Life and Times of a Priestess: Ch.5: Cultural Exchange (Part 2: Paul)
Ch.5 : Cultural Exchange : Part 2 : Paul
Paul was waiting for her to decide which book to borrow. She sensed that he was now ready for more intimate contact with her. ‘Just another minute’, she thought to herself. Books excited her far more than sexual worship at this moment. She had not seen any new books for months. While her life after the conquest had improved and she was able to take pleasure from the duty of sexual acts again and from an interest in the conquerors. Seeing these books reminded her of the pleasures she had known in Shanla of reading at the house of General Polad and of reading on her bed at the dormitory. Time could really flow when she had a book in her hands, and she craved the knowledge it could bring. Paul was a polite man, not as rude as many of the soldiers. Most of the officers treated her with a sense of superiority which she found difficult to stomach. They believed they were superior because they were conquerors entitled to dominate the defeated of a foreign nation, because they were men more important than women, and because they were officers of a higher class than their soldiers.
Paul waited as she picked up the books and looked at them in turn. His patience began to wear thin as he began to think he was losing her to his books. “You can decide which book afterwards. I will show you again later.” It was a clear signal of his impatience and she thought it best not to upset him as her opportunity to borrow Prancirian books, was dependent on him. “Sorry,” she apologised. Turning to him she found he had already removed his coat and was unbuttoning his tunic, “let me help you,” she offered and began to take control.
“No you first,” he said “let me see you.” To get to Paul’s lodging they had crossed the city, and in the new Prancirian Dalos, new rules and etiquette’s from Prancir were being introduced. Ladies, even the conquered inhabitants, were not to walk around the city in their traditional robes or gowns. To walk a few doors down the street it had been possible, as Sreela had done for Roger, but now the rules which applied in Prancirian homeland were being settled on the city. There were Prancirian women and children in the city now, families of some officers and Generals, and even some new business settlers. Women now had to dress correctly in the Prancirian way to walk down the street.
Gerald had arranged for all the priestesses to be given basic dresses of ordinary Prancirian women. When the shipment of dresses came in each of the priestesses were given one. They had spent an enjoyable time one afternoon trying them on and deciding how the dresses should be distributed. They all chose their favourites after they had tried a few on. Most of them felt that the dresses were attractive, and tending to support and emphasise their curves in a becoming way which was quite different from the robes and gowns of the tunics they were more used to wearing.
Danella stood before him, transforming herself into the sexual creature most soldiers liked. “Can you unfasten my buttons?” she asked gently, turning and bending slightly as she did so, so the dress would fall off her body as she took her arms out of the shoulders. Paul put his hands on her back and stroked her as the dress peeled off her. He drew it down and she stepped away briefly, picking it up and putting it to one side as he watched the curves of her body. Before the bra came the corset, an undergarment which covered her body suspended like the dress from the shoulders, a kind of under dress. Paul stood close behind as she raised her arms and instructed him, “pull it off me”. Paul having commanded her to undress, was proving willing to help her out of her clothes, as a sensitive man who took pleasure from the undressing of a woman. Most of the soldiers she suspected would not have volunteered to do so much.
It seemed not to be the practice in Prancir, to help or receive direct pleasure from being involved in the undressing of a woman. A soldier here was more likely to rip a womans clothing to get at her quickly than to help to remove it gently, but they could enjoy watching the priestesses strip themselves naked. In the dormitory they had enjoyed the gowns and robes of the priestesses because they came off quite quickly and the priestesses made a great show of becoming naked, although often priestesses were visited immediately by another man after the first, and had no time to dress before the new male member penetrated them. She turned to him so he could see the fullness in her bra, a device she had never worn before. She could see little purpose in them at first but as Paul raised his hands to cup her breasts she saw that to unclip them and lower them off her breasts was in itself an arousing thing to a Prancirian man who rarely saw the naked breasts of any woman but his wife. The revelation of taking the bra away was arousing to the Prancirian in the same way as the opening of a Priestesses gown was to a citizen of Pirion. They had been taught in certain ceremonies to make great play of the uncovering of the body and this she now found was made more dramatic by the uncovering of the Bra.
After the bra her stockings which again she had never worn before, were unclipped and she rolled them down one by one slowly as she sat in Paul’s chair with her breast and hair hanging down over her legs. Her suspender belt came off next. All that now remained were her panties which Paul lowered down her legs gently as she stood, enjoying the touch of her buttocks and legs as he did so. His shirt was off and she ran her hands over his slim taut body appreciating its beauty, although she had seen so many like it.
She was naked now. He took his own trousers down now, Prancirian solders always seemed to be unwilling to display all of their own nakedness until the woman herself was revealed. She might have sought to undress him as she might have done for a man of Pirion but the Prancirians did not seem to consider this to be an available pleasure although if they had asked it would be done.
Paul’s penis was revealed. It stood erect and hard despite no physical stimulation being given so far. He could have been stimulating it with his hand because he had been undressing her and taking his own clothes off. It was pleasing to her to see such enthusiasm. In the dorm most of the men needed soft encouragement. It gave her pleasure to think that he was so excited by her nakedness to respond so well. His penis invited her to lay him down and lower herself onto it.
She felt excitement at being away from the dormitory and on her own, at having been dressed as a Prancirian woman would be for the first time, at being offered a book to borrow. She decided she would be good to Paul this evening, as good as he wanted her to be. Taking the lead now she went to where he was sitting on the edge of his bed and knelt before him. He smelled of soap and fresh sweat. He was clean and she liked his slim body. His penis was long and slim like himself. She felt in a mood to worship the Goddess now as she had not yet been called upon by any other soldier today which was not usual. She placed her hands on his upright member and immediately lowered her mouth over the smooth rounded shape of it, looking him in the eyes as she did so for his reaction.
Paul gasped and said, “yes,” as she swallowed him into her mouth, and slowly tightened the grip of her mouth around it. She detected his surprise. She had already discovered that most soldiers, although not all, were unfamiliar with this kind of oral worship. Evidently the wives and ladies of Prancir did not perform this kind of pleasure for their menfolk. Maybe some of them did because some soldiers had recognised and welcomed it, or she thought, perhaps they only learned it from other conquered women of Pirion in the other ‘occupied territories’.
Paul may have heard of this Pirion practice but he had surely never experienced it before for he sighed and grunted ecstatically as she slowly sucked him deep into her throat. Then releasing the excited shaft, she allowed all but the head to depart her mouth before she enveloped as much as she could take again. She took care not to suck him too vigorously for in this state of excitement she felt it would not take her long to make him come, and she preferred not to have him come in her mouth for she wanted to feel his hard penis invading her own body.
She allowed her right hand to wander over his flesh, stroking his smooth skin gently as she held his penis and gently bit with her teeth, and licked with her tongue, as if his penis was a piece of food to be explored and washed in her mouth before the final consumption. He touched her too, exploring her breasts and shoulders lightly with his hands, worshipping her it seemed, if not the Goddess herself.
Paul made more noises as his excitement rose. “Please make me finish,” he begged her, but she refused to suck him harder. Raising her head from his penis she breathed hard, “I want you in me.” He was doubtless surprised, she later came to realise, that a mere ‘prostitute’ as he must consider her should seem so keen for his penis to enter her. She gave him only the chance to determine their position, “which way would you like it?” She stood before him as he rose and gestured and guided her body to face the bed. She stood against the side of the bed and he pushed her upper body down onto it, face down, while her legs stood straight, her buttocks sticking up towards him. He could doubtless see her opening as he brought the head of his hard excited penis to it and pushed it into her. Her hand helped to guide him. He grasped her slim waist and her right buttock as her right hand slipped between her own legs to brush his tender parts between the arse and the testicles and to stimulate her own flesh in her equivalent regions.
He took her quickly now gasping as he did so. His slim penis reached deep into her, stabbing her, lubricating the flesh around it as it did so, with its juices. She twisted her head so she could see his contorted face as he shunted her more rudely now, clutching at her and crying out. She also began to moan as her tension mounted. Soon she began to orgasm as she used her own hand to maximise her stimulation. It was rare enough for her to orgasm with the soldiers, although as they began to respect the priestesses more they began to learn some of the sexual arts they had to offer and more soldiers attempted to give pleasure to their captives, realising that it would give them more pleasure also. Most days she now achieved at least one orgasm with a soldier and the incidence was rising but sometimes she had to bring herself to orgasm with her own hand after a soldier had departed, to keep herself content.
She began now to cry out in the language of the Goddess for her own sake more than his as the pulsing waves of ecstasy shot through her, raking her body with sweat and sweet sensitivity. He responded to her movement as she moved her hips, impaling herself uncontrollably onto his stiffened penis, deep inside her. Her movements made him groan with pleasure. He said something feverishly in Prancirian and pounded himself all the more forcefully at great speed between her protruding buttocks. He came in an uncontrollable rush that lasted many seconds as her own orgasm was just beginning to fade. She felt her vagina filled with his warm fluids as she began to emerge from her passion. He continued to fuck her even after his ejaculation so great had been his own passion, so hard his penis. Soon he slowed and spread his arms over her and bent to kiss her back and her neck.