One Night Lie This

It's a first try at erotica and fantasy noir. Be kind, but be true. Have fun.

All people are over the age of 18.

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With a shudder I awoke and rolled myself out of bed. I knew it was a bad idea to drink before going to bed. The liquor had passed right through me and wanted out badly. Moving across my room, the cold air nipped at my skin, causing me to hold myself as I ran quickly and quietly into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet seat, head in hands, elbows on knees, I couldn't help but think about what had led me to drink this evening. But first I think we have to go further back than that.

My name is Eleanor Somerset, and I am the bodyguard to the noble Redding family of four. His High Lordship Benjamin Redding had hired me after I had proven myself on the battlefield with his brother William. I had saved Williams life more than once, and been given a pardon from continuous military service, taking the bodyguard job instead. I was to be Williams bodyguard when he left the battlefield but he never did. His ship had been targeted by pirates, and he and the rest of the crew were lost at sea. When his brother died, Benjamin took me on, and introduced me to his family, his wife Sally, daughter Lillian, and son Oliver.

Earlier I had been given the duty to be guardian of his lordship, Oliver which was odd seeing as the spoilt brat was in his twenties, and had proven himself to be a master at combat. Participating in multiple duels, tournaments, and fending off the odd assassination attempt. Nevertheless, his father had given me a order, and I had to follow.

Sitting in the back of the covered horse drawn carriage, I looked out to the darkening streets. With his lordship staring at me, I knew tonight was far from over. We had just come from a Hawarden party, and although the young master was clearly drunk, his fist bagged to order the driver as he called out,

"I want some totty."

I knew this routine, Davis, the driver was now scanning the streets for a possible easy women. Pulling over, he had found a target and opening the door to the carriage he gave the young women orders to enter.

With a smile he patted the soft cushioning next to him, the lady took his hand when he offered it and was dragged into the carriage. Moving to sit next to his lordship, the buxom woman was barely contained in her corset, as she grinned at us both.

With one hand stroking her hair, Oliver's mouth waxed lyrical about her beauty, and his other hand pulled open his trousers. As his flaccid cock touched the air, I looked away, I knew what was going to happen, seeing it time and time before.

He moved her head down to his cock, and she suckled willingly on it. It plopped out of her lips as she tried to get it hard, and the frustration caused him to kick me. He had to be watched, it was the only way he could get off, and I knew I had to look. Pulling back the curtain of red hair blocking my view, he grinned wickedly as my eyes were locked on the sight of his hardening rod began to fill her whore mouth. As her lipstick rubbed off on his flesh, I then realised his mood had changed, I had watched too long and he was about to cum. With his hand forcing her head down hard on his cock, he grunted and thrust his meat deeper into her mouth with every orgasmic splash of juice. He then let her up and watched as she coughed and spluttered cum and phlegm onto the floor of the carriage. Soon though her coughing became laughter, as she looked at his lordship with smeared lipstick, running makeup, and a wild look in her eyes.

Swiftly she jumped up, lifted her skirt and squirmed her way to having his sloppy still hard cock into her wanting snatch. Grinding herself on his lap, she bent down and rubbed the inside of my thighs, but grabbing her chin, I looked into her eyes as I told her,

"You do not want what I have."

With Oliver thrusting away, his hands on her hips bouncing her on his cock. His lordship reached up and under her, tearing open her corset, causing her tits to flop freely. Slapping them around with one hand, his other pulled back on her crimson locks, and I watched her eyes roll back into her head, as she convulsed and squealed with an orgasm. It was just in time, as the carriage pulled up in front of the Redding Manor, and Oliver pushed the young woman from his lap and got out of the carriage. Doing up his trousers, his lordship walked away with only one order called to me,

"Clean up that mess."

"yes, milord, " I replied, and looked at the poor broken women on the floor of the carriage.

I had seen it all before, Oliver had a power, he could make people bend to his will. She may have been a professional lover when they had picked her up, but now he was done with her, she was just another down-and-out prostitute.

I felt sorry for her, like I had for all the others that came before her. Therefore, I treated her like all the others, taking her limp body in my arms, holding her horizontally, I climbed from the carriage. My room lay in the servant house to the back of the manor, a small apartment for the main servants. We made our way there, and as she slowly came around the weeping began as she realised what had happened.

Moving to my room, which might as well have been a shed connected to the house, I kicked open my never locked door and walked her to my bed. The only light came from a streetlight just outside the manors walls and had a direct path through my curtain-less windows to my whole room.

Sitting on the bed next to her, she stopped weeping and looked at me with a confused look on her face. I had seen that look before and although I had many answers, none of them were worthy of a possible decent reply to what had happened to her. Then she asked me a question,

"Has he ever tried to do that to you."

"Yes," I replied with full honesty, "but he stopped."

"Why?"

Her question was a door to a world I was willing to open for her, like I had done with all the others. Lightly holding her hand I leaned over her and moved her hand over my body. Her fingers brushed against my breasts, I felt her thumb find and rub my nipple. Moving my mouth to hers I knew she would think I was a lesbian, but there was more. Dragging her hand down my stomach, I needed her to find out what I was. Pushing her hand down to my crotch her hand formed to try and rub a vagina that was not found. As we still kissed, lips locked, and nostrils breathing heavy, her eyes widened and she grabbed onto my manhood. Backing away, her lips parted slightly as she asked, in a soft tone,

"What are you?"

A question I had only one answer to, standing up. I left her on the bed, moving to the door, I pulled a chair from beside it and put it under the handle stopping it from opening. Then turning back around I began to undress, my pinstripe suit came off to reveal my tits held in a black bra, and my penis covered by a pair of white boxers. The young prostitute raised herself on her elbows, and wiggled her finger, calling me to her. Slowly I made my way to her, the look of wonder on her face had replaced the sadness. The light from outside shone on my pale pink skin, as she moved to sitting on the edge of my bed. Then when I was within arm's reach she reached out and swiftly pulled down my boxer shorts. I think she expected to see a fake one hanging down before her face, but no, I was born with mine, and the breasts too. Touching it as if it was the first she had ever seen, I went about removing my bra, and revealed to her that my C-cup boobs were just as real.

When I was born I was just like all the other boys, but when I hit puberty, I began to grow globes on my chest, and not hair. My parents did not care, but for me to have an easier life we tried to hide my female features, until I had developed enough to portray a woman fully. However, when the war broke out I was still legally a man and had to serve my country.

Lying in bed with Victoria, the prostitute who Oliver had only a while ago had brainwashed to suck his cock and ride it until he had enough. We explored each other's bodies, like fumbling virgins, we had no interest in rushing and I had an idea that I would latter regret.

Getting from the comfort of the bed, I moved to my dinner table the small round table with the lone chair, and picked up the bottle of whiskey. It was there for the times I felt like drinking with my meal, and now I wanted to use it to help this poor confused young woman. She had told me that she was 30, but I had my doubts. From her form, face, and voice, she seemed to be in her late teens, early twenties.

Bringing the bottle to bed, Victoria snatched it from me, and began to drink it like a fish. Stopping her before she had too much, I drank some myself, and felt her become frisky. Her hands cupped my breasts, as her mouth kissed its way down to my cock. Growing with erotic attention, it was definitely a grower and not a shower. A couple of inches soft, when hardened by the right person I had seen it evolve into a monster, filling up a pint glass with its length and girth.

It just so happened that she was the right kind of person, as it grew, she was shocked as she no longer could fit it in her mouth, as it continued to grow. Rubbing and stroking it, her breathing became laboured, and looking down I saw her finger fucking herself. Legs spread wide, I had to help her, and in one swift motion, I dragged her up and onto myself. With her wetness above my face, I wrapped my arms around her one to hold her on top of me, the other fingered her from behind as my mouth sucked on her labia and clit. Her muffled moaning vibrated along my penis as she gyrated her pelvis on my face. I couldn't take anymore I had to cum inside her, and with a little roughness, I flipped her off me and crawled up her body. Nipping on her nipple, I gave her something else to think about as I prepared to penetrate her with animistic brute force.

Pulling on her pink mound topping, my hand reached down and rubbed the head of my cock along her opening. Letting her nipple from my teeth, my pelvis rammed hard into hers, enough to drive my manhood into her, hurt her, make her feel like a good thing can come from this. I continued to pull back and hammer my meat into her repeatedly, as her hands held tightly to the back of my neck, and our breasts, with their hard nipples rubbed against each other, setting off electric shocks as the points touched. Pushing off her I rested back on my knees, with my hands pushing her down on her hips, and fucked upwards into her vaginal opening. Hitting her special spot inside, my thumb reached over to her pussy and vigorously thumbed her clit

Seeing the look of ecstasy on her face, I let one of my legs fall to the floor and give myself some balance. I had to finish this before I passed out. Pulling her into my arms, she wrapped her hands around my neck, and bounced on my lap, sliding up and down my cock. Feeling her pussy clamp down as she stroked my hair, I knew she was close, and lying her back down, I pulled her leg up to my shoulder. Driving deeper into her, I had to come, i wanted to fill her with my seed. And so I did. As Victoria screamed with a shriek that seemed like a murder victims last breath, she then collapsed, limp and lifeless on my bed. My juice slowly oozed from her, it had been so long since I came, and now it was worth the wait. Falling asleep next to her, I was exhausted and happy, but I wondered what had made me happy. Was it her, the sex, or perhaps it was the fact that I had one up on his lordship, Oliver.

Getting up from the toilet, I walked into my room from the bathroom, to see Victoria up and getting dressed. It seemed as if she had to be off, and quickly. Naked I stood in the center of the room and asked her,

"Are you going somewhere?"

"I've got to go. Being with you don't feed my family and pay rent," Victoria replied, as she looked anywhere but into my eyes.

This was normal, the shame, the awkwardness that came from being with me. They can't handle the fact that I am neither man nor women. I don't care, others have accepted me, just never the normal ones, the ones that I wanted to be with. I guess I will have to wait for my soul mate.

Tomorrow His High Lordship, Benjamin will give me an envelope full of cash. Some of it will babysitting Oliver and putting up with his ways, the rest is to cover the fact that I have given the prostitute another possible father to any children conceived this night. The Redding bloodline is clean, although it would upset them something fierce if they found out that my testicles cannot produce an offspring. There is nothing but a clear sticky liquid held in my balls, and out there in the world, the Redding family have many bastards.