“Yes…my lady,” he gritted out. There was a look of agonized pleasure on his face—it was clear he was enjoying this “teasing” as much as Lady Twa’linda—though apparently he wouldn’t be allowed to come.
“Well, now that you know how the entropy chair works, do be seated my dear,” Twa’linda said, pointing to Lucy’s chair as she lowered her own so that the guard’s shaft was deep inside her once more. “We must hurry for the cook has informed me that thefleur’igansoup should be ready by now. We don’t want to eat it a moment past its peak, do we?”
“Um, no. I guess not,” Lucy mumbled.
She turned to look up at T’zaren who was just standing there, waiting for orders. Was she really going to do this? Though she wracked her brain, she couldn’t see anyway around it.
“Um—have a seat, T’zaren and then fasten the seat straps for me,” she said, not knowing what else to do.
The big Monstrum seated himself obediently in the dip in the middle of the many metal wires and then brought the horizontal leather seat strap with the slit in its center across his lap. But then he paused.
“Forgive me, myDom’mesquebut which of my shafts do you wish to ride during dinner?” he asked, absolutely stone-faced. “My primary shaft or my secondary shaft?”
Lucy bit her lip even harder. His primary shaft was so long and thick—bigger even than the biggest toy in her private collection. She honestly wasn’t sure if she could take it or not. Plus, there were other things to think about.
“Look,” she murmured, leaning towards the big Monstrum. “I’m not on any birth control right now. The pill makes me crazy and I don’t trust IUDs so Mike—that’s my ex—and I, always just used condoms but—”
“If that’s what you’re concerned about, the warming cream from my secondary shaft can’t impregnate you—it contains no seed at all,” he interrupted her.
“Oh…okay, good.” Lucy nodded gratefully. His secondary shaft, which sat above his primary one, was much shorter and considerably less girthy. “That, uh, looks more manageable anyway,” she said, giving a nervous little laugh.
“It is not at full hardness yet,” T’zaren warned her. “Though you could just settle yourself with only the head inside you?” he added, raising his eyebrows.
“Oh, good idea!” Lucy nodded. This was still going to be outrageously awkward, but if she only had the head of his smaller cock inside her, it wouldn’t bequiteas awkward as having that monster of a primary shaft shoved all the way inside her to the root! Right?
She certainly hoped so, anyway.
T’zaren fixed the seating straps so that just the head of his secondary shaft stuck up through the slit in the black leather of the seat strap. Then he nodded at Lucy.
“There you are, my Lady—I’m ready for you.”
Thinking that this was going to be the weirdest business dinner ever, Lucy nodded back.
“Thank you, T’zaren,” she said, trying to sound professional despite the bizarre situation. “You’re a, uh, very good manservant.”
She reached back to pull up the train of her stretchy green gown, only to find that there was a slit in it, just as there was in the front. The seamstress must have put it there when she was in the back, trimming the hem! So the two sides of the dress opened naturally—allowing Lucy to expose her pussy, just as Lady Twa’linda had—so she could sit on T’zaren’s cock.
She gripped the metal frame arms of the entropy chair as she lowered herself down. At least she didn’t have to be afraid of squishing his other shaft, she thought, since it was tucked beneath the black leather seating straps. Still, it was incredibly strange and awkward to sit down and feel the broad, mushroom shaped head of his secondary shaft nudging between her pussy lips.
As soon as they made contact, she felt something warm and slippery sliding sensuously against her clit.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, looking down between her legs. “What—?”
“My warming pleasure liquid,” T’zaren growled softly.
“Oh, um…that’s really not necessary,” Lucy told him. Though to be honest, it felt kind of good.Betterthan good, actually—the warm, slippery pleasure cream was coating her inner folds and making her clit feelextremelysensitive.
“My body makes it automatically—I can’t stop it. Forgive me.” T’zaren’s deep voice sounded strained. “Unless you’d prefer to ride my primary shaft?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at her. “That one does not secrete any warming cream. Though itdoesmake seed to plant deep in a female’s belly.”
“Oh, er—no. No thank you,” Lucy said quickly. “The secondary shaft will be fine.”
“Dohurry up and put your manservant inside you, my dear,” Lady Twa’linda said from across the table. She was beginning to look rather impatient. “Thefleur’igansoup, you know!”
“Oh yes—yes, of course. Sorry,” Lucy apologized. She settled herself more fully on the straps and had the awkward sensation of the broad, mushroom shaped head of the big Monstrum’s cock sliding into the mouth of her pussy.
But it wasn’t just the head, she thought as she felt it slide inside her.Moreof T’zaren’s shaft was going inside her—he was almost halfway into her pussy now!
“Hang on,” she said, wiggling a bit. “Let me just…” She fumbled with the side of the chair. Now where were those controls at?