Prudence in the Big City

Prudence in the Big City

2 April 1911

New York City

I watched her place her carpetbag down next to a wooden cart on the train platform. I had been waiting for an hour to collect a shipment from “a friend” in Baltimore without a sign of my package. The girl I spied was taller than most and even in her country garb the outline of her large “virtues” shown through the simple fabric that covered her slim but sturdy frame.

The bulk of the guests and servants, assigned to pick them up, had met and wandered away by this time, leaving only a few still on the dock. Several young lads, no more than ten years of age, began to circle the young woman taunting her with threats and lewd questions.

“Oy!” I barked at the young roughs. “Leave her to me, ya ragamuffins.”

“What cha’ gonner do, grandpa? Make ‘er yer wife?” one called out to the amusement of the rest as they swarmed about her long skirt that she gathered in her fists in defense.

I hiked myself up to my full six feet two inches and pulled aside my coat so that my 45.70 “hog leg” pistol, that I had made in Albany, could flash in the afternoon sunlight. The biggest of the boys socked one of the others in the shoulder and made a mad dash towards the lower docks at the sight of the shiny metal. The rest followed their leader like rats into the darkness beneath the wooden planks.

The young woman blushed furiously but turned to face me in spite of her embarrassment.

“Sir, I surely thank ye. But I have not a thing to offer in thanks.” Her accent betrayed her country upbringing. Auburn hair pulled up in a bun set off her fair complexion and bright blue eyes. The delicate features of the young woman caught me unaware and my breath caught at her beauty. The wide-brimmed hat atop her head cast a shadow on her slightly upturned nose, dusted lightly with freckles. This young woman was obviously a girl from the farm, newly arrived to the big city, but her agent had yet to arrive.

A “copper badge” of the New York Pinkerton Force strolled towards us twirling his baton as he approached.

“Ay, now! What’s this all about?” The man barked in a thick brogue.

“Follow what I say,” I whispered to her. “Or there’ll be trouble.”

I turned to face the man in the tall rounded hat.

“Just a little tardy in catching up to my niece. ‘Tis nothing more.” The private policeman pushed out his lower lip, cocked his head and drank in the young girl’s outline. The sun shown through her simple fabric and the “copper” must have liked what he saw. A slow smile built up on his face.

“Me thinks this young lady should show evidence of her happenstance in New York City.” His smile turned cruel now. To any man who frequented these docks, like myself, his intentions were clear. He would take this young beauty below the platform and have his way with her before he took her to the station house to be booked on a vagrancy charge. Many newly arrived young women had been treated the same by the Pinkerton cops.

“Easy, Paddy. She’s my niece, that’s all.” I tried to soothe his raging libido.

His head snapped towards me at the “Paddy” comment. A suspicious eye burned into me and then shifted back to the terrified young woman. The cop made a grab at her elbow.

“She’ll prove it by me, first.” The young girl jerked her arm from his grasp and he snatched up his baton to strike her. I beat him to the punch and rapped him in the head with the pistol I had hidden beneath my coat. He fell to the ground in a heap.

“Come on!” I grabbed her bag and sprinted towards the corner. The young woman hesitated.

“You don’t wanna be here when he comes ’round…” I added breathlessly.

She trotted to catch up. I slipped around the corner and checked the man once again. He had yet to rise and I hurriedly steered the woman towards my apartment.

Once inside the stairway to my building I took the steps two at a time while my young female ward followed more slowly. With the door flung open I pointed inside and offered quietly, “Hurry.” She looked down the hallway towards the street once over her narrow shoulder and stepped through the threshold — the threshold into my room, the threshold of a man she did not know but soon would know intimately.

“Oh my!” she whispered breathlessly. “Oh my!”

I bolted the door and set her bag on the floor.

“Please, sit down while I get ya some cool water.”

“Oh my! I don’t understand what just happened but I think I owe you some kind of thanks, again, sir.” She was seated and fanning her flushed face with a handkerchief when I handed her a glass of water from my icebox. Seated on the divan, her back was ramrod straight and only a portion of her tender looking bottom perched on the edge of the purple fabric.

“Ay. The ‘cops’ will have their way with ya if ya don’t ‘ave somebody awaitin’ on the platform.”

“Sir!” Her head dipped so that her wide-brimmed hat covered her flushed face. It was obvious my comment had embarrassed this simple country girl.

“Sorry, miss. But ’tis a fact. They’re not a nice lot.” I added before I took the empty glass from her hands. The slender fingers that held the glass that did not betray signs of hard work.

“Was someone supposed to meet ya, here?”

She cleared her throat quietly before she spoke. “Yes, sir. My cousin. She has found me a working position at the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory where she is employed. I should go now to find her.” With that she rose quickly, her hands clasped together around her purse that she clutched to her waist. I felt the blood run out of my face. The poor girl had not heard.

“Oh, miss. I am, deeply sorry. But there was a fire there just two days ago. Many lives were lost and the…” My voice trailed off as she fell back onto the divan, a blank stare on her face.

“Oh my. It can’t be. I have this post…” She dug into her worn silk purse and pulled out a letter that she extended towards me. A trembling hand held a letter with scrawled writing across the front: Prudence Harris, Rural Post Hagerstown, Maryland. Inside was a happy little note about a position as a seamstress that had come open at the plant. It was signed: Kate Harris. I handed the letter back to the girl, sighed and closed my eyes for a second while I thought out my next words.

“Okay. I’ll go check to see where…” I hesitated, not knowing how to explain to the young woman that more girls died in the inferno than escaped alive.

“Wait here.” I finished.

She thrust out the letter, now crumpled in her tiny fist.

“Please…” she shook her head slightly as she stammered, “…her name is… Her name is on this. Please, take it to be sure.”

I nodded and started off. Passing through the doorway I remembered the cop I had thumped and looked over my shoulder towards the pretty woman seated on my divan staring into space.

“Bolt this door. I’ll knock twice, wait, then twice again.”

Slowly her head turned towards me. Large tears rolled down her creamy cheeks and I felt something inside my gut twist at her plight. She nodded once, rose and shuffled to the door. I hurried to the mid-town hospital to check the names of the deceased and survivors.

**

I stood frozen before the door to my own apartment dreading what I had to do. Amongst the list of dead was the name of the young woman’s cousin. This country girl who had traveled so far for a job that no longer existed, to stay with a cousin who had passed to the next world. My fist poised at the ready I wondered at this girl’s fate.

Knock knock. Pause. Knock knock.

I heard dainty shoes click-click on the floor of my apartment and the bolt unfasten. I took a deep breath. Her head was dipped low as if she already knew my answer. I stepped inside and locked the door against the outside world.

“Miss Harris, I’m… I’m so very sorry.” She nodded but did not speak. “Do you have money to stay in a boarding house until you can return home?” She fell onto my chest sobbing at my question. With trepidation I put my arms around her to comfort her.

“You don’t understand. I can’t go home,” she managed between sobs. “I am a sullied woman,” she bawled.

**

It took some time but I was able to calm her at last and she related her tale in depth. While riding bareback on the family plow horse she spurred it to a cantor and experienced a great thrill in her loins. After riding for several miles she felt her entire body shake and a “most peculiar pleasure” threatened to knock her from her mount. While recovering from her experience under a tree the local Vicar happened by and, he being young and handsome in her eyes, they made love under that tree.

The Vicar confessed his sin to his superiors and was sent to Africa as a missionary while poor Prudence was banished to New York City as punishment for “being lusty.”

“So, you see, I cannot return.” Leaning forward, close to me, I could feel the heat of her breasts on my arm, though they did not touch me. I swallowed with some difficulty.

“Well…” I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat to hide the stiffness in my trousers. “You have no one else here that you can depend on?”

“No, sir.” Her eyes pleading as she stared into mine.

“Money?”

“Only two silver dollars. Not enough to stay in a reputable house.”

I sighed. “So be it. You can stay here until you find a job and get yourself setup.”

She collapsed onto my arm pressing her face into the fabric of my coat.

“Thank you, sir,” she gushed.

“Please, call me Samuel… no, Sam will do.”

Popping upright on the divan she looked into my eyes and then slowly lowered her gaze before she spoke.

“I am, Prudence.” I caught her chin in my hand and pulled her face up so I might look at it more closely. When our eyes met her breath seemed to leave her body in a rush. Her face was an oval shape with a dainty chin and full round lips perched above. The few stray freckles made her creamy fair skin almost glow and with her face clasped in my palm she blushed fully making her look all the more beautiful. Her mouth parted slightly and her breathing became labored as she searched my eyes and I knew then she would be mine tonight.

Inching forward I pressed my lips to hers and felt her hot breath on my face. Panting slightly, she allowed my tongue to split her lips and enter her sweet mouth. I dabbed at her tongue briefly to coax it from her mouth and into mine. A trembling tongue cautiously slid between my lips. Then with a rush of breath she fell forward onto me, stabbing her tongue deep into my mouth searching, most likely, for that “most peculiar pleasure” she had found riding astride her horse.

She pulled her face away from mine momentarily

“Sam,” she whispered. “You have been most kind. I will abide by thy wishes.” When she finished I felt her weight push me back onto the divan, allowing me to measure the heft of her chest pressing into my ribs.

“You’ll abide by my every wish?” I cooed into her ear. The young woman answered earnestly.

“Sam, I have but little choice. You are the only option I know of. Please, don’t cast me out. I have paid for my sin a hundred times over. I only wish for a place to stay secure from danger and the weather.” Then she set her jaw, pointing it at my face as she did. “If you cannot bear to be with a woman such as…”

I put my index finger to her lips to quiet her voice.

“No, sweet Prudence. I find you most beautiful but I am older than thee by almost twice, I am sure.” Her hand wrapped around mine and she pulled my finger from her lips.

“That matter’s little in this world, dear Sam. I have been spoiled by my own lust and few men of any age would have such a coarse woman…”

“Stop it! You are truly a fine woman, I am sure. I have not seen all of you but I can…”

A change swept over her delicate features — nostrils flaring while her lips parted slightly. Rising slowly she stood only inches in front of me. Her breathing was labored while she peered down at me, intent on my every move.

“Let me show you what I am, as a woman.” She choked out the words between her ragged breaths.

A thumb and finger popped the first button at her throat and continued down the long line of buttons that held her dress tightly closed. With each button released so it seemed her ardor grew. I eased myself back into the fabric of my divan to take in her seductive display. A grin, I could not hide, grew, and I could no longer hide the tent my cock was making of my trousers. She glanced at the rising fabric quickly and turned away.

“How many men have seen you, Prudence?” I asked her this question because she seemed so at ease stripping off her clothing in front of a man she hardly knew.

“Before the vicar there was…” Prudence blurted out her answer but then she froze, unable to move at all, it seemed.

“What?”

Her hands trembled now and tears welled up in the corners of her blue eyes.

“Tell me, Prudence. What’s wrong?”

She burst into fits of sobbing and collapsed at my feet.

“Oh my! I am cursed with a passion, decent men can’t tolerate.” Now she bawled loudly, “And my father…”

“Did your father touch you?” I asked quietly.

“No! But what did he need with his new bride? When mother died I thought I’d be the woman of the house but he wouldn’t touch me and he married a girl even younger than I!” I patted the back of her head as she sobbed into my lap. Now I felt as though my cock would rip through my trousers. I pulled her face away from the buttons of my pants with regret.

“You can’t ever go back home, can you?”

She shook her head sadly and fell back to weeping.

For several more minutes she cried and at last she sniffled and looked up at me from her spot on the floor at my feet.

“I only wanted him to be happy.” I nodded. “Do I make you happy?” she whimpered.

“Yes,” I hissed softly gazing into her bloodshot blue eyes.

“I told my father I was ready to be a wife… his wife. But he married a woman much too young and sent me here to be a prisoner of this place.” This poor girl had such good intentions but they were mislaid. I gently kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair.

Prudence sniffed as her tears subsided and I felt her face burrow into my lap while her lips pressed against the underside of my cock encased in the thick fabric of my pants. Her fingers slid to the buttons that held my hard flesh prisoner and in a trice it was exposed to the cool air, standing proudly erect.

With wide eyes she surveyed my organ and queried softly, “Is yours bigger than most?”

It was and I nodded. “Yes it is. But I’ll be gentle with you.” A nod from her and she licked the underside of my flesh in a long careful maneuver. She smacked her lips and slipped the glans into her mouth and held it briefly. She was trying not to gag as she grew accustomed to having my erect cock in her mouth.

“Breathe through your nose, Prudence,” I whispered.

She moaned her assent which caused me to suck in a deep breath. With a slurp and a swallow she asked, “Was that right?”

“Yes. That was wonderful,” I gushed. “Where did you learn such an art?”

“The Vicar asked me to do this. He said he learnt it in seminary. But I choked rather badly. Since then I have practiced on many vegetables but yours is again as big as any carrot from our garden.”

A quick grin flashed across her face before she bobbed face first onto my turgid flesh once again sucking a good four inches quickly into her mouth. This dive caused her to gag but she swallowed and attacked it again this time slipping it deeper into her throat. Prudence only wanted me to be happy and the warmth of her wet mouth was happiness enough.

“Prudence, my sweet,” I begged as I pulled her willing mouth off my cock. “I want to see what charms you have hidden beneath your dress.”

She dropped her eyes to the manhood inches from her chin. “I hope it meets your fancy.” There was a certain sadness to her voice. A country girl has no need of beauty, though she certainly had that. Moving without wasted motion she stood before me. Her face contained a hint of mischief now as she picked at the remaining buttons holding her dress tight.

Prudence shrugged and her dress fell in a heap around her ankles. With deliberate slow actions she plucked at her remaining layers of clothing until she was able to shed her top dressings. The beauty of this simple girl lit the room and she slowly lowered her arms to her sides so I might better take in her form.

Now, I’m a man who has seen a good number of women unclad but Prudence was an equal to any I have viewed and some have been famous dance hall girls.

Well formed heavy breasts stood away from chest proudly. The nipples of this woman were a soft pink color and somewhat small in comparison to her ample bosoms. There was a smooth curve from the bottom crease —a delicate fold against her ribs — to the long straight expanse of pale skin that led upward. The soft outline of a couple of ribs and her collar bone framed her flesh above while two ribs shown below. She was not like the husky farm girls I have seen in the past, Prudence was tall but better defined than any women I’ve seen prior.

“’tis most beautiful,” I whispered. My comment fueled her ardor. Her lips parted and her breathing sped up. Never have I seen a woman who so desperately wanted approval.

Palms pressed flat against her ribs as she slipped her fingers beneath the layers of cloth that covered her hips. A easy graceful push and the layers of white cotton slid over her thighs to land atop her dress. She sucked in her bottom lip and was fairly panting now, standing before me uncovered to the breadth of her womanhood.

Her hips were still slim, not yet taking on the wider stance of an older woman, but the soft auburn fur between her legs could not hold back the sweet aroma of a real woman: a woman who begs to hold a man’s firmness inside her dewy folds. She stepped to the side, away from her piled clothing clad only in her knee-high white stockings — a tiny pink ribbon at the top to hold them tight above her calf — and her high-top buttoned shoes. Kicking up her foot behind her she reached towards the black buttons of her shoe.

“No, leave them on,” I whispered. She stood before me naked — except for her white stockings and black shoes — waiting for me to make a move.

“Take your hair down.”

Both arms went above her head to fumble with her hair combs revealing a long straight dimple along the center of her stomach that stopped right above her bellybutton, clearly defining the muscles that lay beneath her supple flesh. Below that, the soft swell of her belly curved gently towards the treasures of her womb. Shaking her head let loose the piles of thick locks that flowed over her bosoms in silky auburn rivulets.

“I stood before my father just like this.” There was a quiver her voice. “But still he sent me away…” I could not see her eyes through the shiny hair that spread out across her face and shoulders but I could hear deep sadness in that timid voice.

“I only wanted him to be happy,” she squeaked through her tears.

“Sh, now.” I stood and wrapped my arms around her slender body to pull her close. While standing, my suspenders slipped off my shoulders allowing my trousers to fall and my hard flesh pressed against her lean stomach while the damp tip of my organ pressed against the bottom of her heavy bosom. A delicate hand wrapped around my erection and I shivered at her touch.

“Oh my. I am so cursed with this lust…” she whimpered.

I pushed her away from me with my hands on her shoulders. At arm’s length I spoke in a somber tone to her.

“If you are cursed then you should be punished.”

“What punishment is left for me?”

I pointed to a straight back wooden chair. She turned, looked at it and then looked back at me, puzzled. After pulling up my pants by my suspenders I pointed again.

“Stand behind that chair and put your hands on the seat.” My voice was stern now and Prudence dropped her gaze to the floor before she walked softly, in spite of her shoes, to stand behind the chair. When she leaned over the back of the chair, she exposed her creamy white bum to my gaze and I walked into the washroom to get my razor strop from its hook.

Pacing the floor behind her I began my diatribe.

“So, you think just because you’re pretty and young that’s enough to be a wife?”

“No, father,” she whispered with a quiver in her voice.

I slapped the strop against my hand making a loud “slap.” Prudence jumped at the sound and now I saw her pale thighs tremble awaiting the sting of the broad leather. Between her round cheeks I saw the puffy lips of her woman flesh peeking out from the wispy forest of hair.

Every woman I have observed up close has had a unique look to their womanly organ. Some have wrinkly skin that hangs below their lips while others have thin lips that are almost non-existent. Colors of flesh range from light pink to dark brown. None have I seen that looked as tempting as this country girl’s flesh.

The lips that guarded her entrance were puffy and full, and the skin just inside was thin and a soft pink hue. The rosebud above her sex was also pink and stretched taut as she bent over the chair. Prudence presented me with a full view of her perfect treasure.

I tested her flesh by slipping a finger between her lips only to find my digit covered in slippery clear wetness: wetness from a woman of deep lust and desire. Prudence squeaked in surprise when my finger popped through the resistance of her lips to enter the slick passage that led to her womb.

“You are a woman cursed by lust,” I croaked.

“Yes, father,” she whined.

CLAP

Prudence danced slightly on her toes as I let the first blow land on her white round flesh but she maintained her grip on the seat of the chair.

“This lust cannot be driven from you but I can absolve you of it…”

CLAP

Prudence squealing deep in her throat while twisting her hips slightly at the second blow.

“Only I, know your secret desires, here.”

CLAP

Her knees almost buckled. Red outlines now began to take shape on her pale flesh where the cruel leather had stung her.

CLAP

A thin whine could now be heard coming from the woman’s pretty throat as I spanked her to rid her soul of the guilt she carried from her desires of the flesh.

CLAP

She bounced on her toes and twisted her bum before me but still clung to the chair with her small fists.

“Do you feel you have paid the price for your sins yet?”

“I…”

CLAP

“Yes!” She shouted and danced again hoping to avoid another crisp slap from the leather. “Yes, father! Yes, father! I’ll be good! Please, no more, father! Please…” She was on the verge of hysteria now.

“Then stand up and face me.”

She was panting and weeping and reeling on her feet. I peeled off my suspenders and my pants fell to the floor exposing my erect cock.

“You have paid for your lust. Now, you may take it.” With that I pushed on her shoulders gently and she fell to her knees anxious to suck my ready flesh inside her sweet mouth. She suckled on my cock like a starving baby would suckle at its mother’s teat. Still, she wept, moaned and clutched at her own body as she began to experience that “most peculiar pleasure” once again in her loins.

I watched her wrap one hand around my rigid flesh while she bobbed her head up and down my length. Obscene noises came from her throat as she sucked as much of me inside her mouth as she could. A building inside my balls caused me to push her forehead away from my belly.

“We have time to feel everything, so we’ll go slow.”

Prudence stared at the floor quietly while I spoke.

“Stand up, Prudence.”

With her hands clasped together, covering her small patch of auburn hair, she stood up, head still held low in a show of subservience.

“Your sins have been paid for,” I explained. Her body heaved in relief and she suddenly began to chatter rapidly.

“It’s this curious passion I feel here,” she pointed towards a spot between her bellybutton and the soft golden fur between her legs.

“Oh, I don’t know how to quench this fire in my belly.”

“Sit on the divan so I can inspect you more closely.”

She tip-toed to the purple divan, sat down quickly and spread her thighs wide apart. Prudence wanted me to look at her most secret parts in detail. Two fingers of her right hand held the puffy lips that guarded her entrance separated and now I could see the shiny slick skin inside her body clearly. As my face neared her sweet smelling cave her breathing became ragged again. When my breath hit her pink flesh she shuddered and grabbed my hair, twisting it in her grasp.

“Oh my. Can you see it from there?” she panted.

“See what, my Prudence?”

“What I cannot control.”

I leaned in and tapped my tongue on the spot where her skin folded deep inside her loins.

“Ish!” She sucked in a deep breath rapidly. “That’s it, father. I mean Sam,” she corrected.

“You may call me father if it pleases you.” Prudence smiled nervously at me as my tongue neared her prize again. I extended my tongue as far as I could manage, burying it inside her body. I had to place my hand atop her golden-haired mound to steady her quaking hips.

“Yes, father. That’s the place,” she hissed. I looked at her pretty face now and saw her squeeze her eyes shut and suck her lips inside her mouth as the pleasure shot through her womanhood and filled her belly.

“Jeez!” Her body arched as I began to hum softly, the nub of her pleasure between my lips. I eased my shoulders under the back of her knees and clasped my hands across her belly to keep my mouth on the tasty envelope of her puss. Sharp nails dug into my scalp almost to the point of drawing blood. Her face twisted in a gruesome mask of delight while she held her breath one moment and gasped for air the next.

“Oh my, father,” Prudence puffed. “That’s where the problem lies.”

“Mmm,” I hummed quietly to catch her attention.

Prudence loudly sucked in a breath of air when I moaned my assent.

“Father, help me,” she moaned aloud.

“Yes, Prudence,” I mumbled into her golden forest.

Her hips bucked against my chin, slamming hard into my face as I fought to keep my tongue embattled with that small knot of flesh that controlled her inner pleasure. She bounced her bottom several times hard against the divan while her pretty face twisted in her tortured frenzy. No sound came from her open mouth until that one moment of supreme ecstasy when a climatic shiver overcame her entire being.

No earthquake could match the shaking in her soul. I know: I sat through the ought-six San Francisco ‘quake and her’s was much greater.

“Oh my. Oh my. Oh my,” she whispered in between breaths. Her body gave one final shudder of delight before she wrapped her dainty palm under my chin and tugged my face upward.

“I must repay (gasp) your kindness, Samuel.”

I inched my lips up her slim body towards her face. I kissed the delicate folds along her heaving tummy and rested briefly between her full breasts. Prudence gasped and pressed her large mounds full against my cheeks until they almost consumed me. Now, I wanted to explore this girl’s nipples to see if she was one of those easily stimulated girls men talk about so often. She was.

First, I pulled my face away from her full mounds and I ran my palm across the upright nub of her nipple. It was about a half inch tall and the same shape as a cigarette butt. A shiver ran up her spine and the pink skin turned hard and wrinkled below. A hiss came from her pink lips as I tickled her hard flesh.

“Ish! Oh my, father. These pleasures of the flesh may be sinful but they are pleasures, indeed.” She moaned and clutched at my hand now as I roamed to cup the pendulous weight of her other breast. Heavy in my hand, it was almost hot enough to burn my fingers. The sleepy look in Prudence’s eyes and the tremble of her pale skin told me she was ready for my entrance.

I fell forward onto her, burying my tongue deep in her mouth. She responded by sucking my flesh deep into hers: sucking with an urgency. When my steely hard shaft ran into the entrance of her body I set my hips and struck into her body with one cruel stroke causing her to look towards the ceiling and cry out in pain and surprise. Before I was done she was crying out, only in delight.

“Oh my!” A quiver could be heard plainly in her voice now and I felt her silky flesh squeeze my raging cock. I was slamming my hips hard into hers. Again and again I wanted her to feel the passion of a man — a feral man who knew how to fuck — set loose between her silky thighs.

With each thrust a small moan slipped from her throat and this fueled my ardor. I peered between us and saw my cock disappear inside her body, sticky with her lust. Clutching at her hair I pulled her face forward so she might also see my cock completely enter her wide open body. She squeaked her approval and then twisted her head to bite my wrist, hard. I refused to let go in spite of her teeth digging into my skin.

Through her closed mouth I heard a climax come upon her. She was sucking my skin inside her when a squeal of delight rose from deep in her throat. Her movements no longer returned mine but instead a great convulsion rolled over her. With her eyes screwed shut and a pained look about her face she bucked uncontrollably for several moments until she, at last, began her slide down the other side of her climax and she let go of my wrist.

“Oh my!” she shouted at the ceiling. “Oh my!” Somehow I found the strength to slap my hips into hers even harder and she yelped at my newest assault on her tender puss. I stared between us and then realized sweet Prudence was watching with equal interest as my cock entered her body repeatedly. I could hold back no longer.

I stood quickly, pumping my cock in my fist. Prudence sighed as the pounding between her legs finally subsided but her fingers drifted towards the silky hair between her legs, lingering on the nubbin that made her so happy. Her eyes remained riveted on my angry red glans until a thick white stream of fluid shot out only to land on her beautiful creamy breasts. She giggled a tiny giggle and scooped up a sample, with a finger from the hand not entwined in her puss, and sucked off the hot juice while I bucked my hips in the air directly above her belly.

Prudence giggled again and sat forward so she could slip my still pulsing cock between her lips. She took a deep plunge down my rod and let out her breath as her lips reached the tip. With a quick smack of her lips she looked up into my eyes and smiled.

“Father, I’m so glad, I please you.” She leaned in and kissed my cock again causing me jump a little. Her hands clasped my hips now and she bobbed her head to chase my cock with her lips. Sucking hard she let my flesh slide along her sweet lips into her warm wet mouth one more time.

Inside, I sighed deeply. She could stay as long as she wanted.

**

The morning brought sunlight streaming through my window and a stiffness between my legs. Prudence lay next to me breathing quietly in her slumber. I tugged the sheet off her gently. The long even curve between her ribs and hips presented itself as a feast for my eyes. Softly she pulled a deep breath into her lungs before she rolled onto her back allowing me to gaze at her wondrous form.

Her breasts moved only slightly outwards over her ribs. They were strong and stood their ground against the pull of gravity. The tip of my finger traced a circle around the light colored halo that surrounded the pink nub of her nipple. A quick shiver came over Prudence and the halo wrinkled tightly lifting her nipple higher. A contented sigh slipped from her throat as I slipped the now hard nub of flesh into my mouth. I let my lips encircle the halo completely and set my tongue dancing across the top of its stiffness. A hiss followed my actions as she sucked in a deep breath and then arched her back to bring her flesh closer to my teasing tongue. Her other breast now beckoned sweetly and I was only too happy to answer the siren’s song.

This time I suckled at her breast hardily, sucking and gnawing gently with my lips pulled back over my teeth. Prudence answered my attention with another sharp intake of breath. I let my left hand roam to where my mouth had been moments before to massage the firm mound of her teat. It was much larger than my hand and kneading the flesh upward with the heel of my palm I could let her nipple glide over every line and crevice. Then I caught her nipple in the thin webbing between my thumb and palm where I could twist her hard flesh, briskly. Her hand caught my wrist and squeezed it tightly, holding my hand firm against her responsive nipple. My hand was her prisoner now, destined to torment her nub as long as she wished. I sucked harder on her other nipple in response.

“Ish…” She hissed as she twisted my hand away at last. “Oh my,” she panted. “Oh my.”

My knee had found a place between her thighs and I began to burrow towards her steamy puss. Her warmth and the humidity of her clung to my leg as she spread herself open slowly to my pressure. When my thigh nudged her auburn-haired mound her hips involuntarily rolled to meet my thrust. This innocent but lusty country girl knew more about lovemaking by instinct than most women who plied sex for trade could learn in a lifetime. I think Prudence simply loved the feeling of a man between her thighs.

When I pulled my knee away and rose up on the bed she gasped quietly.

Her eyes snapped open and she whispered, “Where are you going?”

“Right here.” I straddled her ribcage and pressed my stiff cock between her lovely breasts before I rubbed the clear sticky fluid from the tip of my cock down the pale crevice her chest laid open to me. With her chin resting on her collar bone she stared directly at my angry manhood approaching her face. After a quick glance at my eyes she opened her mouth wide to allow me entrance.

When the head of my cock passed into her mouth she tightened her lips around my shaft and I felt her flick her tongue against the underside of it. I burrowed deeper inside her until I reached the back of her throat and I watched her face as she fought the gag reflex. Pulling slowly back I heard her take in a deep breath. Now her eyes closed and her delicate hand wrapped around my cock as she applied a gentle suction.

I pulled myself out of her mouth completely to watch her reaction. Mouth open and eyes still closed, her hand tugged my hard cock back towards her warm wetness. I was more than happy to oblige. She sighed when I entered her mouth again and her free hand found its way to my belly as my balls rode comfortably between her firm breasts.

I spotted a single tear trickle from the corner of eye now and I pulled away regretfully. Prudence sniffed softly before she whined in thin voice, “Oh my, father. Where did I get this wicked sinful nature that has cursed me, so?”

It was time for another spanking.

I swung my leg over her chest and strode purposefully to the washroom to gather up my razor strop. Lying in the bed Prudence quietly whimpered at her plight: addicted to carnal delights but guilty of wicked sinfulness in her mind.

“Out of that bed, young lady,” I barked. With her head down and her bottom lip quivering she stood up next to the bed, her hands clasped in front of her sex.

“Over here.” I pointed to the floor in front of me with the strop. Large tears rolled down her cheeks now as she faced her punishment.

“Turn around,” I ordered. Slowly she turned her body until her back faced me. Her creamy ass cheeks begged for the sting of the strop. This was the only way Prudence could alleviate the guilt she carried from the strict religious upbringing most country girls knew. I pushed her forward gently and she fell to her knees beside the bed while her upper body sprawled across the mattress.

“Grab for the other side of the mattress,” I commanded. She raised up off her knees to move across the bedding but I corrected her.

“No! Stay on your knees. Just put your hands above your head.” Prudence complied while she sobbed into the bedding still warm from our night’s slumber.

CLAP

A squeal into the mattress came from deep in her throat and her delicate fists gathered up the sheets in her agony.

“I can cleanse you of these guilty feelings…”

CLAP

Her upper body convulsed against the bed.

“…but not your lusty nature…”

CLAP

Prudence kicked her feet against the carpet and twisted her bottom while the angry red streaks began to show on her white flesh.

“…it will take some time…”

CLAP

Prudence screamed into the mattress and one of her hands came free of the sheet wandering over her cheeks to protect her flesh from another blow.

“…and you’ll have to do as I say.”

CLAP

With this blow her entire back stretched taut and I could see the muscles beneath her skin as she thrashed wildly against the bed. Wide red lines were now standing up as clearly defined welts against the smoothness of her creamy flesh.

“Please, father! Please! I want to be good, for you! Please, father…” Prudence was sobbing wildly. “Please!” She crawled towards me on her hands and knees, begging for my approval.

“Sit on your heels,” I ordered.

Bawling openly, she did as I asked.

I stepped forward and let my raging hard cock bob just inches away from her lips. She stared at it as she panted and wept.

“Will you take this inside your body?” I croaked.

“Yes. Yes father. I will,” she rasped.

“Will you let me have you anyway I want?”

“Yes, yes, yes…” Her voice was barely above a whisper now.

“Sit on the edge of the bed.”

Prudence scrambled to the edge of the mattress and sat awaiting my next command. I knelt between her knees and edged forward until my body pressed against hers. After a gentle push she tumbled back onto the bedding. I picked up her legs and placed her ankles atop my shoulders so that her damp puss was open to my whims. With my palms on her cheeks I pulled the lips of her sex open with my thumbs and peered deep inside her pink folds. Moisture ran freely inside her. I took one rough plunge and buried my cock to its full length inside her wetness.

Her entire body jerked at my attack and one tiny fist pounded the mattress several times. Her eyes opened slowly to examine me, waiting to find out what would come next. I took her hand in mine and dropped it between her thighs to her matted auburn mound. Directing her fingers, I placed them atop her nubbin: that tiny little cock each woman possesses in their puss.

“Rub it,” I whispered. Prudence panted, her eyes wide at my suggestion.

“Oh my, father. I couldn’t.”

“Do it!” I snapped.

Her bottom lips quivered again as she began to make little circles around that nub.

“Faster!” I commanded.

Strumming at her flesh I saw her breathing pick up. That telltale sign pleased me. Some women do relieve themselves and some don’t. Prudence would because I told her to but she would enjoy it because she was a lusty woman. Prudence was the woman I had prayed to find beneath me begging for my sexual invasion.

“Keep doing that,” I growled as I pulled my flesh from her wet puss. Prudence only opened her eyes enough to see my face before she screwed them shut again lost in her solo pleasure.

The scene on my bed was beyond my dreams. A beautiful young woman with auburn hair and a body more shapely than I had ever beheld writhed on my mattress while her dainty fingers tugged at the puffy lips of her sweet puss bringing her ever closer to an orgasm brought on by her own powers. I stood over Prudence, stroking my cock, entranced by the myriad torturous masks of pleasure that played out on her pretty face. Her back arched high and she held her hips above the mattress giving me a glorious view of her sex. Twisting her body she fell back to the bed and even the springs moaned in ecstasy.

It was too exciting to ignore and I crawled between her splayed thighs and thrust myself deep inside her yielding damp folds once again. My hardness was greeted by spasms inside her body as a climax overtook her body. With her eyes clamped shut and her teeth bared she bucked her hips forward to accept my stiff offering and bounced her hips again and again while clutching at her mons in a fit of sexual frenzy.

“Oh my,” she gasped as her mind slowly returned to earth. “Oh my…” She was weeping softly now at the new heights she had visited in the throes of pleasure and her hands darted out to pull me on top of her still quaking supple form. Hard nipples dug into my chest and I found my own climax was near.

I slammed myself hard between Prudence’s open thighs banging the head of my cock into her womb. She gasped aloud and arched her back again, but this time to escape the attack of my angry flesh. Fingernails cut into the skin on my back as my thrusts became more urgent and I stared into the girl’s face and saw the unmistakable signs of yet another climax.

“Touch yourself,” I managed as I pulled myself from her depths and aimed my weapon at the soft swell of her belly. This time both her hands dove eagerly into her wispy fur, clawing at it to coax supreme joy from her body. Her moan, changing pitch several times, filled the room and my ears with the sounds of feminine delight bringing on my final release.

A white jet of seed shot forth to land near Prudence’s neck attracting her attention to my pulsing cock. Her eyes snapped open and she lifted her wavering hand to encircle my balls still pumping sticky spunk onto her smooth pale belly.

“Oh my,” she panted blinking back tears as she shuddered one final time.

“Now,” I gasped. “Taste your reward, sweet Prudence.”

The young beauty rose up on her elbows, to lift her head from the mattress, allowing her lips to encircle my dripping glans. A lovely sound came from her mouth when my softening flesh slid between her full lips to meet her tongue as it flicked along the opening at the tip of my organ. Her gentle suction and busy tongue teased the last drops of spunk from me and I collapsed onto the bed next to her where she nestled into the hollow of my shoulder, holding my exhausted manhood in her delicate hand. We slumbered peacefully together.

**

The sun was high in the sky when I roused myself. Prudence shifted, rolling onto her back so that her sweet body was open to me. The fiery hair of her mons, now matted from our sticky lust, glowed against the pale skin of her belly and thighs hiding the envelope of her puss that was so accommodating to my flesh. I needed to put her sex closer to my whims, ready for my attacks.

Prudence pulled in a slow long breath as she awoke fully and turned to see me standing beside the bed grinning at her. She blinked and smiled back but a look of confusion clouded her eyes. I walked purposefully into the washroom to return with a gleaming razor in my hand.

At the sight of the shiny steel clutched in my hand Prudence opened her eyes wide, swallowed hard and choked out with some fear in her voice, “What are you gonna do?”

I grinned. “I’m marking my territory.” With that I bent forward and caught a wisp of that auburn hair surrounding her silken puss, between my thumb and forefinger. A flick of my wrist cut free several strands of her pubic hair and I held them up to her gaze.

“Say ‘goodbye’ to your hair, Prudence. I want you smooth as the day you were born.”

Her eyes flashed and her entire body tensed.

“Oh my, I couldn’t.” There was a tremble of excitement in her whisper.

Calmly, I flashed the blade before her eyes.

“This will be my signature on your beautiful body. My sign of ownership. And you can’t say no to me, can you?”

The downward glance of demur and the gentle nod of her head told me all I needed to know. I pointed to the washroom.

“Wait for me, in there.” Mine was an order not a request.

“Yes, father,” she whispered before she climbed out the bed and padded, head down, into the washroom. I marveled at the muscles in her bottom as she moved: watching them tense smoothly as she walked away. There was a hard curved line that separated the top of her thigh from her tender backside — a backside so recently turned crimson under the crisp slap of my razor strop — and each step she took raised and lowered her creamy cheeks alternatively. I could have watched those muscles move all day long.

I warmed some water on the stove and brought the kettle into the washroom where my sweet Prudence stood waiting patiently for my arrival. Completely unclothed the girl was simply a marvel to behold. I sat on the commode while she stood in front of me, her white skin only inches from my grinning face.

I think her full rounded breasts were the features, most beautiful. The curve that started downward, from the folds against her ribs, was long and smooth before reversing direction to form an almost perfect arc that stretched up towards the outline of the ribs just below her collar bone. The pale flesh strained to hold the bounty of her, inside her skin. Each mound was as round, front to back, as to the sides and their size spread just past the lazy curve of her ribcage. The two tasty pink halos that sat atop her mounds placed themselves at her summit and were without a single bump or flaw, making slightly oval bullseyes around the wrinkled nipples which stood so readily to greet my advances.

But then as my gaze drifted along her narrow waist towards her accommodating hips I changed my mind: her belly and hips may have been the most pleasing feature of her carnal delights. The lines along her ribs changed abruptly flowing smoothly past her hips where they blended into her thighs without a break. Her bellybutton folded in on itself hiding from view some secret treasures.

Then again, the delicate slope of her bottom might have been the best of all. The rounded sweep of her cheeks — so creamy and ready for the sting of my strop — made single unbroken lines of an almost complete circle that started and ended near the small of her back where two lovely dimples waited to welcome the eye.

Her face was could also vie for the title of most lovely feature. Her eyes, deep blue and inviting, always appeared to peek out shyly from her downward turned face. A small upturned nose guided my eyes to the full lips outlining her narrow mouth. When she was intent on my words her dark lips parted slightly so that white even teeth reflected the light while her slim jaw line ended in a delicate chin.

As I whipped the soap in the shaving mug into a lather I decided the sweet puss of my young Prudence had to be the most delightful feature of her body. Massaging the foam into her reddish pubic hair I was able to stare directly into her prize. Full pouty lips stood guard at her entrance protecting thin flaps of pink skin that barely peeked out beyond her lips.

Minutes later, with her womanly charms fully exposed, her cock-hungry lips arched outward under my attentive hand thus allowing her tasty inner lips, held tightly in the grasp of her puss, to call out to my cock, once again ready to feel the passionate warmth found only inside a lusty young woman’s loins. I licked my lips and stood so that my turgid flesh danced just below her pale firm breasts, the damp tip of it painting a trail of excitement along her skin with every beat of my heart.

Her mouth hung open slightly, pulling in air to fuel her desire, as she stood before me without the hair that pointed the way to her womanly pleasures.

“Oh my. I feel like a little girl, father.” Breathless as she was I could see a full flush in her cheeks. My young Prudence wanted to have me wrapped in her puss again: to feel the pulse of my cock inside her, where she might hold me tight in her silky feminine grasp.

My middle finger burrowed between her thighs until I could find the nubbin of her sex that caused her such delight. When the tip of my finger flicked across the knot of flesh her knees shook and I had to pull her firm body hard against mine to keep her standing in my grasp.

“Gish!” Prudence hissed into my chest when I applied a steady stroke across her woman “cock flesh.” Falling into my weight her delicate white teeth bit into my arm and her lips held a portion of my skin captive while she puffed passionately through her sweet upturned little nose. After a moment she released my bruised flesh from her mouth and panted aloud.

“Oh my, father. I am cursed with a lusty nature.” The heat of her breath lingered on my chest before she bit into me once again.

“It’s no curse, my sweet Prudence.” I whispered into her soft auburn hair. “But you will pay for your sins.”

The dear girl began to cry softly, her bottom lip quivering.

“Yes, father. I’ll do as you wish,” she whimpered as she fell to her knees in front of me ready to do my bidding.

Gently, I slapped her face with my open palm.

“I will do no damage to a face as lovely as yours. You must offer up your tush to my punishment, sweet Prudence,” I whispered.

She nodded her head and stood. Taking a step towards the bathtub she bent over the edge of it letting the white cheeks of her ass present themselves fully to my eyes. Her torso inside the tub and her lower half at my whim, it was all I could do to swing my strop at her lovely backside, in my excitement.

As she lay forward into the tub her knees fell apart slightly exposing the freshly shaved lips of her inviting sex and I found my hand trembled a little at the sight of it. The bulging lips of her womanly organ sang to my cock, in a voice like that of an operatic diva and I found myself hurrying so that I might thrust my firmness inside her damp comfort.

CLAP

Her entire body jerked as the first blow reddened her pale skin.

“Is this what you need…”

CLAP

“… to cleanse your soul, sweet Prudence?” I asked sternly before I delivered the next blow.

CLAP

“Oh my,” she whimpered. “Yes, father! I need it!”

CLAP

She thrust herself against the tub again and let a hand drift back to guard her exposed puss.

“Then you shall have your punishment.”

CLAP

A high-pitched whine from the young girl pierced the air as I connected the wide leather strop with her tender pale bottom.

CLAP

“Your lust is strong, young lady. Do you need more?”

CLAP

“No, father!” She squealed, her bottom bouncing from side to side trying to escape yet another sting of the strop.

“Then have my cock inside you!” I barked.

“Yes, father! Oh my!” She panted. “I’ll do it. Yes, father. I will…” she continued breathlessly while she turned around and fell to her knees again, mouth open trying to suck my girth inside her mouth.

“No!” I crooked my finger to signal her to stand. Quickly, she scrambled to her feet. I stepped over the edge of the tub and slid into the curved back of it. The warmth of the summer heat made the white porcelain cool my back as I settled down.

“Sit here, my sweet.” I pointed directly at my erect cock as it pointed straight away from my hips towards the ceiling. A look of confusion knit her brow until I threw her one leg over the outside of the tub causing her to fall inside with both her knees caught on the rim of the tub. She was holding her body above mine, her arms and calves outside the tub and her sex directly above my angry cock. When she saw that she would have no defense against me she tried to scramble out of the tub, but I grabbed her thighs and yanked her downward. Now Prudence tried to put her feet inside the tub so she could have some control over my entry but I pushed her feet back over the edge of the porcelain.

Her sweet bare puss hovered inches above my cock and she had no way to slow my attack on her insides except to hold her body above my raging organ. I slapped my palms onto her thighs and pressed her downward until the puffy lips of her puss yielded to my flesh.

“No, wait!” She panted.

I pressed harder on her legs. Now her muscles could not keep my organ from entering her body to her depths. With her arms and calves outside the tub the sweetness of her puss was left wide open to my assault and she was powerless to escape. Again Prudence tried to pull herself out of the tub but I grabbed her shoulders in my hands — my elbows locked inside her knees — and pulled her open body onto mine.

At first she gasped several times as my cock entered her completely, then she kicked her legs, thrashing to escape my invading cock but I would not release her shoulders and she, at last, had to accept my full entry into her young body.

“Oh my…” she rasped as her entire weight rested on the end of my cock pressing firm against her womb. Her hands slapped at my chest in order to raise her hips from the bruising pressure of my organ but I would not let her go. Bobbing her head several times — her mouth hanging agape in shock at the depths I could reach inside her — a strangled sound came from her throat.

“Now, touch yourself, Prudence,” I whispered.

A trembling hand slapped onto her mons to tickle her pleasure button while I held her insides captive on my raging cock. Shudders wracked her body quickly and I had to struggle to keep myself plumbed to her deepest recesses. She began bucking wildly while the speed of her delicate fingers plucking at her sex increased. I have never seen a woman so ready to enjoy the sexual climax as this country girl.

Her hand became a blur of motion now and her entire body heaved several times before she curled her shoulders and head forward releasing a massive orgasm onto my erect flesh as it dug as deep as her body could allow. Muscles within her loins flexed and squeezed me like her puss was milking my cock for precious gems. She lost her grip on the porcelain, in the throes of her blinding passion, and she collapsed onto me puffing, red-faced and speaking gibberish.

I released her from my grip only to pull her forward onto me again but now with her legs inside the tub so that she could ease the pressure inside her puss.

“Oh my, oh my, oh my…” The breathless babbling of the girl told me she had experienced a supreme joy and I held her tight as she returned from her lofty heights. At last she began to kiss my mouth sucking urgently at it trying to pull my tongue to meet hers.

“Oh my, father. That was more than I have ever known,” she puffed as she laid her cheek against my chest. I flexed my cock, still held inside her wet embrace, and she cooed quietly at that.

“I must pleasure you in return.” Pressing herself seated in the tub Prudence stared down between our merged flesh. “I like my…” she paused to blush. “Womanhood… bare like this. I can feel so much more against my flesh.”

I wrapped my arms around her shoulders pulling her tight to my body and struggled to my feet, my stiffness still held firmly inside her. As I stepped out of the tub I felt Prudence wrap her legs tightly around my hips in a sexual embrace. I carried her to the bed and fell across the mattress with her accommodating body under mine, open wide to my wants and wishes.

Laying back on the pillows she put her hand to her mouth to stifle her cries as I began to bang my hips roughly between her splayed thighs. I tucked her knees under my arms and leaned forward so that her openness was complete. This is when I set about slapping my cock into her rapidly. A reedy moan came from her throat as I hurried myself to a climax. The sounds of her passion, the depth of her warmth and the strength of her grip on my manhood brought on my pleasure. I stood quickly and pumped my cock with a fury while Prudence sat up to open her mouth as my target. That pink tongue, extended fully, ready for my seed, caught the first and second dollop of spunk that shot out. The third stream fell short and Prudence caught my pulsing cock in her mouth where she lapped at me and moaned softly, drinking in each drop of my sticky jism which she swallowed with a dreamy look on her pretty face. I jerked my hips several more times before I fell into her arms where I buried my face in her ample bosoms.

Prudence wrapped her arms around my head, pulling my face deeper into her warmth.

**

The next day was filled with more spankings and sexual joy. Prudence proved to be a most willing lover, ready to accept my will at a moment’s notice. At length, I needed to return to the railroad docks and deliver the “packages” that I knew were illegal but as long as I kept my mouth shut and did what I was told I would be well paid for my actions.

Leaning against a post I scanned the crowd for any sign of a package — and the Pinkerton copper I had roughed up — and began to wonder if I had missed a delivery. No one in the crowd departing the train from Baltimore looked like a “carrier.” One small figure at the end of the dock moved towards me slowly. As the figure grew nearer I could see it was an Asian girl. She stopped directly in front of me.

With her head held low the young Chinese girl spoke in broken English. “I am gift… from Master Henning…”

Henning was the man in Baltimore who sent the packages northward. I had met the man once and took an instant dislike to the corpulent braggart. The man paraded numerous naked young Chinese girls through his parlor to impress upon me his wealth and power. As each diminutive dark-haired girl shuffled into our presence Henning offered each as a willing bed partner while I stayed in his house. The girls did not look old enough to understand that they were being used as the big man’s chattel.

That night I asked for two of the youngest, much to Henning’s amusement. When the young girls entered my room that night I gave them tidbits of rich food I had spirited from Henning’s table and then I encircled their narrow shoulders in my arms and pulled them close.

I shushed their tears and held them tenderly till the dawn lit the room. In the light of morning I kissed their foreheads and stroked their hair before I released them to their quarters.

One girl fell to her knees and cried at my kindness. I dug deep into my pocket and pulled a silver five dollar coin out which I placed in her palm and wrapped my hand over her tiny fist. She wept openly twisting my guts. How could Henning treat such young sweet souls like meat on the table?

I looked more closely at the woman’s face now and recognized her as the girl so touched by my gift of kindness and silver some years earlier.

“Do Ming?” I asked.

The young woman’s head dipped even lower before she corrected my pronunciation.

“Dow Mien…” was her soft reply.

I threw my arms around her and pulled her tight, happy to see she had escaped Henning’s lair. But then, I froze. A man like Henning would not send this beautiful creature out from his stable without good reason: even if it was a reward for a long suffering employee.

“Henning sent you here?” Suspicion tainted my voice. The woman continued to stare at the wooden dock between us and then without warning she thrust out a package towards me.

“Not here,” I whispered before I gathered up her elbow in my grasp. Spinning her towards the street I hustled her out of the station. Once around the corner I broke into a trot and flicked my head so that she would follow. Her short shuffling stride was no match for mine and I stopped several times to allow her to catch up.

When we arrived in front of the tenement I shoved her inside the stairway and pushed her up the steps. I stood outside for a few moments to make sure we had not been followed before hurrying to meet her on the first landing.

I used the knock that would alert Prudence that it was me at the door. When she swung the door open the broad smile she wore faded. I’m sure she was alarmed at the sight of a foreign woman standing next to me.

“Sam, where does this Chink belong?” She asked as we brushed past her.

I sighed. “She is Chinese. She is not a Chink.” Embarrassment colored the country girl’s face as she pushed the door closed.

I pulled Dow Mien into the kitchen where I dug through the ice box to find something for her to eat. After handing her a piece of chicken, which she attacked, I began to question her slowly and calmly.

The full story was shocking.

Several Pinkerton men had come to Henning’s place in Baltimore to demand their monthly bribe money. Henning balked at something and the Pinkertons began to rough him up. Leaving Henning battered, the hired police decided they would take some of Henning’s bevy of women to settle accounts. Dow Mien escaped the Pinkerton’s assault and found Henning lying on the carpet in his parlor. He barked at her to retrieve his pistol from a hidden cabinet. When she returned he was livid that she had brought the wrong one and he slapped her, ordering her to bring his “big gun.”

Dow Mien shot and killed him where he lay. Then she grabbed the package that she knew was ready for delivery, plus the five dollar silver piece I had given her, and went in search of me, knowing only that I would be waiting for this package at the station.

I knew Henning’s men would look here for the woman when they saw the package was missing.

“Watch her, please,” I begged Prudence. “I’ve got find out what’s going on.” With that I left, the package under my arm.

I had a friend at the telegraph office who told me the details of the Baltimore crime: details which the operator was supposed to relay to the newspaper immediately. I begged the man for another hour’s grace so that I could deliver the package and pickup the money before the people at this end got a tip from some newspaper writer about the incident.

The deal was done and I knew I had little time to clear town before someone would show up at my door to get their money or their package back.

I dropped off the package and took the return parcel as always, trying to look and act casual while my heart raced. These deliveries were conducted between men who had few qualms about killing and I knew that taking their money — which I did not intend to deliver — and protecting Dow Mien were both major offenses in the eyes of all concerned parties.

Rushing back to the apartment I gave the knock and Prudence was waiting inside. I yanked her into the hall and dashed inside to grab Dow Mien with the return package still under my arm.

“Sam? What is it? You’re frightening me.” A tremble was in Prudence’s voice.

I burst out of the door with Dow Mien’s elbow in my grasp.

“We have to leave,” I sputtered breathlessly.

“I need my things,” Prudence started back inside.

“No!” I barked. “We leave now!” I rushed the pair of women out onto the street and towards the ship docks constantly looking back over my shoulder as we walked.

I stopped in an alleyway and tore the wrapping from the package destined for Baltimore, and the man who sent drugs to New York while he kept women captive. Stacks of bills greeted my eyes. Thumbing through the piles of paper I now knew the scale of this operation. I had always been willing to be the silent messenger while my employers rewarded my discretion but I was acting on my notions of decency. Spiriting Dow Mien away and saving her from death or continued servitude was my priority now.

The three of us hurried along the docks until I spotted someone I knew. After a brief conversation we were lodged in a stateroom aboard a steamer, stacks belching black smoke and sparks, anxious to get under way.

Within hours we were at sea and the land slid below the horizon.

“Prudence, we needed to get away…” I started.

“Why? To save this little Chin…” Prudence caught herself. “To save this Chinese girl?” she finished.

“Prudence, she was a slave to that man in Baltimore. I can’t blame her for killing him.”

“Now what? What will we do?” Prudence whined.

I turned towards Dow Mien while the diminutive woman stood by silently.

“Well, we’ve got lots of money…” I fanned out a small portion of the package’s contents before I continued, “And she’s with us, I guess.”

For the first time in our three days together Prudence pouted. “The money is wonderful but…” The beautiful country girl pressed her body against me and fumbled with the buttons on my trousers.

“Dow Mien, know.” The dark girl chirped quickly before she had brushed aside the bigger girl’s hand and expertly popped my buttons open.

“You see?” Prudence whined.

“No, Dow Mien know every-ting.” Now the Chinese woman’s nimble fingers darted along the front of Prudence’s dress where the buttons seemed to melt before her touch. Prudence glanced up at me with a puzzled expression on her fair face.

“Me, show you.” Dow Mien quickly stripped Prudence while I sat grinning on the stateroom bunk. With a gentle shove from Dow Mien, Prudence plopped down onto the opposite bunk where the Chinese girl fell between the blond’s thighs, lapping at her where auburn hair grew so recently. I laced my hands behind my head to watch the tiny woman please Prudence with her tongue.

The darting flicks of Dow Mien’s tongue must have found the nub that the sweet lips of Prudence’s sex hid so well.

“Geez…” she puffed. “Samuel?” Prudence stared at me questioningly but I just grinned and nodded my approval while she stared at me with her mouth hanging open. The raven-haired girl captured the knot of flesh that controlled Prudence’s sexual joy and the country girl flinched as a steady rhythm began to beat against her clit.

“Oh my.” She gasped as pleasure began to build in her belly.

I sat up on the edge of the bunk so I could watch more closely. Prudence reached out to me and I held her hand in mine while the dark head bobbed between her open legs. A tremble in the blond’s belly caught my eyes first. Prudence enjoyed any manner of sexual pleasures and that made me even happier in her company.

Rising up, I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor and guided Prudence’s grasp to my erect flesh. She encircled me with her fist tugging at me gently. When her eyes closed and her head fell back onto her shoulders I could see Prudence was approaching a climax under the flicking attention of Dow Mien’s tongue.

Labored breathing from Prudence filled the small room with a humidity while Dow Mien continued to lap rapidly along the silky folds between the country girl’s thighs. I could no longer stand by and watch.

Tugging at Dow Mien’s garments I pulled her aside and knelt to worship at the alter of my lovely Prudence. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and swabbed at it with my tongue. She hissed aloud as I slapped the knot of flesh briskly. Peeking up at her face I saw Prudence ball up the bedding in her fists while I sampled the slick fluid her tender puss offered up. I moaned softly to further fuel her lust causing her to bury the back of her head deep into the pillows, lifting her shoulders above the bunk.

Then I felt a warmth encircle my cock. It startled me slightly. Glancing down, towards my lap, I saw Dow Mien, now naked, slip my cock into her mouth. Dow Mien was small and her body looked so different from my country girl’s.

Dark halos around her tiny nipples caught my eyes first. Small breasts rode high on her chest with nipples that almost pointed skyward contrasting Prudence’s nipples which she carried at the front of her mounds leading the way for her. A dark stripe of hair covered Dow Mien’s sex. I shot a sidelong look between her legs as I pushed on her knee to open her flower to my eyes. Her puss was darker than the one I still devoured but also her lips pushed a thick finger of skin above the rest of her body holding her clit in its grasp. I pushed my finger between her lips so I could tickle the button at the end of that ridge of flesh and found her quite responsive to my gentle probing. A moan came from her chest.

I sighed in satisfaction before I stood up.

“Wait… where are…” Prudence gasped. “Come back…”

“Prudence, sit on the edge of the bunk.” I pointed. Prudence sat up quickly. “Dow Mien…” I pointed at the blond’s open thighs and the Chinese fell upon the other woman’s puss slurping loudly as she sucked woman flesh inside her mouth.

“Oh my,” Prudence whispered. I pressed my hips forward until my cock pressed against her lips. Prudence opened her mouth and accepted me into her mouth readily.

Each time Dow Mien would tickle Prudence, the country girl would moan bringing me a jolt of happiness but I decided that Prudence would, this afternoon, feel the ultimate sexual union.

I pulled Prudence to her feet and turned her back to me. Dow Mien knew instinctively what I was up to and placed her back against the bunk. Pushing downward on Prudence’s shoulders I was able to position her creamy cheeks directly in front of my bobbing cock while presenting Dow Mien easy access to the girl’s clitoris.

SLAP

I let my bare hand contact a white cheek leaving a curious outline of my fingers where I had slapped her. Prudence bucked slightly and began to cry quietly as she always did when I set about cleansing her guilt at “being lusty.”

Dow Mien moved to her place between the thighs Prudence held open for her pleasure. Now I slid myself deep into Prudence’s puss offered up for my entry. A gasp disappeared into the mattress while I aimed another blow at her cheeks

SLAP

Prudence squeaked as I connected but the combination of Dow Mien’s tongue enmeshed with her clitoris and my cock buried inside her must have cutoff her words because only strangled cries came from her throat.

SLAP

Her entire body began to shake — muscles flexing beneath her skin — as Prudence approached her climax. I grabbed onto her hips with both hands and thrust myself repeatedly into her depths while I felt my balls bounce against Dow Mien’s chin.

Prudence let go with a scream into the bedding as the combination of a double attack on her sex sent her into the clouds. Quivering hard she twisted and bucked in my grip and she almost broke free, she shook so roundly. Thrashing back and forth I had to release her hips for fear she might injure poor Dow Mien.

Prudence fell forward onto the bunk clutching at her sex, her fingers digging at her clitoris to somehow calm the convulsions of her climax. Each muscle on her back could be seen clearly as it stretched her skin in her sexual madness.

Dow Mien watched in fascination as Prudence completed her sexual peak and rolled over the top. Her body was still for a moment before she shuddered again. A thin pool of liquid appeared below her sex. Prudence had lost control of herself for a moment in the most complete sexual orgasm of her life. Panting, she lay without movement for a long time while Dow Mien crawled forward to suckle at my hard flesh.

The two woman had techniques as different as their looks. While Prudence would try to take as much of my bulk inside her mouth as possible, diminutive Dow Mien would concentrate her efforts on the angry red glans, twisting her hands and mouth in different directions to coax out my pleasure.

Prudence at last turned to watch Dow Mien taking into her mouth what Prudence thought was hers and hers alone. Her bottom lip pushed forward slowly until I put out my hand to her.

“Prudence, you will always be my dearest.” She bounded onto my chest to kiss me.

Now, I whispered into her auburn hair. “Prudence watch what Dow Mien does as she suckles at my cock.”

With my prompt Prudence turned her eyes towards the Chinese woman to learn some new technique to please me. After several minutes Prudence slid her body down mine so she could kneel beside her dark-skinned companion. Seeing my exposed shaft Prudence wrapped her dainty fingers around the base of my organ and the sack below. Her fingers did not touch her thumb and I shuddered at the sensation of the woman’s hand encircling my balls firmly but gently.

A slurp came from Dow Mien’s busy mouth brought my hips off the bedding slightly while Prudence leaned forward to lick at my balls. I was in heaven.

Fulfillment was approached fast and I arched my back towards the two woman servicing my manhood. When it hit me I grabbed the back of Dow Mien’s head trying to shove myself deep into her throat but she wrapped her other hand around my shaft to keep me from choking her while she sucked greedily on my glans. Prudence tightened her grip on my balls and then tried to suck one ball into her mouth. It was much too big but the sensation was almost more than I could take. My hips jerked wildly into the woman’s faces threatening to injure the pair.

The first shot of spunk felt like it was fired out of my balls like a rifle shot and Dow Mien slurped loudly as she held onto my pumping cock with both hands. Prudence stared up into my eyes lovingly while she suckled my balls. I shot a second load into Dow Mien’s waiting mouth. The pleasure was the most intense emotion I have ever experienced. I twisted slightly and bucked again but to Dow Mien’s credit she was able to hang on to my cock all the while.

Finally, I finished pumping thick white seed into Dow Mien’s warm mouth and was able to relax. Dow Mien looked into my eyes and proudly gulped down my entire load.

Then Prudence surprised me. She gathered up Dow Mien’s shoulders in her arms, pulling her close, where she dabbed her fingers at the dark-haired girl’s puss to bring her a share of our pleasure. Prudence kissed Dow Mien tenderly as she stroked her fingers along the woman’s dark slit. A tiny whine started deep in Dow Mien’s throat building up until the dark woman hissed loudly through her clenched teeth, shivering in her own sexual peak.

Panting Dow Mien leaned against Prudence where she cupped a pale breast more than twice as big as both hers put together. She deftly kissed the pink nipple teasing it to its tallest. Prudence pressed the woman’s face full into her pendulous breast so she could feel the bulk of it surrounding her with comfort and affection.

Prudence looked at me and smiled with that dreamy look she would get after she had been sexually satisfied.

**

Later we three stood together at the railing listening to the steady “thump-thump-thump” of the steam engine beating a tattoo in our ears while watching the southern sky display the first stars of the evening.

“Where are we headed, Sam?” Prudence spoke with a slur of sexual satisfaction that weighed down her words.

“Bermuda. It’s an English protectorate and I think no one will ever bother us there.” I paused. “Is that okay with you, Dow Mien?”

The slight Chinese woman raised her head only slightly. “Dow Mien go where ever Master Samuel and Missy Pludence go.” With that she bowed.

My auburn-haired beauty sighed. “I think I’ll enjoy be a ‘Missy.’”

I drank in these two women in that dim light and knew I would be happy as their master.