Alice realised she was laid open for all to see in the company of now two men, the second of whom walked over to the edge of the bed and into the firelight, it was Master Thomas. Visually he was definitely Sir Robert's son, the same strong eyes and large hands, but unlike his father's, his were not weathered by time. His skin was smooth, his eyes pure white with a deep chestnut centre and his hair short and dark. He reached out a hand to Alice but - a little to her frustration - he did not touch her where she wanted, instead he took her hand in his and aided her to her feet.
"Let's get rid of that old rag she's wearing and see her properly," said the elder of the two men from his new vantage point.
Alice was a little hurt by this. It might not have been much by their standards, but she had saved for weeks for this dress, and it was by far the nicest thing she owned. However, she was too worked up to stop and walk out now. She undid the dainty buttons down the front and let it fall to the floor. Now she stood naked in this grand bedroom, with two men, one just as young compared to her own age as the other was old. She could feel them looking at her.
"Go on then, don't wait all night," said Sir Robert, "I've even warmed her up for you."
Without saying anything Thomas moved around behind her and reached around to her belly. He slid his hands gently up to her breasts and grasped two handfuls of flesh. As he supported them with the palms of his hands, his thumb and forefinger pulled at her nipples, a little rougher than his father had done, but that was fine; at this point Alice wanted rougher. She leaned her head back until it rested on his shoulder and let out a long moan as he forcefully played with her breasts. The tugging on her nipples was almost painful at times, and from his seat right in front of her Sir Robert must have seen this.
"Gently Thomas, gently. Tease them, don't yank at them," he said. "And it's about time you got your hand between her legs. She's actually rather good," he added.
Both hands slipped down to the top of her thighs. As Alice was already stood with her legs slightly apart they easily slid into the gap at the top of her legs and cupped her thighs, there they gripped her legs and pulled her bottom back into him. This time she couldn't feel the tell tale bulge pressing against her, but the feeling of being pinned against this young man while being watched by another sent a tingle racing through her.
Still with her head laid back she felt his hands move towards her vulva. First they rested on the outside and the tips of his fingers massaged her outer lips, but then they were parted and she felt the cool air of the room on her entrance. Two fingers were unceremoniously pushed into her which made Alice jump, but very quickly they were as wet as Sir Roberts cock and smoothly but vigorously started to thrust in and out. This was what she needed, and steadily the heat started to radiate through her. With every powerful thrust of his fingers the tension built and grew within her.
"Don't forget her clitoris, Thomas, " said Sir Robert, who was still watching everything from his chair in front of the fire. He stared intently at her naked body, only partly obscured by his son's hands working hard between her opening.
Thomas carried on the thrusting with one hand and started to stroke her clitoris with two fingers from the other. He stroked her with one finger after the other, as if trying to walk along what was now a very slippery road to her aching entrance. Faster and faster he stroked, stronger and stronger he thrust and Alice groaned, quietly to start with but then louder and louder. She cried out as the knot inside her, deep inside her, coiled tighter and tighter until she was once again only supported by the hands around inside her cunt. Her body twitched and bucked as the release of her orgasm tore through her, but Thomas didn't stop. Alice grabbed onto his hands and he finally understood and stopped.
Alice stood there panting to get her breath back, his hands still on her, her hands covering his. She could feel the warmth from between her legs even through his tight grip, she looked down towards the floor and saw how her nipples were red from the pulling, and standing out firmly from her breasts. They stood there silent, but for the heavy breaths until she could stand fully under her own effort.
"Not bad, Thomas. Maybe a little heavy handed," said Sir Robert, "Although this one seems to like that."
This would have angered Alice earlier, but now she was too wound up to care. What she really wanted now was someone, anyone to take her, fill her and fuck her. She turned around to face Thomas and looked directly into his bright eyes, and to her surprise she could now see how lost he looked, how awkwardly his gaze darted around the room to avoid hers. She smiled warmly at him until gradually his eyes stopped moving and came to rest, returning her gaze he risked a small smile, then a larger one. Alice felt another tingle rush through her, and her smile turned from warm to wicked. Not losing eye contact for even a second she reached down and undid the buttons on his breeches, one by one popping them free, then slowly she lowered herself to her knees pushing his clothing down as she went, until she was now staring directly at his exposed cock.
