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Chapter 16: Stroke of luck

Without a word, Zafron turned around abruptly, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. He began to back away towards the exit, his eyes darting wildly around the room, looking anywhere but at Cordelia. His heart pounded in his chest, drowning out all other sounds.

\'I need to leave. Now. Before... before what? I don\'t know, but I can\'t stay here.\'

In his haste and disorientation, Zafron\'s foot caught on the edge of an ornate rug. He stumbled, arms flailing as he tried to regain his balance. But it was too late. With a startled cry, he fell backwards, landing hard on the polished floor.

For a moment, he lay there, dazed and mortified. As he struggled to sit up, he became aware of a presence next to him. Looking up, his breath caught in his throat. Cordelia was right there, standing before him.

"Zafron? Are you alright?" Her voice was soft, filled with genuine worry.

He blinked, realizing with a jolt that she had moved faster than he thought possible. The scent of her perfume enveloped him, making his head spin even more. She knelt, their faces were mere inches apart, and Zafron found himself frozen, caught between the urge to flee and an inexplicable desire to stay exactly where he was. His eyes trailed from her lovely beautiful face ...

Tracing her figure.

Spiraling and coiling around her lovely frame...

fluttering about the soft swell of her hips.

The volumes of her thighs.

The valley between...

"S-sorry! I tripped. I uh-"

She caught his hand as he tried to move away. "I don\'t mind," Cordelia said, her eyes glittering, "Zafron. Do you think I am ashamed of my body?"

That had not been the question he\'d expected. He gaped at her, too stunned to reply. "Wh-what?" he finally stammered.

"Zafron," she breathed, drawing him in closer. He hadn\'t realized how tall she was until then. Almost as tall as he was. Yet she seemed so much bigger. As if the world turned around her. "I am not ashamed of my body, or my beauty. I know I am attractive. Appealing. Don\'t you agree?"

"I ah..."

She slid her hand under her bra strap and unhooked it. Zafron watched as her big breast descended just a little. They were big and plump like melons with cherry pink nipples. He could barely process what was going on before she did the unthinkable.

She took his hand, moved it to her breast.

Zafron gaped. He didn\'t know what was happening, but his hand knew what to do. It gave the the older woman a squeeze, the soft yet firm feel of her breast sending a throb directly to his cock.

"Oh g-gods," he breathed in awe. \'Is this what it feels like?\'

"Don\'t be shy, Zafron," Cordelia said, stepping in closer, taking his other hand, lifting it to her other breast. "I\'m not."

His hands seemed to have a mind of their own. They cupped her ample breasts, pressing them together. He had throne Matilda\'s clothes on the ground as he twisted and gently kneaded her ample breasts.

\'So soft, so much,\' Zafron thought.

He felt like his head was swimming in her perfume. The light around them made every scent, every touch, feel more intense. More potent. He was a virgin, but this was like nothing he\'d known before. The confidence. The presence. It made him feel small and weak. Needing to obey her.

Do what she said!

Watch her breasts bounce as his hands fondled them. Nothing else mattered in the world. Not being a slave, not being a loyal and obedient boy. Not even being an orphan for all he cared.

She moved in closer. "Zafron. You\'ve done a fantastic job," she breathed, her arms moving around his neck, drawing him in against her.

"O-oh?" he gasped.

"I know this may seem strange but given how you are young, you may not know. However, certain culture like mine is much more... intimate than you\'d think. We don\'t mind rewarding good work. I don\'t mind showing a good boy, my appreciation."

"Good boy?"

"You don\'t object, do you?"

"I uh... n-no?"

She smiled, her lips luminous in the light, "Good boy," she said.

And kissed him.

The press of her lips swept through him like the wave of an angry sea. He gasped, groaned, her breasts filling his hands even as they pressed against his chest. Her arms trapped him, pulled him in deeper.

And he sank with joy.

\'The last part of him, that part that wanted to resist for fear of being caught and punished quickly dissipated. What in the world was this?.

\'No, this is heaven. This is no longer the world I used to know,\' he reconciled mid squeeze of Cordelia\'s breast.

Her tongue pushed into his mouth, deepening the kiss with a confidence and certainty that ached through him. He moaned, answering her with his own passion, no longer caring how strange it might seem. She knew what she was doing.

And he loved it. Foreign as it may be, he enjoyed it.

She broke the kiss at last, her tongue flicking, teasing along her lips and tasting him. He stared up at her, panting, his mind fogged and body buzzing with the electricity of his desire.

Which only strengthened when she openly cupped his bulge.

"Hmmm. Very nice," she breathed.

"Oh f-fuck," Zafron groaned as her palm rubbed him, her index finger gliding up along the straining fabric, the heat of her firm grip seeming to soak into his throbbing manhood.

"You don\'t object, do you?" she said. "You are enjoying squeezing my breasts, after all."

That was true. And Zafron certainly had no complaints about where this was going. Disbelief was high on the list, but not objections. Fear maybe but certainly no hesitation.

"N-no. Not a-at all."

"Good. I know how... hard it can be for men to work when they\'re... horny. Good boys tend to let this do all the thinking for them," she said, giving him another squeeze. "And I\'d hate for you to injure yourself in my home. So allow me to offer some..." His garment ruffled as she tugged it up. "...relief..."

Zafron groaned, his cock fairly bursting into the open and into Cordelia \'s waiting palm. Her fingers were slender. Deft. And wonderfully skilled. She stroked him with the utter confidence of knowing exactly what he liked, and so far she was proven very right.

Hot pleasure ached through him. Seemed to suck all his strength into his throbbing manhood. He gasped as she openly stroked him, his legs wobbling with the intensity of sensation. His hands had resumed fondling her breasts. Her perfume made his head spin.

"Cum for me, Zafron," she purred, kissing the tip of his dick. It felt like a sharp cold sensation was sent through his body. His legs caved, he was struggling to support his vertical orientation but Cordelia, diligent in her craft knew no pity. She got up and began to kiss him again.

He moaned as her tongue plunged into his mouth. As her hand stroked his cock from root to tip. Moving faster. Faster! Pushing him to the brink. Beyond! He bucked into her hand. Feverish. Frantic.

"Mmmm!" he groaned into her lips. White, burning pleasure surged through him in a wave. His cock pulsed, emptying into her hand and onto the floor in needy spurts. He groaned, the orgasm stronger than anything he had ever experienced. His head spun as her tongue dominated his mouth.

At last, Cordelia broke the kiss again. "How was that?" she said.