietly. She was enjoying his attention. The evening was beginning to promise not to be so boring after all.

Philo Brodie smiled at her and walked her off the dance floor, quickly guiding her into the wide hallway that connected it with the banquet hall. Several corridors lead off from it and he directed her into the longest one, to a door at the very end.

They stepped inside.

"The Blue room," Brodie said. "Do you like it?"

Jocelyn nodded, realizing Brodie knew these areas very well. "You have assignations often, Margrave?"

He smiled. "Often enough." He cupped the side of her breast as he continued to lead her into the room, slowly beginning to massage it as he did.

Jocelyn gasped softly, pushing his hand away. Suddenly she wasn't so sure she wanted to let this man have his way with her.

"Don't worry, Jocelyn," he said easily, touching her again, massaging her full breast with the whole of his hand. Putting his other arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, easing her down onto a large, soft, dark blue sofa covered in velvet. He licked his lips and lowered them to her cleavage, kissing her. She moaned softly, squirming. She was nervous. She didn't know Brodie very well but was beginning to believe the rumors she had heard about him.

"I don't think this was such a good idea," she said, gasping as he nuzzled her skin. He moved a little more, on top of her, so he was pinning her down on the sofa. He put one leg between hers, pushing her down onto her back, tugging at the neckline of her gown, rubbing his thigh up against her. She squirmed, protesting.

"Shh," he murmured against the swell of her breast, "No one will find out. I'm good. I promise you. And I want to see your tits, Jocelyn. Your big tits have been teasing me ever since I met you, now I want to play with them for myself." He chuckled as she squirmed in protest and his tugging made one of her large breasts pop free. His eyes widened in lust and he began sucking her nipple, kneading her breast with one large hand as he yanked at the top of the gown, nearly tearing it in his urgency to uncover her remaining breast.

Jocelyn groaned, his sucking doing things to her body she didn't want him to.

She wanted to go, pretend she had never entertained the idea of fucking him.

Brodie was a letch, everyone knew it. He'd fucked more of the court women than any of the other members of her husband's inner council. Rumor had it that he'd even had her husband's niece and continued to do her on a regular basis. He didn't care if a woman was married or royal or somebody's niece or not. He was sucking her very hard now, she was squirming and moaning loudly as he pushed his thigh against her pussy, making her wetter than she cared to be. She protested again, pushing at his head. He finally freed her other breast and he pulled his head back to take her in. He grinned, chuckling, wickedly, she thought.

"Damn, Jocelyn, those are some fine tits you have. I'm sorry I waited so long to get a shot at them."

She groaned softly. "Philo, I really don't think this was a good idea … if my husband comes looking for me-"

"Don't worry about it. He won't. He's far too busy with that young new wife of his. He's not going to come looking for you, no matter how stupid neglecting you obviously is." He ran a hand over her breasts, teasing their nipples, hardening them as he did so. He chuckled again. "You need to be fucked, that's clear."

Jocelyn lay beneath him, trembling. He was right, she wanted badly to be fucked and he was turning her on something fierce. She just wasn't sure she wanted to be another notch in his scabbard. His enjoyment of her tits was enough to make her come on the spot, since she loved it when her breasts were played with and she loved showing them off. But Brodie scared her a little. He was fondling her again, teasing her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, getting them to stand up.

"You like this. Admit it."

She moaned softly. "Yes … but please stop it…"

He grinned and rubbed a hand against her pussy. He laughed. "You're so wet, your dress is soaked, Jocelyn. Tell me you don't want me to suck your tits and fuck you hard and I won't. I promise. But your body seems to indicate otherwise."

He continued to rub her pussy through the fabric. Jocelyn moaned and wriggled beneath him. "I like the way your tits bounce when you squirm, Jocelyn." he purred, leaning down to suckle one. "Why don't you come for me, right now."

Jocelyn gasped, shuddering. Her back arched and she cried out as his words and caresses and sucking made her do exactly what he asked. Waves of pleasure crashed over her body and she screamed, gasped and shuddered as he quickly moved to hike up her skirt, pull aside her panties and plunge his hand into her hot, wet pussy, pumping her as she continued to come, chuckling softly.

"There we go," he murmured, watching her, "That's it."

Jocelyn groaned as the shudders subsided, slumping back into the cushions of the sofa. He leaned down and kissed her breasts, then began to pull the gown completely off her. "No…" she said weakly, "Don't … we shouldn't do any more…"

He tossed the gown aside and kicked off his boots and shucked his pants, straddling her on the sofa. "Nonsense." He kissed her deeply, squeezing and kneading her breasts. "You loved that." He sat back and looked at her, a half-smile on his face. "Admit it."

She looked at him as he discarded his jacket and tunic. He was smooth, large, not really muscular but his bulk was well distributed around his massive frame.

She involuntarily licked her lips as her gaze slid downward. His cock was about average length but extremely thick and hard. It oozed a clear liquid and he leaned forward, sliding between her legs, rubbing his cock against her pussy. She shuddered again and moaned, consumed by a powerful desire to have that thick cock filling her, slamming into her.

"Like it?" he muttered in her ear as he leaned over her, "Want it in you?"

"Yes…" Jocelyn whispered, "Like you wouldn't believe."

He chuckled again. "Well now, there we go. I knew you'd come around, so to speak." He nuzzled her neck. "I figured once you saw what I had for you, you couldn't say no."

Jocelyn groaned as he pushed against the entrance to her body, stretching her, sliding against her clit, rubbing it, sending tingles through her already tense and over-sensitive body.

He moaned softly too, pulling back, away from her. "I-I can't." he managed,

"Not yet. You'll make me come if you keep moaning and squirming."

She looked at him. "Philo…" she breathed, "You've got me aching now … you're the tease…"

He chuckled. "As pleased as I am to hear that coming from your mouth, little peasant, I'm not ready to be finished with you yet. We have time and I plan to thoroughly use your body tonight, until we're both satisfied and you'll be begging me to fuck you again, any time we're together."

Jocelyn moaned. "I'm not a peasant. Not anymore."

He slid down to his knees and moved between her legs. "You'll always be a peasant, Jocelyn dear. But don't think I hold that against you. Peasant stock, in your case, is a good thing." He grinned. "You should know, your tits are legend in the court."

Jocelyn blushed.

"You think Asher and Lucian don't talk? And your lovers from the Cliffside house?" He chuckled again, gazing at the rosy dark flesh of her pussy, licking his lips and probing with his fingers, to a renewed groan of pleasure from Jocelyn. He licked her and she cried out. "There are many men in the court and some women too, who would love to sit where I am right now."

He grinned and lowered his mouth to her pussy, beginning to lick the warm, wet, engorged flesh, then to suck it, as Jocelyn squirmed and writhed in pleasure.

He slurped at her, plunging his tongue into the dark, hot, pulsing recesses of her body, playing with her clit, her lips, sliding up to plunge in and out of her ass. He enjoyed the sounds she made, the fresh hot female juices that continued to flow out of her, the squirming of her body.

Jocelyn was squeezing her own tits, pulling on her nipples as Philo ate her out, thrusting against his tongue, quite happy with herself, having decided that this was much better than being bored at that stupid ball and that she really didn't care if Asher found out or not. She didn't think he'd mind really, especially if he was talking about her tits to the members of his inner council. Maybe he wouldn't care if she fucked every one of his friends. Maybe she actually would. It certainly would be a lot more fun.

She shuddered as she began to orgasm again, bolts of electricity shooting through her body from her pussy and radiating to the tips of her fingers and toes.

She screamed, shouting, "I'm coming again, oh yes, yes! Suck me hard! Yes!"

Brodie laughed and continued to suck and nibble her, swirling his tongue in the fresh hot come that came rushing out of her, swallowing and sucking again. He loved burying his face in pussy, sucking and tongue-fucking women, bringing them to orgasm as many times as he could. Jocelyn was very good at coming easily too. He tweaked her clit as he raised his head and was rewarded with a renewed shuddering climax which had her screaming his name in a frenzy of ecstasy, her large tits quivering enticingly as she came.

"Fuck me now," Jocelyn moaned in a hoarse voice as he rose above her. "I'm so hot, I'm aching to have that big cock in me…"

He grinned. "Not yet…" He sat down next to her and pulled her up into his arms. "You can have my cock but in your pretty little mouth, first."

They kissed again, deeply, groping each other, then Jocelyn slid down between his legs.

"Oh…" she murmured, "That's good." She leaned over him and licked the clear wetness off the head of his cock. "I like giving head."

He chuckled, watching her. "So I've heard. Show me how good you are at it."

Jocelyn groaned softly, running her hands over his cock. It was nice and hard and a deep reddish color. His smooth skin felt like silk as she caressed him, drawing her hand up and down, cupping his balls, also smooth. "Mmmm," she breathed, running her tongue over the smooth skin around his balls, then sucking one into her mouth to the groan of amazement and pleasure from him. She sucked him a little, then the other, then moved her lips slowly up his shaft, to engulf him and slide him down her throat. He groaned louder, starting to work his hips, as she slid up and down, sucking him hard, moaning as he began to thrust against her, harder. His fingers twined in her hair and he started fucking her mouth as she sucked him.

She moaned loudly, slurping his hard, wide cock as he slid back and forth inside her mouth, grunting with the effort. He realized he was about to come and yanked out of her mouth with a jerk.

"I need to fuck you," he growled, pulling her up.

She panted, nodding, as he pushed her against the back of a chair and shoved himself deep into her pussy. She screamed, thrusting against him as he began to pound into her, grunting and growling as she screamed and writhed, coming suddenly, then in waves, each time she did, her body squeezed his thrusting cock, which only served to make him come harder and more powerfully. He shot everything inside her, slamming into Jocelyn until he was quite finished.

Jocelyn slumped over the back of the chair, weakened and shivering from the force of the fucking and the climaxes she'd had.

Brodie grunted, pulled out and, grabbing Jocelyn, dropped onto the couch, bringing her with him. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her deeply, fondling her breasts, pushing her back into the sofa, covering her with his body, kissing her.

His cock stirred a bit as he slid between her legs and slipped back inside her as she gasped.

He chuckled, whispering, "I guess he likes it too much in there."

Jocelyn moaned softly and he began kissing her again. She could feel his cock slowly hardening inside her and she squirmed a little.

"Damn, Jocelyn," Philo breathed. "Not many women can get me hard again this quick. And I'm pretty good at it. I'm of a mind to fuck you again."

Jocelyn didn't have much to say, she only moaned as he began to thrust against her, grunting softly, his chest rubbing against her breasts, his tongue plunging in and out of her mouth, making her breathing come quickly again as she felt him get harder and harder with each stroke. This time he took his time, fucked her slow but hard, driving her near to the edge of insanity with the slow but steady rhythm of his pumping and slow swelling that filled her. She was squirming under him, groaning as equally slow and filling waves began to flow through her body, searing already frayed nerves, forcing her to thrust against him, pushing him deeper into her. She came several times before he did, in a hard, shuddering gush that filled her to leaking with his come.

She groaned softly. He didn't move to pull out of her, just lay atop her, smiling lazily at her.

"You're a damn good fuck," he murmured, kissing her breast. "Damn good."

Jocelyn sighed, smiling back at him. "So are you. Worth the risk, I think."

He chuckled. "I said you'd want more."

She giggled softly. "I do. So, are you going to boast about me?"

"Perhaps. But only to the right people."

"Good. I like to know someone still appreciates me."

He laughed. "If you'd like to know everyone who does, or would like to, I can introduce you, you know."

She considered that. "Can we get away with it, do you think?"

"Sure. I know some noblemen who are dying to fuck you, Jocelyn. Want to see how many you can take on at once?"

She blinked. "Ooh. Is that safe?"

"It will be." He kissed her breast again. "I'll do anything for a chance at these again."

She giggled. "I love it when you kiss and suck my tits."

He smiled. "Yeah, I know." He sucked a nipple, grinning as she groaned and squirmed. "I can make you come again, but I can't fuck you right away, I'm afraid."

Jocelyn groaned as he kissed and sucked both her breasts. "Maybe we shouldn't

… oh yes … do anymore … right now … oh yes, suck my tits… Suck me! Hard!"

He suckled and nibbled her nipples, kneading her breasts, squeezing them hard as Jocelyn growled and writhed beneath him. She came quickly and he smiled, watching her.

"Oh yeah," he whispered.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling sweetly. "That was nice.

Introduce me to your friends. I'll fuck them all if they want."

He laughed. "What, now?"

She blinked. "I don't know. Maybe." She thought a moment. Why the hell not? What else was she going to do tonight? Her husband wasn't looking for her, and what would he care? As long as he didn't find out, it didn't matter. Even if he did, she didn't care. She smiled. "Yeah. Sure. If there's anybody left at the ball."

He grinned. "We'll find someone." He grabbed his clothes and began to dress.

She got up and found her gown, looking at the front, where it had gotten wet. She tilted her head and muttered something under her breath. The spot vanished, the wrinkles fell out of the fabric and it looked as though it had never been crushed in Philo's hasty removal. She slipped it back on as he watched.

"It's a shame to cover such a work of art as your body," he commented,

"Especially those gorgeous tits."

She giggled. "Well, I can't go out naked, can I?"

"I don't have a problem with that."

"Of course you don't."

She smiled, adjusting the collar of her gown to fall dangerously close to the tips of her nipples, revealing an expanse of cleavage that was lower than before. "I want to be enticing."

He grinned, eyes fixed on her chest. "That will definitely entice, pet."

She stepped up to him and he cupped her breasts in each hand, rubbing her nipples until they peeked out of the top of her neckline. She moaned softly, covering herself. "If we do this, we'll never get out of here again."

He chuckled. "Okay. Let's see who we can find to satisfy your lust."

Jocelyn giggled, knowing he loved to watch her breasts jiggle, and walked out in front of him.